Eden smiles. “I don’t know. But it sounds to me like it’s the beginning of some epic love affair.”

“I’m only here for three more weeks. It can’t be that epic.”

“Sure it can.”

“You still haven’t told me what I’m supposed to do. I’ve been obsessing about him like I haven’t any other man before. He’s making me lose my mind.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing. All the other men you have obsessed about before weren’t playing games with you. They were ordinary men. Arlo, on the other hand, has his own issues. I don’t know what they are yet, but it’s clear that he is just as messed up as you.”

I frown.

“Stop frowning. He will never want you like that.”

“So, what do I do?”

Eden laughs. “You already know the answer to that. You flirt with Erick. You make Arlo jealous. You play your game and let him come to you.”

Someone pounds on the door.

“I gotta piss! Let me in, you assholes!” a man shouts.

Eden and I walk to the mirror where we fluff our hair and reapply lipstick. I take the jacket off that I’ve been wearing because there was no place to put it. But, now, I’m ready to turn the heat on.

The man knocks louder on the door.

Eden rolls her eyes at me. “Men and their small bladders.”

We both walk over to the door, and Eden opens it. There are men standing outside, and their jaws drop when they see us.

“Restroom’s yours, gentlemen,” I say as we both strut out of the restroom.

I spot Arlo as we walk back to the center of the dance floor. His scowl deepens at the sight of me in a shirt that barely covers my breasts and is see-through enough that you can see the points of my nipples. I flip my hair from side to side and then blow Arlo a kiss, letting him know that I see him and I don’t care what he thinks. He can either come and get me or I’m going to start flirting with every guy here.

Erick and Clive have returned with our drinks, and I take the margarita out of Erick’s hand and down it.

I’m rewarded with shouts of excitement from both of the men.

“Dance with me!”

Erick starts dancing with me as Clive dances with Eden. I let Erick go further this time than I did the last time he was dancing with me. I let his hands touch all over the curves of my body as I move. Feeling every inch of me. His hands venture up higher to where my shirt is barely covering my chest.

He hesitates, and I grab his hands and push them onto the curves of my breasts.

Erick grins. “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever danced with!”

I give him a wicked grin and then shout into his ear as I look at Arlo still watching us, “I’m about to be the hottest woman you’ve slept with, too.”

I pull away, and Erick’s face lights up. But I don’t care about him.

Arlo looks even angrier than before. I’m sure he has no idea what I just whispered into Erick’s ear, but just the thought of me saying anything clearly pisses him off. It makes me want to take things even further.

I’m drunk and sexually frustrated and obsessed. It doesn’t make for a very good combination.

I see a table toward the front of the dance floor, and I pull Erick toward it. He follows like a puppy trailing after his owner.

“Help me up!”

His eyes light up as he grabs my hips and boosts me up onto the table.

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