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That evening, when I get to et a call on my cell phone from Wynn--whose contact I just added while ere at lunch

"It’s Wynn, Livvy, I need to ask for a favor About that club thingthe no-going-clubbing rule Tahoe set for you Is that set in stone?"

I ask her why

"My ex is at this club I want to see hi And I want to see if we can talk, but I can’t go alone, and Rachel and Gina would killnearby; you can sleep over at ht"

It’s 9 pm and I’m already in my PJs, but I really liked Wynn, and I want to enjoy the city, so I tell her I’ll be ready in twenty ht jeans, a cropped sequined top, high heels, and pull my hair back in a ponytail I add a red pearl necklace si color at work, and then Wynn texts raba little guilty and sending a quick prayer for norant about my escapade

Thirty e dance floor, flashing lights, anda heated arguure with lovely copper hair and a face to die for at the very end of the room

Hot Sht, I shift in uy, deep in conversation, and I can hear his ruirl sits on his lap, looking dotingly up at his face with eager puppy-dog eyes that beg for hiers wander over his chest Still, he ignores her

I feel sorry for her, but it looks so co when he absently scans the rooold eyes hold inal penetration He uncurls his hand froh, leans forward, elbows on his knees, as if he wants to talk to aze, and the hunger/worry stohty look because I expect hi crass He looks at my mouth, then lifts his drink and toasts

He takes a sip, wetting his lips, and stretches his arly He see a little and I will die before he notices, so I stay in my seat

I turn around and look at Wynn, and Hot S to get to her feet, wiping tears from her eyes

Hot Smoker Guy appears and helps her up by the elbow He asks her so and nods

Hot Srateful for the help with Wynn, but he doesn’t smile at s her over

"I’ll take her ho, too," Wynn protests

There is a prickle of heat against , his gold eyes laughing as he scans htly warainst the shell of my ear, his voice all dark chocolate, wine, and foreplay as he says, "You really don’t go here"