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"You're pretty cute, JMills555 Does the 555 mean what I think it does?"

"What's that?" I e, as the bartender swaps my empty for a new martini

"Ithis eyes crinkle "Everybody knows 555 is the fake TV area code"

"How did you findgorgeous He's as beautiful as Ezra, but with different features

My stomach pitches froaze on the guy beside y diamond necklace just above the neckline of his ot a California look, with high, full cheekbones, thick-lashed hazel eyes, dark brows, and thick lips His hair is buzzed short on the sides and long and gold blond up top

"You checkin' rin and tilts his head back, waving a hand at his thicc, delicious throat I notice his nails are black as he runs a finger over his Adalint in his eye

"Who are you?" I blurt

He giveshis head to the side like he's posing for the camera "Who do you think?"

God, his voice is so seductive Likethe perfect timbre Except Ezra's

I falter at o talk in the back? I know a little darkroom"

The look he gives me has my heart stuffed up into my throat

He gets off his barstool, glancing back, and I follow like he's holding an iinary leash Fuck, his back and shoulders are ripped I can see the ridges ofon his hips And what an ass That body’sfantasy

He leads me into a door and down a dimly lit hall to a closet In the closet, there's a leather couch

I sit on it, feeling too drunk to stand My blood roars in my ears

He coh o heavy

"Such a pretty boy," he murmurs His hand trails over htly “What sport?” he asks