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That’s it Eht out with this sketchy loser, but she didn’t need hi for a hookup, too

Furious, she stalked out of the club, sla down those four-inch stilettos with every step She pushed past the sweaty, drunk people congregating around the door and made her way outside

Instead of taking the hint, Roger weaved his way out of the club, as well, grabbing E off

“What the hell?” he slurred “Where are you going?”

“Far away frorip “We caet to know each other, not to screw on the dance floor Get your fucking hands off me” She pushed him aith her other hand

“You bitch” His grip didn’t loosen “You’ve been co on to me for weeks Now you take uy in the place get hard But you wore it forwhat you offered”

He pulled her against hi at her breast with his free hand

Fortunately, he missed her transmitter by about two inches

Eroin when a familiar voice interrupted her

“E obediently beside hi you for weeks Too busy to meet with an old friend?” He winked at her

“Ryan” Eer—whose hand had dropped and who looked totally stupefied—and stepped closer to Ryan “You know I’estive, intimate smile “Work and school have just been crazy This is es”

She squatted down and stroked Hero’s head “How are you, boy?” she -of-ith that stuffed snake I got you?”

“Nonstop,” Ryan assured her “He won’t put it down” Another wink “I know the feeling”

Eht red now—either with eer, Emma wasn’t sure Nor did she care

“Roger, you and I are finished here, anyway,” she infor to take off with my friend See you at work”