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Mae had come back with drinks, two of them. “Bourbon and an amaretto sour.”

She sat the drinks down onto the scratched surface of the table. Immediately, Zane picked his drink up.

“Toast?”

“To what?” I asked.

“A toast to the charges being dropped and new beginnings.”

Rolling my eyes, I watched as he raised his glass and I followed suit. “Fine, to new beginnings,” reluctantly, I echoed his sentiment.

Taking a sip of my drink, I let the citrus roll over my tongue. By the time I was in the middle of the drink, I’d started rocking away in my seat to the beat of the music.

With every passing moment, it got sexier and sexier until Zane finally asked me to dance.

He stood up and extended his hand. “Come on.”

“I’d rather not,” I told him.

This was such a stupid and dangerous game to get this close to him. He’d been so fucking mean in school, and I hated how my body was reacting to him.

Finally, he reached down and pulled me out of my seat and against his chest. “It's just some music, Emmy. Have a little fun with me.”

Rolling my eyes, I let him pull me to the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around my waist and we began to move to the beat.

The singer’s words hit me as I swayed, turning around so that my ass was against Zane’s body. This way I didn’t have to stare into his eyes. His eyes seemed to be so hungry for me, I was scared.

His hands slipped against my hips pulling me close and I found myself leaning into him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered into my ear.

A ripple of excitement went through my core and I turned to face him finally. “Bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Rarely,” he offered.

“It’s getting kind of late,” I murmured. “I need to get home. And I left my car.”

He grinned. “I’ll get you home, Emerald. Don’t worry. But first, I have something I want to show you.”

We went back to our table and he threw down some money. Before leaving I cast a look over my shoulder. The waitress was definitely watching us as we took off.

However, I had an even stranger sensation of being watched and it wasn’t coming from the waitress. Looking around, I knew I was being paranoid as hell.

Zane was dialing the code in for his building and we were stepping onto the elevator before it finally dissipated.

When we got to his door, I bit my lip before stepping inside. Looking around, I admired his apartment immediately. On his walls I noted that he had a bunch of different guitars hanging on the wall.

“You play?” I asked as I ran my fingers over the instruments.

He shrugged. “Maybe?”

“Wanna play me a song…” I grinned.

He walked over and pulled my chin up a little bit. “I wanna play with something, and believe me…it’s not no guitar.”

Fuck,I thought.

My heart began to race as his mouth descended against my own, the taste of the bourbon he’d been drinking wreaking havoc on my taste buds.

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