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Jesus Christ. What the fuck is wrong with me? He’snotmine.

“Girrrrlllll….” Blake lets out a low whistle. “Somebody dead? Or about to die?”

“He’s not mine!” I yell at him, standing up and kicking the wall again.

Blake’s eyes widen as he jerks away from me. “Did I…say something?”

“Fuck him, and fuck his ‘kitten!’”

Blake’s jaw drops in alarm. “Who—what—what do you think I’m saying to you?!”

I stomp over to Blake and grab him by the collar. “Get Amelia. We’re going to go drink right the fuck now. And yes, I’m wearing this, you trashy slut. I’m not going home to get changed. I’m going to get fucking wasted.”

“You look nice,” he says meekly.

“Fucking right I do,” I growl. Letting him go, I grab my bag on the way out the door.

“What’s going on?” I hear Amelia’s voice as she steps out of her office.

“Um, I don’t know, but I think we’re going to drink and fuck kittens,” Blake says, then lowers his voice to a stage whisper. “Tell her she looks nice.”

“Woo-hoo! Finally! Siena, you look like hot shit on toast, bitch!”

I push through the door, the cold air hitting me like a slap across the face. Leaning against the tinted glass storefront, I realize I forgot my coat, but I’m too pissed to go back in.

The door opens slightly and Blake’s hand appears, holding my phone. I take it from him and it’s instantly replaced with his other hand, shaking my coat at me. Softening, I put it on. “Thanks, Blakey.”

He peeks through the crack in the door. “Don’t hurt me.”

I laugh. “I’m sorry. It’s just—bad phone call.”

He harrumphs and disappears back into the office as my phone buzzes. It’s a text from Olivia.

Gritting my teeth, I open it up. She has been harassing me for weeks to go out with her, and now I can finally give her the answer she wants.

Sieeeennnnnnaaaaaa! Tonight is the night, you

gorgeous little smut lovin’ ho. Put on your

shortest dress and your highest heels because

you ARE coming out with me tonight!

One step ahead of you. I’m drinking with

my co-workers tonight, but no slut wear.

Want to join?

YOU’RE GOING OUT WITHOUT ME?

I laugh. I can practically hear her shrieking. She and Blake are going to get along great.

I just invited you, drama queen!

Come to my place and pre-game. I’ll dress

you up. Bring your co-workers.

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