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“The hell I do,” I lie straight to her face. “He’s connected to the club and you know how I feel about that.”

“Uh-huh. Let me give you a piece of advice. The last time a man like him looked at me, I ended up pregnant within a week. You better run girl, ‘cause that man has you in his sights.”

“Whatever, Tina. He’s just a customer.”

She pats my arm as I place mixed drinks on her tray, “Run girl or don’t and have some fun. God knows you deserve it. But just be careful, I’ve heard about him.”

“Heard what?” I ask but she’s already taken her tray to deliver the drinks.

I turn my head meeting Duke’s gaze. His eyebrow raises at me as he tips his beer back and takes a pull. I have a bad feeling if I lose my virginity to a man like Duke the sex would be so good—I’d never recover. Letting a man like him be my first, would probably ruin any sex I’d have after for the rest of my life.

I need to stay away from him. Maybe he’s just being aggressive because of my clothes? But I dress the way I do for a reason, it makes me feel sexy and pays the bills. I’m not a cheap whore spreading her legs for any man throwing me a twenty. By the way Duke just spoke to me; I believe he thinks I might.

But I’m not offended because it turned me the fuck on. He didn’t hide his intentions behind fancy dinners and roses at the door. Duke Masters is a man that knows what he wants and takes it.

Without apology.

But he just became the devil, and I need a battle plan because now—we are at full-out war.

Ignoring him, I up my game. Applying a fresh coat of lip gloss, I roll the bottom of my tank up exposing my midriff and saunter right over to the bachelors.

Seeing red, I don’t think past my need to make him burn.

The way he makes me burn.

Grabbing a bottle of tequila, salt and a few limes, I walk over to the bachelor party. “Body shots! On me! Where’s my groom at?” Crooking a finger at the poor man who might get knocked out by Duke any second, I hop up in front of him with every intention of giving him the taste of skin Duke thinks is his.

Lying flat on my back, I tip the bottle letting it pour.

The men go wild. Three of them shove at one another trying to get their tongues on me. Turning my head towards Duke, I gasp in shock.

His seat’s empty. Meat sits shaking his head, takes a hit, mouthing, “bold move.”

Shit. What have I done?

Duke’s low growl sends shivers down my spine, but he doesn’t stop it.

His feet are spread wide by the door, biceps curled as if holding weights. He leaves without a word, letting the slam of the door behind him do the talking for him. Everyone looks up, startled because he slammed it so hard the rusted hinges came off.

“Three weeks?”

“What?”

“I just made a bet with Big Jim that you’ll be pregnant within three weeks.” Tina answers with a wink.

Big Jim and the other regulars I was serving laugh their asses off.

“Whatever,” I mutter using the distraction to escape to the ladies room. My hand angrily pulls the lever of the towel dispenser so hard it spits out a yard of brown paper.

“Making big tips tonight huh?”

A brunette curvier than me makes her way out of the stall to the sink next to mine. Ignoring her primping I wet the towels with cold water and soap, attempting to wash the saliva off that those drunk fucks left on me.

“He’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. I remember riding it like it was yesterday—not twenty years ago.”

My eyes snap to hers in the mirror. She grins, knowing I know exactly who she’s talking about.

“I heard he was back in town and seen in here just about every night. I couldn’t miss my chance for another ride.”

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