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The possessiveness in his tone leaves me craving more.

His mouth attacks mine, stealing all thought from my mind. His lips command mine, demanding them to part so he can explore my mouth and taste me.

This kiss is soul-consuming and mind-numbing, leaving me a whimpering mess. I cling to Alex, unable to stand on my own.

My heart races as it tries to break free from the confines of my chest. I’m falling for Alex, that much I know, but these feelings are deeper than just the fun and exciting sex we’ve been having.

Before I can process these feelings and freak myself out about how fast things seem to be moving, Alex trails kisses down my neck, lightly sucking on the skin before kissing his way back to my lips.

A shrill voice echoes off the walls of the hallway and cries out, “What in the ever loving fuck, Alex?”

It takes several moments for Alex to register his name being spoken by someone other than me.

The woman’s voice is like nails on a chalkboard, immediately chilling the lustful fire that’s burning inside of me.

After several long moments, Alex pulls away from our kiss and turns toward the angry voice.

Neither one of them speaks as I give the mystery woman a once over.

She’s tall and thin with long straight blonde hair. Her skin is perfectly tanned- more than likely thanks to a tanning salon and not from being outside for hours on end. She’s perfect in every way and definitely model material.

She reminds me of Kate, except for the long blonde hair.

Wealth and privilege ooze off of her. From her expensive designer clothing to her perfectly manicured nails, she’s the definition of excess and frivolity.

Glancing from her to Alex back to her, their narrowed brows and pursed lips alert me they know one another, and it’s more than a long-lost friendship. They intimately know one another.

There’s a lot of tension between the two of them. I can cut it with a knife. It’s almost as if it wasn’t an amicable break up.

I hold back a giggle that’s threatening to escape as I picture my favorite childhood cartoon where the character actually cuts the air with a knife.

Alex opens his mouth to speak but slams it shut and clenches his jaw when she props her hand on her hip.

“What are you doing here, Alex?” Her tone is like acid, and her glare is full of hatred.

Alex glances toward me before turning his gaze back to the blonde. “I just came to enjoy a night out on the town.”

Thankfully, he skips the part of the night out where he fucked me on an office desk.

“So why are you hanging out right outside of my father’s office, making out with some skank you just met? You know no one goes in there. There are important documents in there pertaining to the club and the workers.”

I ignore her insult about being a skank and concentrate on the pertinent information for now. There will be plenty of time to think about her jab later.

Her father owns this club?Why would Alex risk getting caught entering and exiting the owner’s office?

Alex growls and steps in front of me. “Elise is not some skank I just met.”

The mystery woman peers around Alex to give me another once over. “She’s not like me.”

I would thank her for the compliment, but I know she didn’t intend to make it sound positive. Either way, I’m glad I’m not like her. I would never dream of making a scene like this in a packed club.

Alex reaches back to grab my hand. “That’s kind of the point, Bianca. I learned from my past mistakes and have made better decisions when it comes to women.”

My stomach somersaults as his thumb rubs circles on my hand.

Bianca scoffs. “Where did you find her? The small town where you and your dad have been holed up over the past several years?”

I don’t have to ask her opinion on small town living. Her tone says it all. Living in a small town is the equivalent of dumpster diving behind a fast-food restaurant in Bianca’s book.