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to be hurt. “It was nice seeing you again, Julia.”
    I wished I could say the same. As soon as he left the table, I leaned back and let out a breath of relief. That had been the weirdest conversation I’d had in a long time. I contemplated whether I should tell Scar about Brad’s sudden visit, but I didn’t want our night to be ruined. Brad was lucky he’d left before Scar returned.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    “Nothing. Everything’s fine.”
    I didn’t want to worry him about a guy from the past we both hated. “Is everything okay? You didn’t look too happy about that call.”
    “Yes, I’m sorry I took so long. Some douche misplaced liquor bottles during inventory. It’s the beauty of running your own business. Hopefully, one day I won’t have to spend my weekends here, but I doubt it.”
    “Do you not like working here?”
    “I love it. But the girls get to me sometimes, and I feel like a piece of bloody meat in the middle of an Amazon river full of hungry piranhas.”
    “Are you surprised? I mean, look at you. You’re all buffed and hard as stone.”
    And oh, so kissable! I definitely would love to be the piranha that got the first dibs on his meat.
    Oh, my! What am I thinking? If we’re going to try this friend thing, I can’t have thoughts like these around him.
    “Was that a compliment?” he asked.
    I felt my cheeks heat, saying, “Yes, it was.”
    “You’re thinking something else, Jules. What is it?”
    Could he see through me that easily? And was that drool I felt in the corners of my mouth? “You do realize how good you look? Don’t you? I mean, can you really blame all the women?”
    “And have you looked in the mirror recently? The soft skin that turns pinkish when you’re embarrassed. Your gorgeous eyes glimmer with kindness, and you have a body to die for. You’re irresistible, Jules. Someday you’re going to make one man happy.”
    “I doubt that will happen, but thank you.” I looked up and around the club. “This place is really beginning to fill.”
    “Which brings me to my other bad news.”
    Had he seen Brad too?
    “One of the bartenders got sick, and I have to jump in behind the bar for the rest of the night.”
    “It’s a shame it wasn’t one of the dancers,” I joked.
    “I can always accommodate a private dance for you, Jules.”
    I would definitely keep that one in my back pocket. Thinking about Scar maneuvering his slick body against the pole, I imagined him as the star of Magic Mike. I pictured tight boxers hugging his generous curves while he rubbed himself against the metal, slid down, and began grinding on the floor. I just wished I could be there with him.
    “Whatever you’re thinking, my answer is yes.” He startled me. It appeared that Scar had been watching my face with intent as I lost myself to my thoughts.
    The line by the bar extended by a handful of people. “You better get going, Scar. Don’t worry about me. I had a long day anyways, and I’m trying to switch to day shifts, so I think I’ll call it a night.”
    “Let me walk you back to your car, then.”
    “Thank you.”
    As I got up from the table, my purse dropped to the floor, spilling out its contents. Scar crouched to help me gather my makeup and business cards, but when he held the little pink flashlight-like contraption, I froze. There it was: my pocket rocket in Scar’s hands.
    “What’s this?” he asked, pressing the little button. The vibrator buzzed and my cheeks heated. Nope – my entire body heated and hummed with longing at the familiar sound. As recognition set in on Scar’s face, and I flushed with embarrassment.
    “Better keep this one in a zipped pocket, Jules,” he winked.
    “Ahm, thank you.” I got up and found myself in his arms. He tucked a piece of stray hair behind my ear, leaned in, and whispered. “Does it take you long to come using it?”
    What? My entire body responded to his words as if he were asking it to show him.
    “Too personal. Why