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regular bartender, places his hands in front of him and leans onto the bar.
    Chad is cute, one of the bearded, man-bun types with plenty of charisma and the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s hot. I’ve tried to convince Jackie to go for him a time or two, but she’s always refused.
    I point at him. “Chad, you’d sleep with me, right?”
    Tequila makes some girls clothes fall off. For me, it unleashes every dirty thought I shut up inside my head.
    Chad chuckles and eyes Jackie. I think he has a thing for her. “Is this some kind of invitation, Charlotte?”
    I pat his hand and give him my best seductive smile. “You wish. But no, I’m a married woman after all. But … we’re just talking about how my husband doesn’t want to fuck me.”
    Jackie spits her drink clear across the bar, and there are definitely about twenty other patrons now staring at us. I think I might be talking too loud.
    “Whoops!” I giggle and lay my head on her shoulder.
    “Someone just fuck this girl. PLEASE! So I don’t have to!” Jackie gives a mock huff, as if her job as a best friend is so hard.
    It only makes me explode into giggles.
    I’ve never been the drunk girl at the bar. In fact, I can count on three fingers the number of times I was even tipsy before I met Jackie. But she lets me be me, and she encourages me to be more. Which is why I feel like I can let loose around her.
    “All right, ladies, I’m officially cutting you off.” Chad swipes our drinks and goes to close out our tabs.
    We boo and heckle him from our seats like an umpire who’s just made a terrible call.
    “Yeah, yeah,” he lays our checks down. “Go home and sleep it off.”
    We drunkenly sign our tabs and hop down as gracefully as we can from our stools. Which ends up with both of us almost face planting on the floor. Jackie and I giggle the entire walk home, where she drops me on the doorstep of my condo.
    “You sure you’ll be okay walking the rest of the way?” I say into Jackie’s shoulder as I hug her close.
    “You mean the three minutes it takes to walk to my apartment? Yes, I’ll be fucking fine, Mom .” She teases me and pinches my butt.
    “Now go get laid. Just rip your clothes off and attack you husband!”
    I may just take her advice.
    When I unlock the door to the condo, the entire place is pitch black. I’m about ten feet in when I trip over my work bag in the hallway.
    “Oh, shit,” I go down swinging and turn myself so I land flat on my back.
    And then I start to laugh.
    Halfway through my giggle fit, someone starts flicking on the lights until the hallway bulb is burning bright in my eyes.
    “Char, what the hell?”
    Tucker stands over me, his hair mussed and his shirt non-existent. All he has on are a pair of sweatpants, which ride low on his hips. And I get to see the expanse of his new body for the first time. Ripple after ripple of hard muscle moving under his smooth olive skin. My mouth starts to water.
    “Are you hurt?”
    I realize I must have been staring at him in silence for too long.
    And that makes me laugh. “Where did all of your clothes go?”
    Tucker shakes his head, confused. “Where have you been? You smell like the floor of a bar.”
    I nod enthusiastically. “I might have been there!”
    And he turns up his nose. “Get yourself upstairs. And maybe shower. I can’t be around you like this.”
    I pull myself up into a sitting position and remove my uncomfortable work flats. “You can’t be around me ever.”
    He turns around from where he’s stopped at the end of the hallway. “What did you say?”
    I stand up, whipping off the casual maroon cardigan I wore to the office today, leaving me in only my jeans, white tank top and bare feet.
    I’m apparently feeling bold. “You heard me. You can’t even come up and sleep in the same bed as your wife ! You won’t even look at me. Let alone kiss me.”
    I laugh, whipping my tank top over my head and feeling the air bud my nipples inside my