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change your mind,” he adds in a low voice as he skims his palm down my bare arm. The gesture makes me shiver but not in a good way.
    My eyes wander from the suit guys VIP table to the next one over and I recognize the striker, Marco, from the soccer team right away. When he moves aside my mouth drops as my gaze lands on Shane who’s sitting at the center of the leather booth. He has a couple of girls on either side of him but his attention isn’t on them - instead he’s looking straight at me. His eyes flick to the suit guy beside me who still has his hand on my arm and I notice his jaw tighten.
    “What is he doing here?” I whirl around back around to yell at Leigh.
    “Who do you mean?” She says in an innocent voice but she’s not fooling me.
    “You know exactly who I mean. First my phone number and now this? It’s hardly a coincidence that out of all the clubs in Austin he would be here at the one you and Matty practically blackmailed me into coming to!”
    “What’s this about blackmail?” Matty says, returning with our drinks. He hands me mine while not-so-subtly shoving business suit guy out of the way. I hold the drink away from my body and glare at him.
    “You manipulated me into coming here with your guilt trip all the while knowing that Shane would be here!” I wail and he looks around confused.
    “Shane is here?”
    “Matt didn’t know,” Leigh pipes up.
    “But you did?” I say, confirming my suspicions.
    “He called and asked me where you’d be tonight. I told him probably at home knitting or doing whatever boring shit you usually do. He offered me five hundred bucks to get you to come out tonight,” she explains unapologetically.
    “What am I a hooker?” I scream at her and business suit guy takes that as his cue to leave. “You sold me out for five hundred dollars?”
    “Drinks are on you tonight, bitch,” Matty adds, giving her a disapproving look.
    “Fine: drinks, your cabs, it’s all on me. I get it - I’m a bad friend. But you’re here and you look smoking hot so you might as well have fun!” she smiles, hopping off her stool to give me a quick hug. “I’m sorry, Caramel, but he seems really into you so I don’t see what the problem is. Why not give him a chance?” She squeezes my hand before walking away in the direction of the VIP booths.
    I watch her retreating back and decide that I have two choices: I can turn around and walk right out of here and let them win or I can shake off my anger at her ridiculous plan and try to enjoy myself. I look down at my tight white dress and figure that I might as well make the most of it. And since Leigh’s agreed to spring for a free ride home for us we might as well let loose so I grab Matty’s hand and pull him along with me. We weave our way through the maze of bodies and back to the bar where we down two shots each before asking the bartender to put them on Leigh’s tab. I don’t often drink hard alcohol so it hits me quickly and I start to feel lightheaded as the warmth spreads through my body. I’m always so afraid of the stuff and what it might mean for me because of the way my mother is but tonight I decide to turn off that little voice in my head and just have fun.
    Matty dances a few up-tempo songs with me but house music isn’t his favorite so he quickly loses interest and heads back to the bar. As I keep dancing I start to lose myself in the beat which switches to a slower, sexier vibe. Dancing is something that I know how to do and I’ve never met a rhythm I couldn’t match. I know how to move my hips and shake my ass even in six inch heels. I bump and grind and take it down low and when I pop back up a pair of arms slide around my waist and I feel a damp shirt press against my back. I look over my shoulder at the preppy guy who’s currently moving his hips with mine and laugh. He’s definitely younger than me but he seems harmless so I give him a sultry smile before leaning my hips into him. I note with