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from everyone, but I was his main girl for the night.
    So after three shots of the Red-headed Slut – no joke, th ere is a drink named after me…aside from the slut part – I am feeling loose and Scott and I are heating up the aquamarine dance floor. I’m so glad I took those twerking classes. Money well spent!
    I love dancing with Scott; going anywhere with Scott. He keeps all the perverts away. We’ve been dancing for about five songs and I am feeling the protest from my feet. Scott could dance all night if you allow him. I could never match him even with my pole dancer status.
    As the song commands, I drop my ass to the floor and shimmy back up, expecting to feel Scott behind me. I don’t.
    Just as I am about to turn around to inquire of his presence I hear him shout over the music, “You’re lucky I like it rough and that you’re so cute!”
    I turn into a hard wall of man; strong chest and powerful breathing, the most intoxicating scent of perfume and all-male assaulting my senses. My skin becomes heated with awareness and a shiver of desire jolts through me as I look up into Collin’s sexy glower. My stomach dips and heat settles between my legs. He is wearing all black and he looks every bit a bad boy.
    I imagine tearing through his button down and sinking my teeth into his toned pectoral and digging my fingers into his shoulders as he hoists me and impales me onto his waiting cock. As I remember, from our last and only sexual encounter, I had left some nail bite s in his biceps. Oh, God. Now I’m horny in the middle of a crowded club.
    I swallow thickly and start fidgeting under his attention. He notices my nervous movements, and no doubt the blush creeping over my cheeks, and he smirks. Smirks! The nerve of this man! Well, he won’t get a rise out of me…no more than he already has.
    “ What the hell is wrong with you? What are you doing here?” I hiss.
    Collin chuckles at my little hissy fit, again, and I have the urge to knee him in the balls.
    “I should be asking you that, Red.”
    I hate when he calls me that. It gets me distracted with all the warm and fuzzies.
    “First of all,” I begin. “Why I’m here is of no concern to you. Second of all, what I’m doing here was pretty obvious before you manhandled my friend. Third of all, you’re an asshole.” That last reason was because I had nothing else reasonable to say and because he really was acting like an asshole.
    Collin quirks that damn ed eyebrow at me and I huff, careful not to stomp any bugs this time.
    “ Fine!” I relent. “Johann invited me. And I was having a great time before you interrupted.” I gesture behind him to Scott who is watching us like he’s watching a soap opera unfold. Nosey .
    Collin shrugs his stupid shoulders, obviously not sorry for his behavior. God, I want to knee him in the balls. He is so damn unfair with his big brother act; not to mention annoying. If he keeps treating me this way and I keep letting him, how is he ever going to see me as anything other than his brother’s best friend?
    I can’ t think with him staring at me like this! My body is reacting to him in a most pleasurable way. I don’t need him standing there scrutinizing me. I need to dance…and make him jealous.
    Operation: Get Collin to see me as a hot babe , in three, two…
    I spin away from him and sidle over to the nearest guy, who surprisingly, is Luke. I dance sultrily over to him and his eyes widen before morphing into the horn dog I suspect him to be. He pulls me close to him and I caress his firm chest before throwing my arms around his neck and twisting my hips further into him. He slips his jean-clad knee in between my legs and I proceed to, once again, do as the song says and put it down on him.
    The song changes and the excitement in my veins warms my skin. Single by The New Kids on the Block starts playing, and my body kicks into a more sultry rhythm all on its own. God, I love this song.
    No sooner have I b egun