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and Coke,” Cam says, walking up to the bar, his friends following him like a shadow.
    “ID,” is my only response.
    He snorts. “You can’t be serious?”
    “ID,” I repeat, trying my best to hold back my anger.
    He smacks his palm down on the table. His friends give him curious looks, waiting for his next move. “Just give me the drink so you don’t lose your job, you damn convict.”
    I grip a glass in my hand, trying to talk myself down from smashing it in his face.
    “No ID, no alcohol,” Mikey tells him, slapping me on the back and joining my side. “So scram frat boy.”
    “I’m not leaving until you give me what I want,” Cam argues, puffing out his chest, stupidly sizing me up.
    “Fuck off,” I tell him
    “No, you fuck off,” he fires back, obviously not that creative with his retaliation.
    “Listen, asshole, the only time I want my come back is when I’m wiping it off your mom’s chin.”
    His friends roar out in laughter. It takes him a second to get it and he kicks the edge of the bar, his face heated.
    “You better apologize for that or you’ll be sorry,” he hisses.
    “Can I help you sir?” I ask the man standing behind him.
    Cam flips me off, throwing out insults, and stomps away when the guy gives me his order.
    I snag my phone at the same time he hands me a tip for his rum and coke.
     
    Me: Are you coming to the club today?
     
    My phone beeps with a response.
     
    Addison: No. I’m relaxing at home.
     
    Me: Your boyfriend is here.
     
    Addison: Yeah, I know. He sent me a text telling me to tell you to serve him or he’s getting you fired.
     
    Me: Fuck that little dick asshole.
     
    Addison: I know. Don’t worry about him.
     
    My phone beeps again.
     
    Addison: And thanks for last night.

11. ADDISON
     
    I swallow hard when Zeth comes walking into the kitchen wearing his work uniform. My knees start to feel wobbly. I’ve never seen him wearing it before. I’d be hanging out at the country club a lot more if I knew he looked that good in it. No wonder Savannah can’t shut the hell up about her date with him this weekend. Apparently, he’s the new hot commodity around there.
    “Hey,” he says, awkwardly, when he notices me standing behind the kitchen island.
    All of my blood rushes straight between my legs when he starts to unbutton his work shirt. I catch my breath, my eyes glued to him as he pulls it off his arms, and reveals his hard chest. I know I’ve seen it plenty of times now, but it never gets old.
    I knead the cookie dough in my hand and rip of pieces of it roughly. I take short, calming breaths, trying to keep myself from jumping on him like a cat in heat. I sigh, my stomach falling, when he grabs a t-shirt from his bag and takes away my mouth-watering view.
    I should be ashamed that I’m eyeing him like this, but I can’t help it.
    “Hey,” I say, stuttering at first. “Did you just get back from work?”
    Okay, that was a stupid question considering he was in his work uniform.
    “Sure did,” he answers.
    “Did Cam give you any more shit?”
    He shoves his work shirt in his bag and tosses it on the table. “That jackass has a little Chihuahua mouth on him. I want to swat him away like the gnat he is. In all seriousness, you need to re-think your relationship and kick his ass to the curb. You’re too good for him.”
    I look at him curiously. “Have you ever even been in a relationship?” I question.
    He looks at me strangely, like I’ve just grown another head right here in front of him. “A dating relationship?”
    “Yes, a dating relationship,” I clarify, throwing my hand out.
    He shrugs his shoulders, giving me a boyish grin. “Sure I have.”
    “Oh really?” I can tell he’s lying.
    “When I was in first grade, there was this chick named Bethany. She had the most perfect little blonde pigtails. We chased each other around on the playground and gave each other cooties.”
    He laughs when I pick up a towel and throw it at him. “Very