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when I teased her with my many glasses of wine.
    ‘Uh-uh,’ Bryce affirmed, grabbing a glass of a slightly pink
concoction which also sat upon the tray. ‘You, my love, get this one.’ He
handed her the drink. ‘The pink glasses are yours. The waitstaff have been
briefed and know only to give you those ones.’
    She screwed up her nose, taking a sniff of the contents.
‘You’ve got to be kidding me. What is it?’
    Before he could answer, the door buzzer sounded. Bryce
turned and moved off to greet the arriving guests, calling back over his
shoulder: ‘No. I’m not kidding. I never kid where you are concerned. You, my
love, are drinking non-alcoholic rosé tonight.’
    I shrugged in mock sympathy and, rather than put one of the
two glasses back on the tray, teasingly took sips from them both. ‘Suffer,’ I
added with a childish grin. I know, I’m a bitch, but hey, what are friends
for? Lexi fired me a squinty-eyed look in return. She was good at those. I,
on the other hand, poked out my tongue.
    The newly arrived guests caught my attention as they walked
in, my gaze instantly shifting from Alexis to the three super-hot guys, one in
particular sparking waves of excitement to flow through me. Holy fuck! Who
is that? I’d hoped Bryce would have spunky friends, but shit, this guy was
fucking gorgeous.
    He gave Bryce a manly slap on the back, and the smile that
beamed from his face was enough to nearly make my underwear go Carly-cave
diving. Oh. My. God!
    I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from the spunk-rat. I
took in his shaved head that still had just enough hair to give him a sexy rugged
look. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a tight white t-shirt and,
even though I was halfway across the room, I could tell by the way the material
clung to his chest that his many muscles were screaming to be explored by my
tongue.
    My eyes dropped further down his body, spying light denim
jeans which were riding low on his hips. Holy mother of vaginal spasms,
those hips would fit perfectly in between my legs . I mentally took some
measurements.
    Unfortunately, I couldn’t see his arse from my current
standing position, but I was quite certain it was an arse that deserved nothing
but a tight squeeze.
    Barely able to swallow my champagne, I took in the sight of
his ink, which disappeared under the neckline of his t-shirt. And it was that
small hint of artwork that sent my hormones on a hormonal-bender.
    Not knowing whether or not I had been ogling him like a lovesick
schoolgirl, I quickly found concealment behind my champagne glass, because we
all know a see-through flute made of crystal and no bigger than your hand
provides ample camouflage. Carly, you idiotic fool.
    ‘Who the fuck is that sex-on-a-stick?’ I whispered, peeking
over the rim of my glass before taking an inconspicuous sip.
    Alexis followed my line of sight then leaned in and
answered. ‘That is Derek, Bryce’s best mate. He’s also the lead singer of the
band. He was at the pub in Shepparton, remember? You know, when the band played
“November Rain” and Bryce performed the guitar solos for me.’
    ‘Is that him? Oh my god! He looks different,’ I whisper-squealed.
    ‘You were slightly occupied with the barman, Carls. Plus
Derek has shaved his head since then. Maybe that’s why you don’t recognise
him.’
    ‘Fuck, Lexi, he is beyond hot. His hotness factor is through
the bloody roof.’ That is actually an enormous understatement. This man is
F.I.N.E.-fine. Very fucking fine.
    She laughed at me as though she was privy to information
that I was not. ‘It’s funny you should say that, because he is a firefighter.’
    Grabbing hold of her arm to prevent myself from melting into
a puddle of my own drool, I dramatically pleaded, ‘Please tell me he’s single,
Alexis, because I have a fucking ferocious fire in between my legs that he
needs to put out.’
    She cracked up laughing. ‘Yes, Carls, he is single ... as
far as I