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explained. “I met her after the show last night, before…before I had to leave.”
    “And you’re seeing her tonight?” Hammer asked, raising his eyebrows at me.
    I nodded in response to his redundant question.
    “Wow,” Hammer replied, gesturing for another beer. “So…John ‘The Butcher’ Crane actually made plans to go out with a woman he met at one of his shows? There’s some groupie who’s gonna get more than a one-nighter?”
    I grabbed my keys and phone and huffed at Hammer. “Shut up,” I said in defense.
    “I’m just sayin’,” Hammer responded, “it ain’t like you.”
    Hammer had a good point. (He usually did.) For various reasons, I wasn’t really big on dating women from my shows or committing to them for any amount of time—other than however long it took to get my rocks off. I had too much else going on in my life, and there wasn’t room for any more complications.
    So whenever I met a girl at one of my shows, I usually met her for only one purpose—and once I accomplished that purpose, I was done with her. As Hammer had said, it wasn’t like me to give a gal more than one night, or to make plans to see her.
    “Well, forgive me for acting out of character,” I said sarcastically. “But I didn’t even get to fuck her yet. We were just about to leave last night when I got the call, so—”
    “So tonight is about finishing what you started?” Hammer interrupted with a devious grin.
    “Exactly,” I answered instinctively—even though every part of me felt like I was lying.
    “Have fun,” Hammer said, turning towards his beer. I sensed the slightest tinge of jealousy in his voice. Up until recently, he’d been the biggest player I’d ever known, and over the years I’d taken a few pages out of his book. But a few months back, he simmered down and settled down with one lady—and since then, sometimes his mouth would water just a little whenever me or some of the other guys talked about landing some random pussy.
    “I will,” I replied, backing away from my stool. My response was just as instinctive this time, but now, it felt honest. I was really looking forward to my date with Lexi and knew I would have a good time, whether or not we finished what we started.
    I’d barely had a chance to talk to the girl and hadn’t spent that much time with her, but still, even though our exposure was limited, there was something about her that I liked, something that stuck with me and made me want—more than anything—to see her again.
    I don’t know exactly what it was, but whatever that “something” was, it had me kinda hooked on Lexi. And now I was on the line for at least four more hours, until ten o’clock rolled around and she reeled me back into Pinky’s.

Chapter 5
     
    ~ Lexi ~
     
    Pinky’s.
    I had no idea where Pinky’s was and had never heard of the place before, let alone been there. But I’m a smart girl, and I know how to do my research—although I am a little ashamed to admit how quickly I did it.
    No sooner was Butcher out of sight than I grabbed my cell phone and typed “Pinky’s” into my search engine bar. In less than a second, a long list of hits came up, and I started reading through them, until I found all that I needed to know. I found Pinky’s address, some reviews of the place, and a few photos.
    I was pleased with my results, so I shut down my browser. Then I went to my contacts list, looked up the cab company, and phoned in my order for a ride.
    Yep. That’s how quickly I did my research. I looked up Pinky’s for tomorrow before I set up my way home for tonight.
    Classic.
    In any event, it took about twenty minutes for my cab to arrive, and I spent the whole while thinking about what had just happened with Butcher. The way he sped off and left me was mysterious and intriguing, but it was also kind of offensive and disturbing. It made me feel a little disregarded or tossed aside, as if even after the brief intimacy we’d shared, I still