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thinking.” I giggle.
    He tightly grips my waist as I rock my hips to the beat of the music. The alcohol is starting to work its magic and I’m feeling a nice buzz.
    Julian slowly traces my sides with his hands, all the way up to my bare arms, sending a thrill through me.
    “Just trying to imagine what’s underneath,” Julian whispers.
    “You might not have a chance to find out,” I respond.
    “Why is that?” Julian responds, sounding surprised.
    “I’m not sure I like you yet,” I tease.
    Julian brushes my hair to one side of my shoulder and runs his fingertips gently on the back of my neck and shoulders. I shiver as I feel a powerful electric current course through my veins. He really knows how to touch me—it feels unbelievable.
    Goosebumps form on my arms and shoulders when Julian plants warm, wet kisses on the side of my bare neck.
    He spins me around and we are suddenly face to face, lips touching, but barely. He parts his full lips slightly and I’m so tempted to kiss him. I need to play this out right. It’s all about the resistance. I will not give in to his alluring, magnetic, alpha-male presence.
    I look up from his fleshy, seductive lips to his captivating blue eyes. His pupils dilate as he gazes at me possessively.
    “For tonight, you’re mine,” he says assertively.
    I wrap my arms around his neck as we move to the beat of an old song. I listen to the lyrics: “I knew you were trouble when you walked in.” I smirk—it’s very fitting.
    “I saw that smirk. Now you need to tell me what you are thinking,” Julian demands.
    “I think you’re too sure of yourself, and you’re used to getting what you want all the time.” I smile. “But not tonight.”
    Julian raises an eyebrow at me and his jaw tightens, but his eyes sparkle wickedly. He likes the idea of the chase; that’s what it’s all about, and I like it, too.
    “I think you spoke too soon,” Julian says smoothly.
    He spins me back around so that I’m facing away from him. He runs his hands down my sides toward my hips as we move to the song. The buzz in my head is increasing and the room begins to spin.
    He kisses the side of my neck. “I make sure I always get what I want. Even if it’s illegal to do so,” he whispers into my ear.
    “So, you’re a criminal?” I whisper back.
    “Something like that,” Julian responds.
    He stops dancing and grabs my hand, pulling me toward the bar. He orders me another shot of Grey Goose vodka and hands it to me.
    “I’ll drink it if you tell me what you do for a living,” I demand.
    “It’s confidential.” He glances away from me and watches the crowd.
    “Is it illegal?” I ask and he turns his attention back toward me.
    “Not illegal,” he replies. “But I make more money than I know what to do with and I have to carry around a gun.”
    I’m turned on by his bad-boy, secretive vibe.
    “Can I see it?” I raise an eyebrow.
    He considers my request. “Once you finish your drink.”
    I down the shot and it burns down my throat. I suck on a lime. The shot gives me a head rush, it’s so strong.
    His gaze darkens when I flutter my eyelashes and seductively lick the lime juice off my lips while steadily holding my gaze on his face.
    We silently stare at each other for a while. There is a thick sexual tension between us. I feel that if there weren’t any people around, Julian would grab me and fuck me hard against the bar right now.
    I continue to hold my eyes steady on his face. I’m essentially flirting with him, which I never did when I first met him. This actually feels good. It is the typical, normal way most men and women meet at a bar or club.
    Julian’s lips tighten and his jaw clenches as he scans my face. I’m enjoying how my flirtatious attitude is affecting him. I never flirt, but I’m so turned on that it feels natural.
    “What do I need to know about you?” Julian asks abruptly, breaking free from the spell I’m trying to cast on him.
    Suddenly, I feel