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but, she kept going, refusing to let this guy—whoever he was—get the best her. Sure, he was gorgeous; but, as they talked, she realized that he also had a keen wit and even sharper tongue. It was refreshing.
     
    She might not be the most upwardly mobile of the patrons at Inferno, but she could appreciate class in a man. Although class wasn’t an attribute she'd been overly strict about in her previous conquests, she was thoroughly intrigued.
     
    “So,” he said, slurring slightly. The green-eyed man finally began to question her on more personal subjects. By that point, the club had emptied apart from the most hardcore partiers—of which there were still at least twenty or thirty. As they went through the motions of their insane antics on the dance floor, Vicky only eyed her companion suspiciously. Drink usually made her more talkative, and this occasion was no exception.
     
    “My brother didn't send you, did he?” That would be so like Darren. Send some guy to lure her into liking him before taking her back home to be caught and berated for her carelessness.
     
    “Your...what? No...” He scowled before breaking into laughter. “How would I even know who I was looking for? I still haven't gotten your name.”
     
    Well, that was one thing she didn't mind giving him. “It's Vicky.” The alcohol had loosened her up to the point that she was sprawled back against the booth, the strap of her dress falling down about one shoulder, and her hair coming down; but, damn if she cared.
     
    “I'm Liam,” he said in return, raising his most recent glass to her in acknowledgment. “Nice to out drink you.”
     
    “Oh, fuck you.” Dipping her fingers into a glass of water Vicky flicked it at him, making him wince as he immediately brushed the tiny droplets from his leather jacket.
     
    “Careful, careful with the leather.”
     
    She grinned. “Is that what you tell the ladies when you whip it out?”
     
    He gaped slightly for a moment in outrage; but, Vicky hadn't been able to help herself. He had left himself wide open, and with the seemingly endless number of potshots he'd made at her over the past few hours, she had to get even somehow.
     
    “Woman,” he finally managed, “I thought you came over here to seduce me. That is not how you seduce a man.”
     
    “Well, then, I guess you were mistaken.” Taking a small sip of her latest libation, Vicky gave him a small wink, reveling in the way hunger almost immediately flared to life in his gaze. Men could never resist a challenge. In that way, she was very much like one.
     
    “So, you have no intentions of taking me home tonight?”
     
    Her lips curved in triumph. “Not really. I was hoping it could be more the other way around.” Liam's knuckles whitened as he gripped the table, staring at her intensely. If he had attempted to prove he was only mildly interested in her before, his plethora of alcoholic drinks had quickly done away with that façade. The desire she now registered in his eyes was enough to heat her own blood.
     
    Taking the last few sips of her drink, Vicky gestured to the waitress, who was currently attempting to stop a man from wearing a beer mug as a hat. When she raised a hand for the check, the girl nodded, snatching the cup from the patron to disappear behind the bar. Turning back to face Liam, she cast him an innocent smile. “Are we going Dutch?”
     
    He rolled his eyes, withdrawing a thick sheaf of bills from his jacket pocket and depositing six twenties on the table—more than enough for their drinks and a generous tip.
     
    Even though her inebriated haze, Vicky realized that the man was either extremely moneyed or had done a few extremely illegal things.
     
    It was LA; so, quite honestly, either option was equally likely.
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    She didn't dwell on the matter for too long, however. Tottering out of the booth on her heels,  her arm was suddenly caught in a strong grip—just in time to keep her from