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houses.
                  They sure as shit weren't going to get into each other’s hair.
                  But he couldn't think with them breathing down his neck all the time. He'd dutifully gone to see his father each day before drinking himself into oblivion. Today was his first sober day in a week.
                  He needed to clear his head. A good ride would do that.
                  Or a good fuck.
                  Immediately that hot little waitress from the club sprang to mind. He felt his groin tighten. All week he'd been wound up tightly, just thinking about her.
                  He started the bike and pulled out into the road, not intending to ride anywhere in particular. It was late afternoon as the sky was starting to get dark when he pulled into the back entrance of the Country Club.
                  Jake almost laughed. He'd been riding aimlessly for an hour. Somehow he'd ended up here.
                  He knew why.
                  He was looking for her of course.
                  He just couldn't seem to stay away.
                  Jake parked his bike and waited outside the service entrance far from the overhead lights. Sooner or later she'd sneak out for a smoke.
                  Twenty minutes later his prayers were answered.
                  He watched from the shadows as she looked around nervously, then headed for a copse of trees on the far side of the lot. Right near where he was parked.
                 
     
     
     
     
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                  "You really are a bad girl aren't you?"
                  Elle nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the husky voice. It was Jake Delancey naturally. He was leaning against a motorcycle at the ass end of the parking lot. Sneaky bastard.
                  "What are you doing here then? Trying to scare people to death?"
                  "Waiting for you."
                  She stopped short. She suspected as much but hadn't really thought he'd come out and say it. Her stomach did a flip flop as butterflies seem to dive around inside her.
                  She glanced around to make sure no one was watching and lit her smoke. That's what she'd come out here to do anyway, wasn't it? She walked behind the bushes, doing her best to ignore him.
                  He trailed behind her, leaning against a tree trunk. He grinned at her insolently. He was incorrigible! A bad boy through and through.
                  But dear God, did he have to look like James Dean?
                  It really wasn't fair. He was far too tempting. He was making puppy dog eyes at her so she sighed and held out a smoke.
                  "I don't smoke."
                  She narrowed her eyes at him.
                  "So what do you want then?"
                  His grin got even wider and he raised his eyebrows, leaving her with no doubt about what he was after.
                  "You're out of your mind you are. If you think I would-"
                  "Would what?"
                  He was laughing at her now. She stomped her foot in annoyance. She wasn't going to say it. He knew she wouldn't. That's why he was laughing so damn hard.
                  "You nearly cost me my job!"
                  He sobered immediately.
                  "Would that really be so bad?"
                  "Yes! It would! Not all of us are born with a silver spoon in our mouth, you know."
                  He pushed back from the tree, looking annoyed. No- he looked angry. And determined.
                  "I think you could do a little better than this place. Serving a bunch of rich