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of men below her.
    He spoke up beside me, his voice a rich, deep rumble over the din. “I know you’re not stranded or anything.” Was that mockery in his voice? “But I could give you a ride home. If you want.”
    If you want.
    I turned to survey him, propping a shoulder against the wall. I looked him up and down, considering every Hot Biker Boy inch of him. He really was beautiful. Dark haired, with eyes not quite as dark, a chocolatey brown. Deep and mesmerizing. Too bad he was everything I could never have. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
    He swung around to fully face me, his shoulder leaning against the wall. His brown eyes glinted as he looked me up and down, deliberately thorough. In the same manner I had evaluated him. “I don’t remember asking,” he answered.
    I felt my face go hot. His words were as dismissive as I’m sure he meant them to be and my temper flared. “So what? You’re offering to drive me home because you’re just a Good Samaritan? Right. I believe that.”
    My gaze skimmed the long length of him in his leather jacket and biker boots. He was a walking fantasy. If I was into the idea of losing control and having hot sex with a bad boy, he would be an ideal candidate.
    One of his eyebrows winged high. “It’s just a ride.”
    Nothing about him screamed safe and yet what he was offering meant I needed to trust him.
    “It’s never just a ride.” I tucked a damp strand of short hair behind my hair. No, when I went home with a guy, a hell of a lot more happened than a simple drive from point A to point B.
    “Look, princess,” he began, all mockery gone, his tone indicating that he had finished playing.
    Princess? Affronted, I squared back my shoulders.
    “You’re alone and drunk in a place you have no business being,” he went on to say. “Right now there’s a dozen guys watching you, trying to figure out the easiest way to get you on your back.”
    I blinked, my stomach rebelling. I looked out at the room again, seeing the faces, the eyes. He was right. Several were looking our way. Assessing me.
    He added, “You’re like a lamb in a pack of wolves in this place.”
    Yeah. That pretty much summed up how I felt. Not an alien feeling. I’d felt that way before. And I’d vowed never to feel that vulnerable again.
    And yet here I was.
    “And you’re not a wolf, right?”
    “Don’t worry. I’m not into princesses. Drunk or sober.”
    I bit back denying that I was a princess. It would be like pleading for him to like me. And I didn’t beg for any guy to like me.
    “You really want to stay here?” he pressed.
    I looked back out at the room. Walt chose that moment to blow me a kiss . . . followed up by an obscene gesture. I quickly tore my gaze away. How did I end up in a place like this all by myself?
    Clearly I had gotten too comfortable, too cocky, too accustomed to always being in control. One phone call with Mom and I flew off the handle and let myself get into a situation where I was no longer in control.
    All this thinking, and too much beer, did not make for a good combination. My stomach couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m going to be sick.” Whirling around, I pushed out the door. I moved several steps and settled my hands on my hips, throwing my head back and breathing in the frigid air, letting it brace me. The nausea subsided.
    I heard him behind me, his solids steps thudding over the slush of snow and ice.
    “I’m okay.” For some reason the words felt more like an assurance to myself. I glanced back at him. His forehead creased as he watched me, clearly unconvinced.
    Sighing, I glanced out at the parking lot again. Snow was starting to pile up on the bikes and cars. Bleakness swallowed me. I just needed to get home. The compulsion to seal myself in my dorm room until I felt like me again rose up inside me like a desperate, living thing. I could forget the recklessness of this night but I had to get it behind me first.
    “I live in town,” I heard