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that when you go home, when you make yourself come, that you’ll think of me.” His head bends and his teeth graze my neck.
    I stumble as Damon quickly moves away from me before walking out of the office. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to Damon or myself, I was definitely going to think about him tonight when I made myself fall apart.
     

Chapter Five
    “Give me a fucking break!” I scream in frustration, throwing my blow dryer and effectively breaking it even more.
    Lauren sticks her head cautiously into the bathroom. “Problem?” She laughs as I glare at her.
    “Yes, there is a fucking problem. My damn rat’s nest head of hair just – ”
    “Rat’s nest?” She cocks her head to the side.
    “Yeah, Lo, rat’s nest.”
    “Has the offending blow dryer officially fried your brain? Rats don’t have nests.”
    “Shut the hell up, bitch. You know what I mean. Anyway, this damn devil mane won’t cooperate and I’m about to go GI Jane and shave all of it off.”
    Lo starts cracking up and I swear I could murder her right now. “Chill out, jezebel.” She grabs my beach wave spray and begins to fix the mess I made of myself. When she is done she steps back and surveys her work. “Not too shabby. You actually look like a respectable woman.”
    I shoved her away. “Shut up, you demon whore.” I love that I could be myself with Lo. I didn’t have to put on a show, or worry about what she would think of me.
    “Get your slutty ass dressed and let’s go.” She smacks my butt before walking out of the bathroom.
    I shake my head and walk into my bedroom. The bathroom connects both of our rooms, which is a blessing and a curse sometimes. Tonight we are going to go out to a new club opening called “On the Rocks.” It sounds really cheesy but Lo begged me to go all week. I throw on a pair of skinny jeans and a halter top. I honestly don’t want a lot of attention tonight so I’m not going to wear something that screams, ‘look at me’.
    When I walk out of the room I see Lo all dressed up and looking like a damn celebrity. Maybe I should have put a little more effort in.
    “Is this your attempt to ward off the opposite sex? If it is, good job.”
    I flip her the finger, as we walk out of the door and hail a cab. The ride to the club is only about twenty minutes, but when I see the line I’m tempted to tell the driver to turn around. “Seriously, Lo?”
    “Whatever, I told you it was all anyone was talking about. Of course it would be crowded.” I climb out of the car after her. “Let’s go get in line I’m sure the wait won’t be that long.”
    I’m about to follow her when someone catches my eye. I grab Lo’s arm, and she turns around as if to ask what I’m doing. “Follow me.”
    “Jessie, you can’t just walk up there.” I pay no attention to her and soon I hear her heels clicking behind me.
    I walk up to the entrance where the bouncer is and I hear grumbled whispers coming from the line. The muscular guy in front of me doesn’t even look up from the phone he is furiously tapping on.
    “Excuse me.”
    “Back of the line. There is no list, and I don’t give a shit how short your dress is or how big your tits are.”
    “What about my heels? You like those?”
    Ben’s head snaps up and I immediately see recognition in his eyes. I know that it isn’t right using his secret to my advantage but looking at that line I didn’t give a shit. He fumbles his phone before shoving it into his pocket and opening the door to the club. I spare him the embarrassment and choose not to look him in the eye. I do steal a glance as I’m passing him though and all he is doing is staring at my heels. When his tongue runs over his lips I know he is remembering me digging them into his skin.
    Once the door closes behind us, Lauren grabs my arm. “How did you do that? Do you know him from somewhere?”
    I gave her a cocky look. “Lo, where the hell do you think I know him from?”
    “Oh my God!