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trace her bottom lip and she felt the small touch to the soles of her feet.
    "I want you, Roxy. Now."
    Oh god. Roxy took a shuddering breath and tried to think around her sex-addled brain. Sleep with him now and chances are she'd be yesterday's rubbish. Continue with Holly's plan and ... and what? Prolong her misery? Leave her with another lonely night with nothing but her fantasies to keep her warm?
    The hand between her legs was still there. His fingers burning a trail over her inner thigh and she could only imagine the heights this man would take her. Three minutes with his fingers buried in her panties and she was undone. What if she had all night?
    Luke wanted her. He wanted her! How could she refuse? She'd done more stupid things in her life than she could count. This wouldn't be one of them. She smiled up at him and said, “Lead the way."
    The smile he gave her made things low in her belly tighten with anticipation.
    "Follow me,” he smiled, turning and leading her through the crowd toward the front door.
    "Luke! Luke, wait."
    Roxy turned her head when Luke stopped and did the same. A man approached them wearing a suit that looked as expensive as the dress she'd splurged on. His hair was thinning on top and was sprinkled with gray. He looked to be in his late forties. He carried an air of authority around him and she knew whoever he was, he was important. She raised a curious brow at him before looking at Luke. From the look on his face, she could tell he didn't like the man.
    "The reporter I said was coming finally showed up. The other guys have already talked to him. It's your turn."
    "Can't this wait?” Luke asked.
    The man turned his attention to her briefly and Roxy couldn't be sure, but she thought he rolled his eyes.
    "No, it can't. I promised the interviews and you agreed. Your friend can wait in line with the other groupies."
    Roxy's mouth fell open. Groupie. Did she look like a groupie?
    Luke glanced at her before saying, “Give me ten minutes, Curt, and I'll be there with bells on."
    Ten minutes? Ten minutes! Oh hell no! She was not a no-tell motel for his cock. He'd give her all night or nothing. She snorted a laugh before shaking her head and pulling her hand away. “Go ahead and do your interview, Luke. I'm sure I can find someone else to waste ten minutes with."
    She saw his eyes widen before she turned and walked away. She didn't know what she was more pissed at—being interrupted or the thought of a ten-minute bang, in what would probably be the alley out back. The nerve of that man. Who the hell did he think he was?
    She made it back to the table and Holly raised one eyebrow at her before looking across the club, presumably to Luke. Roxy snatched Holly's rum and coke, gulping it down before inhaling deeply to try and calm her nerves. Ten minutes. She laughed out loud and said, “I need a drink. A strong one."
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Chapter 3
    "Good morning, sleeping beauty. How's the head?"
    Roxy groaned, turning her head to bury it in the pillow as bright light flooded the room. “Go away. I want to die in peace."
    Holly laughed and jumped on the bed. “Die? You can't be serious. Half of New York is in love with you."
    Roxy peeked up at her. “Why?"
    "You don't remember?"
    "No."
    Holly snorted and lay down, reaching out and pushing Roxy's hair away from her face. “Does Alabama Slammer or Purple Haze jog your memory?"
    "No. Should it?"
    "Liquid Cocaine? Flying Monkey?"
    Roxy shook her head, sucking in a breath when her head spun.
    "No? What about, ‘Oh god, Holly. If you love me, just kill me now."
    "That bad, huh?” Roxy said.
    "Yeah, that bad.” Holly grinned. “I told you not to mix all those drinks. Devin had to carry you out of there."
    "Oh god,” Roxy said, burying her face in the pillow again.
    "That's after you did your Coyote Ugly impersonation and danced on the bar, much to the delight of half the men in there. But look on the bright side. You have fifteen business