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against her neck did wonderful things to her body. She licked her lips, wanting to follow him into the kitchen, wanting him to do dirty things to her. It would be wonderful to have him throw her over his broad shoulder, take her to his bedroom, and rip her clothes off her body. She wanted to see his cock free from the confines of his jeans. Alyssa had enjoyed looking at his crotch and seeing it grow and push against his zipper. If only she’d been bold enough to walk over to him and do something about it.
    “Alyssa. Hello. Earth to Alyssa, are you still with us?” Bella’s voice brought her out of her thoughts and back to the table where everyone was watching her with questioning looks on their faces.
    “What?” She snapped back more than she meant to. “Are we leaving?” She looked up at Bella, who was looming over her, watching her closely.
    “Not unless you want to.” She leaned in and giggled. “Although I would love to go home and get my spanking from Clint. Do you want a drink before we start singing? I thought that maybe we could sing a song together tonight.” She shrugged her shoulders.
    “Yeah. That sounds good.” Alyssa stood up and stretched, realizing that maybe a little liquid courage wouldn’t be such a bad thing. She felt anxious, and she needed to mellow out a little and just enjoy the night with her friends. It shouldn’t matter that the two hottest guys in the world were in the same pub with her. She snorted, and Bella arched a brow, not saying anything, and she was grateful. The last thing she wanted to do was explain anything.
    They walked to the bar, and Alyssa stood next to Bella, letting her order. She hadn’t been into the pub since that night, and she didn’t know if it was even safe to order anything. She shook her head, thinking about Grant. Would he spank her again tonight if she got drunk? Did she want to find out?
    “What are you thinking so hard about?” Bella asked her. Before Alyssa could answer, Justin walked up and she gave her order. “Give me three shots of your best tequila and three beers.” Justin gave them both a look but didn’t say anything. Instead, he went to work getting the order together. Alyssa watched his muscles flex under his shirt. She was drawn to him, to them both.
    “Well?” Bella’s demanding voice got her attention, and she jerked her head from Justin to concentrate on her friend.
    “Um, I’m thinking about Grant and Justin. I don’t think it can work, though.” She hated the sound of her voice. She sounded pathetic.
    “Why? They both seem interested, and you’re obviously interested. What’s the problem?” Alyssa wanted to scoff. Seriously, did her friend not see the truth or was she just always so damn nice?
    “You wouldn’t understand. Look at you.” Alyssa grabbed one shot glass and downed it, taking a quick sip of her beer to kill the burn as it went down her throat. “Your body is perfect. I bet the whole town would gather around just to see you naked. Now, look at me. I mean really look at me. What do you see? Don’t bullshit me either. I’m not a perfect size. What, are you a six?” She grabbed the other shot glass and downed it.
    Bella was staring at her, shock evident on her face, so Alyssa kept talking. “I’m never going to be that small. You’re the pretty one. Jessica’s the smart one. I’m the, what, the fat friend.” She picked up the third shot glass and downed the liquid. She had never said these things before, and she couldn’t believe that she was actually saying them now. She took another sip of her beer and stared at the bar, wishing like hell she had kept her mouth shut.
    “Is that what you think? That you’re our ‘fat friend’?” She put in air quotes for emphasis. “I can’t believe you could even think that. You are gorgeous. Your body may not be a size six, but you have the most amazing figure. I’m talking Marilyn Monroe perfect. I can’t tell you how many times guys have come up to