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    "Yep. You need a bitch, or you got one?" He cleared his throat.
    I rolled my eyes. Where I'd have been more than happy to think of women as objects a few years back, Deza was finally influencing me for the better.
    "I'll find someone to come with me. Those girls you pick are all the same." I crossed my free arm across my chest and let my eyes run down the back of Riley's dress to the swell of her ass. "I have the perfect girl for the trip, but she's unfortunately taken."
    "This the same one you were whimpering about last week?" He chuckled.
    "Yep. Fuck you too. I gotta go. I'll see you at the dock at ten on Saturday. You good with Deza and Frank joining us?"
    "Yep, and make it nine."
    "Suck a nut." I hung up the phone and slipped it into my pocket as I walked back toward the dance floor. It was a dick move to cut in, but I was totally doing it.
    Trish moved in front of me and put her hand on my chest, stopping me. "Hey."
    "Hey, Trish." My expression softened as I let my guard down a little. Of all the people I'd worked with over the years, Trish was my favorite. She was like the sister I never had and might actually like. Deza was like the one that would put ants in your bed and shave your eyebrows when you slept.
    "You okay? You were being really weird earlier." She lifted her eyebrows and pursed her lips.
    "Oh. Right." I glanced down and gave her a sheepish smile. "I really wanted to make Riley jealous, so I kinda told her that you were my crush."
    "Your crush?" She laughed and touched the side of my face. "That's so damn cute."
    "All right. Stop it." I cupped my hand over hers and searched her face. She wasn't teasing me in a malicious way from what I could tell. "It didn't work as you'll see." I nodded toward the dance floor. "Her Channing Tatum-looking boyfriend is spinning her around the dance floor a little too well."
    "Hmmm." Trish turned and moved to stand beside me as I slipped my hands into my pockets.
    "I got a hard-on during our audition the other day."
    "No. Really?" She glanced over at me with surprise on her face.
    "I know, right? First time since I was a kid with too much gusto." I wagged my eyebrows and turned back to watch Riley. "There's something about her."
    "You know that you need to be careful. Falling for a co-worker is death to an actor’s career." She pressed her head against my arm and chuckled softly. "And just so you know, they aren't together."
    "Who isn't together?" I turned my face toward her and thought about kissing her forehead just in case Riley was watching, but decided against it. I might be a class-A asshole, but having anyone believe that Trish was cheating on her new man was out.
    "Riley and her date." She moved away from me and seemed to be studying them. "I've watched lots of romance films in my life. You know, trying to get better. I swear I can do just about anything but fake lust."
    "Yep. You do suck at faking the sexy stuff." I laughed as she yelped and popped me in the stomach playfully.
    "You turd." She turned back toward the floor. "I shouldn't help you for that."
    "Please? Pretty please with a big juicy cherry on top? A cherry I'd like to-"
    "All right. Jeez." She laughed nervously. "See the way he grips her hips as they dance close? He wants control of her but doesn't have it."
    "What? How do you know that?"
    She turned to face me. "If you and I weren't lovers, but you wanted us to be. How would you hold me while we were dancing?”
    I glanced out at the dance floor and then back to her as I turned to face her. "I guess I'd grip your hips to remind you who should be in control. Seems like the natural way to act. But I'd do that if we were together too."
    "No you wouldn't." She shook her head.
    I chuckled. "Yeah. I would."
    "Nope." She slid her hands up my chest and moved closer. "Play with me for a minute."
    "I thought you'd never ask." I reached out and gripped her hips tightly.
    "No, you buffoon. Really. Close your eyes and imagine me to be the one woman that