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But tonight it was just me and my thorny emotions.
    Tipping back the amber liquid, I welcomed the burn as it warmed my throat and stomach. Tapping the rim, I nodded for another. Scotty’s brows drew together as he pursed his lips then refilled the glass. I slammed the shot and damn near choked.
    “Rough night?” Scotty asked in a slightly dry, sarcastic tone.
    I nodded and tapped the rim.
    “Where’s Drake?” Studying me through narrow eyes, he hesitated then filled the glass.
    Tossing back the shot, my eyes watered from the acrid liquor. “Back at the club,” I croaked out in a hoarse whisper then impatiently tapped my glass once again.
    “You driving tonight honey?”
    I simply nodded.
    “Last one, then I take your keys.”
    “I don’t need a babysitter, Scotty. A few shots won’t impair me.”
    “I think tonight, you do.” He flashed a lazy grin then winked. “Don’t worry, I don’t charge by the hour. Let’s talk.”
    “No,” I replied in a sullen mumble.
    “Suit yourself. But I’ve got strong shoulders and a big ear.” With a gentle pat on my hand, he filled the shot glass.
    “Thanks.” I nodded as a wave of anger flooded my veins. He patted my hand in pity. I loathed pity. Biting my tongue and the urge to snatch my hand back, I tipped the glass, cringing as the fiery burn skulked toward my stomach.
    It had been a disastrous night, one I hoped never to repeat again. I needed to resign myself to the fact that I wasn’t meant to have an owner. I sure as hell didn’t deserve one, not the way I’d behaved. But how could I let go of my desires? Was there a way to slough off the basic nature of my being?
    “Shit!” I cursed beneath my breath. “One more, Scotty.”
    “No.” The bartender adamantly shook his head.
    I wrapped my hand around his and forced him to lift the bottle. Pouring a double shot into the glass, I looked at him in defiance.
    “I thought you were a submissive. Aren’t you supposed to do as you’re told?” Scotty whispered low.
    “On a good day.” I lifted the glass to my lips and gulped every drop from the glass. “Guess this isn’t one of them.”
    “Hell!” Scotty growled and walked away, taking the bottle with him.
    I couldn’t scrub Drake’s angry disappointment from my mind. I’d never seen him so mad, not even at Trevor for some of the antics he’d pulled over the years. No, I was in for a thorough ass chewing, at the very least, when Drake got his hands on me.
    “Hey sweetcakes. Can I buy you a drink?”
    I looked up and tried not to roll my eyes in revulsion. A man stood before me, with a sexually confident gleam in his eyes. Not only did he look like a throwback from the seventies, he was old enough to be my dad. His jet-black dyed hair was slicked back with some ungodly gooey gel, and he wore a dizzying print silk shirt unbuttoned to his navel. And if that weren’t bad enough, sprouting forth with unabashed pride was a thick gray carpet of chest hair. I wanted to retch. He was quite a package, but it was undoubtedly the gold Mr. T chains that thoroughly iced the whole revolting cake.
    “Go away.” I turned my back to him, hoping the Bee Gees wannabe would take my not-so-subtle hint.
    “You don’t have to be a bitch about it, you fucking whore.” Disco Dip Shit spat and then took his leave.
    Gritting my teeth to keep the caustic comeback from rolling off my tongue, I was vaguely aware of Scotty talking on the phone. Raising my eyes, I glared at him. A guilty expression flashed across his face as he realized I was listening to the conversation.
    “She’s had five, and I won’t give her anymore, not without confiscating her keys.”
    “Is that Drake?” I demanded.
    Scotty frowned and curtly nodded.
    “I am outta here!” I tossed two twenties on the bar. As I stood and turned, I heard Scotty relay my departure to Drake. I knew he wasn’t being a snitch to hurt me and was no doubt disturbed by my unusual solo visit, but I couldn’t help but