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her, because she’s her … she’s Lin. The girl who was always so nice to me, always so willing to help, always willing to be my friend. Now, after having to earn her money by being a stripper and being the girlfriend of an abusive guy, there’s little left of her pride. I sigh.
    I shouldn’t be doing this. Her being here is not good for either of us. I’ll only drag her down more. I don’t want to do that to her. I want to help her get where she wants to be, and that’s it. Why did I bring her here in the first place?
    That’s right. My own selfish lust. I want her. Not just her body, but her heart, too. I want it back. However, it’s not a good idea, and she and I both know that. I should just give her this drink, bring her home, and leave. She can pay off her debt and work toward a better future. At least I won’t ruin it with my fucking. It’s better if I just stayed away.
    Except, when I turn around, she’s right in front of my face. I freeze when she reaches for the glass in my hand, leaning forward with her tits pointed at me, and takes it from me. Just a brush of her fingers is enough to send chills down my spine. Fuck, I can’t take this.
    I take a deep breath and turn around again, grabbing my own drink. Jesus, I’m glad I spiked my Coke with a little rum.
    Suddenly, I feel her fingers running up my spine. I shiver. Her arm drapes along my shoulder, her face inches from mine. “C’mon, Mister Fuck-a-lot. Show me what you got.”
    “Don’t call me that,” I say through gritted teeth.
    “It wasn’t an insult. I want you to show me what you can do,” she whispers in my ear.
    Fuck me, my cock just throbbed. She wants me to fuck her? God, it’s such a tempting offer. Before she left, we only kissed—I never got to know her body that way—but fuck me, I sure would love to.
    I shrug off her arm and take a step away. Frowning, she leans back as I turn around to face her. She hops on the countertop and places her hands behind her, propping up her tits. Jesus Christ, is she trying to kill me?
    “You know as well as I do there’s still something between us. It never went away.”
    “Just because it’s still there, doesn’t mean we should act on it.”
    Her eyebrows draw together. “What are you afraid of? If you’re worried that you’ll hurt me, trust me when I say I know how to handle rough boys.”
    I cock my head and smile. “Oh really? You think rough is what describes me the best?”
    Her lips curl up into a smile as well. “You tell me. How rough can it get? I’m curious …”
    Squinting, I take a step forward. “Does kitchen-table-banging sound familiar to you?”
    She grins. “Go on …”
    I take another step. “How about hair-pulling?”
    “Now you’re talking!”
    I set my drink down on the table and place my flat hands on the top, leaning in. “You’re crazy.”
    “Just as crazy as you then.”
    “What happened to your pride, Lin?”
    “I threw it out the window. Screw pride. Screw everything. Screw you.”
    “What?” I chuckle.
    She bites her lip, sucking it gently. Fuck me, I want to do the same to her lip. “I mean it. I want to screw you.”
    I laugh. “This is so not you.”
    “No, I know,” she grins again, “but I like it.”
    “Why?” I purse my lips, inching ever closer. I can’t stop myself. Every fucking pore in my body tells me I should grab her and never let go; that I should fuck her until the night ends and the sunlight shows me that she is still as beautiful as she was the day before. Lin was always that girl, the girl I could never have again, the girl I was never worthy of. The girl I came to love.
    She’s still that girl, only she’s traded some of her best assets to save what’s left of her pride. She cares too deeply for her parents to flip a finger at everything standing in her way to her dreams. I want more for her.
    I never wanted anything for anyone except myself. I’ve always only cared about one thing, and that was being my own