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ass and open her legs for all I cared. I was immune to Olympia Olsen.
    Yeah right. And pigs flied. And the Soul Scorchers were allies with the Hell’s Guardians.
    In other words, I was lying to myself and still craving a bitch who thought I was a dirty, worthless bastard.
    What I needed was a distraction. It was time to make the drive up Highway 101, to our strip joint’s underground club. There I would find a woman, or multiple women, ready and willing to submit to my unconventional demands.
    At least at ‘The Treasure Cove’ , I’d experience the control that seemed to elude me when I was around Olympia Olsen.
    No more games; enough was enough. Somehow, someway, little-miss-perfect-princess would pay for her insolence today.
    Olympia
    I couldn’t believe Boone had up and left without even saying goodbye. Our lunch had been halfway enjoyable, and it seemed like we’d made progress, moving past most of our animosity to a more neutral, friendlier place.
    But in light of his abrupt departure, it appeared I had read more into our interaction. I’d make sure to avoid any liquor consumption tomorrow. Drinking lulled me into experiencing a false sense of security, and I started misreading people’s intentions.
    Adding injury to insult, he hadn’t bothered to clean up the bathroom. It was so messy I was stuck using the guest bathroom down the hallway, which was not just inconvenient, but frustrating. He could have at least left the room functional, so much for professionalism.
    Conner, on the other hand, had done the exact opposite, staying forever, only leaving when I told him I was too exhausted to keep my eyes open.
    After hanging out all afternoon and evening, I couldn’t be more relieved to have him gone. He rarely left work early, and his behavior had been unprecedented. It seemed the green eyed monster was alive and well in my fiancé. I’d had to reassure him several times that I found Boone primitive and boring. After multiple assurances, he had finally relented and apologized for his jealous behavior, citing his love for me was deeper than he’d realized.
    Talk about bewildering, one man running out the door and the other refusing to go without a good solid shove from me.
    I’d never seen Conner insecure, and it wasn’t a good fit for him. Instead of appearing vulnerable and open, his actions today made him seem weak and desperate; two traits I found highly unpleasant. I could never imagine a man like Boone being envious, at least not in a way that made him appear weak.
    Not Boone.
    He was confidence rolled up in a rough and rugged package, dripping with raw masculinity so strong, just looking at him had my knees buckling.
    Adding to my frustration and confusion was the glaring fact I couldn’t eject the image of Boone striding towards me in his clinging boxer briefs. He was seriously packing up front. No Photoshop needed for him. And his backside was just as tempting as the front view. His ass looked hard enough to crack an egg on.
    I snorted. That was quite the vision.
    If those mental pictures weren’t bad enough, I was plagued with a question that I shouldn’t be asking in the first place.
    How would I feel if Boone kissed me?
    I had no doubt it would be panty-melting, not at all like kissing my fiancé. Not that Conner wasn’t skilled when it came to giving pleasure, because, he was. He knew all the right moves, and my body responded; even so, it felt mechanical. For me the passion and the thrill just weren’t there. I wanted my first time to be spectacular, with my body exploding like ‘Fourth of July’ fireworks.
    My future husband would never give me what I craved, and pretending that marriage would solve all our problems, was outright absurd and childish. He’d left a trail of broken hearts behind, before committing to me, but I couldn’t begin to grasp what all his past lovers saw in him that I didn’t. I’d tried to find that same spark and failed.
    In relation to the firework