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She dipped her head toward Jackson, clearly expecting laughter or some sort of grin at her cleverness. He gave her neither. In fact, he gave me his full attention, smiling broadly when I handed him his drink.
    His friend accepted his with a nod and used his free hand to stroke his buzzed short hair. "You two know each other?" he asked curiously.
    Jackson and I answered simultaneously. My answer was no. His was yes.
    "Right," his friend answered, still smiling. He eased from the couch and beckoned the blonde with his finger. "Let's give them a minute, Shelly."
    I tried to not grin with victory when Shelly's expression went cold, letting him, Jackson, and me know that was the last thing she wanted to do. She didn’t make a scene though, rising without a word. She pulled down her dress an inch and followed Jackson's friend without another word.
    It was just me and him.
    Him with that perfectly messy dark hair and those playful eyes. He patted the seat beside him.
    I wasn't going to make it that easy. I tilted my head toward the hand with the tray. “I'm working.”
    That made him lift his eyebrow with interest. "Is that right?"
    I nodded slowly, knowing that I'd already made up my mind. This time, I was choosing him .
    I rounded the couch, stopping where Shelly had perched, attempting to mark her territory. I didn't perch like I was some groupie, draped on his arm like a beautiful accessory. I stood tall and looked down at the most powerful man in the room.
    His eyes were locked on mine. At first I thought it was because he'd already seen me in all my glory. I had a sneaking suspicion that wasn't it at all. He was trying to get in my head.
    Tough luck. The only plans I had for Jackson Colt involved me getting him back into bed.
    I bent at the waist and brushed my lips against his earlobe, breathing in the smell of him. He smelled warm and masculine and good to the last drop.
    “Come see me at the club later,” I whispered. “Finish what you started.” I took his earlobe between my teeth and tugged. “I dare you.”
    Before he could react, I snapped upright and walked back to where I was before. I didn't even have to look at his crotch to see if my invitation had its intended effect. It was all over his face.
    Hell yes , his gaze answered.

Chapter Three: Jackson
    I 'd left Joe and at the club an hour ago and he was still texting me for an explanation that was meatier than “I've got plans.”
    11:30 PM: (Joe) - Work plans?
    11:31 PM: (Me) - ...
    11:32 PM: (Joe) Nm, I'd know if u had work plans
    I lowered my phone to the seat beside me, hoping the case was closed. I knew it wasn't like me to turn down a night of debauchery and when Joe brought his 'friends,' I knew it meant a group of select, beautiful women who'd garner the kind of social media buzz that I was accustomed to. It was the billionaire high life—bottle service, people trying to snap a picture of you so they could brag to their friends, sexy women in skin tight dresses they were more than happy to remove...
    Joe didn't know that I preferred a night to myself. And if I had an urge for something wet and gorgeous, I preferred the women at The Tower. There was no pretense, no worries about attachment.
    Well, before Sadie.
    Sadie had nuked my covert desires the minute she'd roared back into my life. Or tumbled. She'd been in my head all day, I'd decided that I'd see her again, but when I had time to detach. Time to frame that night in terms of sex only. She was just an escort, I was just a client. I had to teach myself to think about the situation rationally instead of remembering how good it felt to be with a woman who didn't just bat her eyes and ask “how high?” when I said to jump.
    Remembering the way she felt when I touched her drove me mad. She was soft and unyielding in a way that captivated me. For a man that was used to wearing masks, one for the world and one for myself, I was well aware when I was faced with someone of a similar vein. Someone that