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committed to the life I desperately wanted to escape.
    “I take your silence as a no?” The disappointment in his voice was visceral.
    “Let me get some things in order and we’ll meet up, yeah?”
    “Sure thing, darling. Call me if you need anything.”
    “All right, talk to you soon.” I knew he wouldn’t say bye in return, so I hung up first.
    I laid back on the pale yellow pillow behind me, suddenly feeling a little trapped. If Connor had found out I was already home, it would only be a matter of time before Don came around. Perfect.
    Following Jade’s directions through text, I pulled into the back parking lot of the bar once I spotted it. The neighborhood was full of new, hot and trendy shops and restaurants, bursting with people. It seemed like every establishment had customers coming in and out.
    I parked the Frog in the small space designated for motorcycles. Hopping off, I tugged and slipped off my riding gear before putting it all inside the backpack I always carried. Blush was located on the corner of the street, a prime bar location. A line of black floor to ceiling windows covered the side of the building that looked out onto the busy street. Above the front door, in typewriter lettering, read Blush .
    I pulled on the straps of my backpack before giving myself a small pep talk. The sign on the door said they were closed, but Jade warned me beforehand. She said the door would be unlocked and assured me her boss would be waiting.
    Inside, the room was warm and sensual with wine-red colored walls. I stood back, taking in the dark stained slab of wood that stretched from the front of the room all the way to the back, where it stopped a couple of feet away from a set of bright blue swinging doors I assumed went into the kitchen.
    The main dining room area had metallic, square tables and chairs randomly placed throughout the concrete floor. It was clear people didn’t come to eat but to drink. On the opposite side of the bar was an empty space used for dancing, and toward the back corner was a small hallway. The contrast of the silver tables and the warmth of the wood made the place look modern, but traditional at the same time. It seemed like the bar had an identity crisis, but it made sense in a way.
    As I explored the room, the swinging doors flew open and two men walked through them. One I presumed was the deliveryman, on account of his uniform, and the other held a clipboard. He had his head down as he read and signed paperwork. He was tall with thick brawny arms that were covered in vivid tattoos. He wore a white V-cut shirt, which showed off the ink on his chest, the vibrant colors popping against the unblemished umber color of his skin. His hair was a murky chestnut.
    As he signed the papers, two strands of shiny hair fell softly over his forehead. Handing the clipboard to the delivery guy, he lifted his head and locked eyes with me. They were the color of warm chocolate, and my breath escaped me, but it wasn’t until he smiled that I nearly fell apart. He had dimples. Like deep pour-some-whisky-inside-and-suck-them-dry dimples. When his gaze shamelessly traveled down my body, I snapped out of whatever stupor I was under. Lord, protect my ovaries from this man.
    “Hi, I’m Billie. I’m a friend of Jade’s.” I walked closer to him, extending my hand. “You must be Christian.” Without a second of hesitation, he took my hand.
    “You’re hired,” he said, still smiling. I was caught off-guard by this directness, and laughed.
    “What if I was a thief or just plain bad at the job?”
    He shook his head, still smirking. “Wouldn’t care. With a face and a voice like that, there’s no way you wouldn’t make me money.”
    I wasn’t sure why, but I felt my face flush a little. “Are you always so frank? Aren’t you afraid of a sexual harassment lawsuit?” I tried to sound serious, but failed miserably. My cheeks were starting to burn from the excessive smiling.
    “Are you going to sue