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softly that I know he doesn't believe me. I don't even believe me. Why would it be so bad? Because you are not one of those girls.  You will get your heart smashed to pieces, Harper Troy . 
    He gives me the knowing smile and that fucking sexy wink again before h e turns to walk out the door. I have to lean against the bar for ten minutes before I think I can stand on my own.  Goddammit, why does he have to be such a man whore? I would consider a romp with him if I knew that he hadn't already slept with at least two women this week alone. 
    Liam doesn't mak e another appearance that night. Monica calls in sick. I feel jealously in the pit of my stomach at the thought of them being together.  God, I hate this. How can I be jealous, why am I jealous ?
    The night goes well. It's busy so my 20% comes up to $700. I can actually go to the grocery store and buy food that doesn't require to just add hot water. Even though the late nights are going to take some time to get used to, I think that I can have money saved up in no time. I'll need it for vet school. That is if I get accepted into one of the limited work study slots. My advisor thinks it won't be a problem if I keep my grades up, so no matter what, school has to take priority.
    I get the next two nights off. W hich I think is Matty's way of punishing me, not letting me work the two busiest nights of the week. However, John tells me to enjoy the weekend because he is scheduling me the next three Friday and Saturday nights. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Chapter 7
     
     
    I call Tara to see if she wants to go clubbing. She's been asking me almost every night for a month. I owe my girl a night out.
    Tara jumps at the chance to go clubbing and I wear my favorite black dress. It is longer than the skirts that I wear to work, but not much. It is a tight dress with spaghetti straps.  It's simple and sexy. I don't know if it is because I have been around the Italian sex god, but I've been feeling extremely, well, horny. All I know is that I want to get my drink on and dance the night away.
    We go to one of the upscale clubs downtown. Even though there is line down the block, all we have to do is walk up to the bouncers and flash them our smiles. They've always let us right in.  Pretty girls always get to the front of the line, because clubs want the pretty girls in black dresses and fuck me heels in their clubs. It draws in a higher standard of men; men that pay more and buy lots of expensive drinks. I'm not saying I'm proud of how we get into the nicer clubs in Chicago, it is just part of the game and we play it.
    The club is loud, the dance floor is hopping. Tara and I usually get a couple of drinks in us and scope out the place before we start dancing. 
    "Let's go up there ," Tara says pointing to the second level, which is a catwalk type level with booths that line the back. Up there you could really scope out the whole club. I shrug, sure, why not. We head for the stairs, but are stopped by a bouncer who tells us it's only for VIPs. Showing him our best pouty face he just says, "Sorry girls," and shakes his head.  
    We are just about to turn away to go find a table on the main floor when we hear someone yell. "Gino, let them up." I look up at the familiar voice. There is none other than Liam, standing about half way up the stairs. Oh for crying out loud!
    H e stands there, not in his usual suit, but casual in blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt with his tan muscular arms bulging at the hem. It looks like his sleeves are cutting into his massive arms. 
    "That's ok ay, Mr. Tarseta, we'll just find a seat down here," I yell up at him. 
    " Harper, get your ass up here," he yells back, sternly ordering me. I'm pissed at the order, but goddamn turned on at the same time. Just when I think I am going to walk away showing him my middle finger, Tara squeals and bounds up the stairs. 
    As she passes L iam, he nods at her with a smile. I start up the stairs