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hot guy in a bathroom! Though I have no data to support that, I’m reasonably confident that no Stone has ever done this in a bathroom. His arms were around me, pulling me closer. I had one hand on his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart. With my other, I had captured his neck. If I had my way, it would have gone on and on. Then...I remembered where we were and who he was. “You’re going to get fired,” I murmured against his lips while our tongues battled.
    “They can’t fire me, I turned in my notice two weeks ago. This is my last night. I’m off at 10pm.” He paused and pulled back just far enough for us to stare into one another’s eyes. His look was so intense that it knocked the wind out of me. “I’m trying to distract you until then by holding you hostage with your phone.” He kissed down my neck before popping up to look at me once more. “How’m I doing?”
    “Eh,” I joked. “What time is it?”
    “Just after 8pm,” he answered against my throat, where he was kissing and licking, nibbling and teasing. Damn, this man was good.

    “Crap. Two more hours of this?” Pushing him back, I stared into his eyes. “I need my phone.”

    Standing up, he took my hands in his, held them there and just looked at them for a moment. “Well, doll. You know what to do…” With that, he lead me out of the bathroom, back to the bar, directly to my waiting stool. Sitting there, I watched him, wondering what he would do next. As soon as he stood before me, he spoke. “I think we need to raise the ante on this game. No more Cosmos for you. Shots.”

    Gazing at him calmly, I asked, “Are you trying to get me drunk again? You know, if you want me to come home with you, you could just ask.” At the moment, I have no idea where that came from, what made me say that. Wyatt was not for me. He wasn’t my type in the least. How could I ever bring him home to meet the family? Only once I spoke those words, I realized I meant them. I wanted a second chance at going home with him.
    “You mean it, doll?” He looked almost hopeful.
    Nodding, I assured him. “Yeah. I do. Only, no shots. I want to remember everything, no blackouts.” I studied his reaction before I spoke once more. “Now, let me win back my phone.”

    Shock. That’s how I would describe the look on his face. Or maybe it was more like...pleasantly surprised, because when we finally started speaking again, he was relaxed and controlled again. “Where were we?”

    “I think we had just established my sordid past and utter lack of experience,” I said sarcastically.
    “Ah, yes,” he said as he tapped his finger on the counter. “Now, why is this experience so important to you?”
    Confused, I tried to decide how to answer that. “I want this column so badly…” I shrugged. “It’s expected that I do something with my degree and fast. Stones aren’t burdens on society…” My voice trailed off.

    “So, you are battling a lifetime of expectations and family lectures about your station in life?” He smirked. “I know a little something about that.”
    Obviously, I let that go because...how could he possibly? Oh, but the house. “Who does the garage belong to...the one you live above?” Then I leaned over and waited patiently for a response.

    “Ah, that inquiring mind. You don’t need a sex column; you need to be an investigative reporter.” He laughed. “Yeah, it’s my parents’.” He wiped down the bar before adding to it. “I’m an Evans.” Then he winked at me.

    Apparently I was supposed to know what that meant and because of it, who he was. What I gathered was that it was like being a Stone. My heart went out to him. “So, you understand the dangers of not living up to expectations. Please understand, I don’t look at this column as anything more than a stepping stone in my career. I’m not sure where I want to take the degree, but I love writing. I love helping people. This meets all those criteria.”

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