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talk myself out of it. For once, I wanted to just do something without thinking about it, without weighing all of the pros and cons. My sister lived her entire life that way, acting without giving any true concern for the consequences. I wanted to have a single night of that freedom.
    I didn't have a particular destination in mind, only that I wasn't going back to Frankie's. The kind of man I was looking for wouldn't be found there. Neither was the experience. I wasn't going to get drunk, but I would take the edge off before I followed through with what I hadn't been able to do before.
    Before the night was over, I fully intended to fuck someone.
    I picked one of the clubs I usually referred patrons to and got inside without a problem. I supposed my outfit had something to do with it. When I'd packed, I'd accidentally grabbed a couple of my sister’s items, including a sexy black dress I'd designed for her. It stopped mid-thigh and showed off the tops of my breasts. It was modest by club standards, but definitely more revealing than most things I owned. The only time I wore clothes like this was when I made them, and even then I tended to stick with the ones that showed less skin.
    Tonight, however, I wanted to show skin because I planned on showing a lot more of it once I found the right guy.
    I ordered a drink and scanned the crowd. A few guys were already checking me out, probably determining whether or not I was waiting for someone or if it was safe to come over. I waited, letting the alcohol make the world pleasantly fuzzy. Then I started to look back. A couple I dismissed immediately. They were already stumbling drunk, which meant they'd be a bad lay, if they could get it up at all. No, if I was going to do this, I wanted to make sure I picked someone who would get the job done.
    And there he was. Tall, broad shoulders, and what I was certain was a fine specimen of a body beneath his clothes. The outfit wasn't expensive like Blayne's, but they were too pricey for some poor college kid. He had dark hair, but the lighting prevented me from seeing if it was brown or black. His eyes were dark too and held enough lust to tell me that getting this guy into bed wouldn’t be a problem.
    I crooked my finger at him, motioning for him to come to me. He smiled as he made his way through the crowd and that solidified my decision. A guy who refused to make the move would've been too arrogant and wouldn’t let me set the rules. I didn't much care who the initiator was sexually, but he needed to be clear on how this was going to work. No strings attached, nothing kinky and I wasn't sticking around for anything extra.
    “I'm Ty,” he said, leaning close enough that I could hear him.
    I opened my mouth and started to give him my name, but changed my mind partway through and Americanized it. “Lizzie.”
    “Can I get you another drink?” He moved even closer, until he was in my personal space. He wasn't touching me, but I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His aftershave was something rich and musky. Not what I'd want to smell all the time, but right now, it was exactly what I wanted.
    I shook my head and put my lips against his ear. “I am not thirsty.” I flicked his earlobe with my tongue. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him swallow hard. “Let us dance.”
    He nodded as I took his hand and led him out onto the dance floor. My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't do this. I never did this. But, I thought as Ty put his hands on my waist, Katka did things like this all the time. All I had to do was behave how I knew she would behave.
    That thought, along with the last of the alcohol working its way through my system, loosened me up enough to let my body move to the music. My hips swayed and when Ty pulled me closer, I let him. Our bodies pressed against each other and, if his movements here were any indication, he would pretty good moving other places too.
    His lips brushed against mine and I turned my head slightly,