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anyone out of that hole.  Two hundred bucks. That s the going rate for a standard
breakup, so I don t feel too bad asking.  If he wants, I can cut him a deal. Two hundred
for the breakup, and fifty to land a new skirt in his lap. That s a savings of over a hundred
dollars. If he s smart, he ll take it.
 He ll take it. Pen that masterpiece by tomorrow afternoon, and he ll be ready to hit a
few parties with you by nightfall.
 It takes a week. I don t do turnarounds. It s bad taste. Tell him to visit his
grandmother. Jack off in the shower for seven days straight. I don t care what he does as
long as he avoids the radar.
Jared gives a reluctant thumbs up and takes off.
Rex comes over, and Jet and I offer up a round of high fives.  We re not worthy.
 Shut up. He s wearing his signature ear-to-ear boy next-door dirty grin, eyeing the
cheerleaders like they are candy. And to him they are. He can have a bite out of any one
of those girls if he chooses, and on most nights he chooses.  What s going on? Is Jet
getting laid tonight? I know you re not.
 I am getting laid. Jet nods over at a group of long-legged heavily bronzed brunettes.
They still have the kiss of summer on their faces, heavily tanned, glittering hair from all
the chlorinated highlights.  I m thinking the one with the bungee cords wrapped up to her
thighs.
 Dude, they re laces. I inspect her further.  She s hot. But she knows it. I d wait until
she downs a few more beers. You ll look a hell of lot more like her type at that point.
 You wish. I m going in sober, and so will she. Jet heads over, flipping us the bird as
he takes off. It takes less than ten seconds for him to separate his intended victim from
her group with a drugged smile on her face. I may be good, but Jet has always been the
master.
 One down. Rex looks ahead intensely, and I follow his gaze to a familiar group of
ponytail wearing beauties, one of which is Piper. My stomach bites with heat with just
one look. A few of the girls shift, and I spot the idiot she s looking up at Winston. His
hand sits in the hollow of her back, definitely a comfortable move. Everyone knows you
don t initiate that kind of contact unless you feel as if you ve long surpassed the friend
zone.
 Winston. I shake my head at the surly sight.
 You think she ll bite his hand off? Rex takes a quick swig of his drink.  That s the
exact reason I don t date crazy chicks. There s not enough insurance in the world to
protect my limbs my dick included, from that kind of insanity.
 Would you shut up? There s nothing wrong with her. She s been hurt.
 Defensive, are we? Things moving along for you two?
 Very well, thank you for asking. In fact, I had her lying on top of me naked this
afternoon with her tongue down my throat.
 No shit? He leans in as if inspecting her for horns and a tail.  Then why the hell are
you letting that asshole get in on it? Go over there, and don t let me see your face until
you ve scored a touchdown. Jet is serious as shit. You get six grand out of the deal. I
don t see him waving that wad of dollars in my direction.
 He d take a loss to you. I watch as Winston rides his hand up and down Piper s back,
making her laugh over whatever stupid shit is coming from his mouth.  He ll take a loss to
me, too.
 Yeah? When is that going to happen? After the preppy has his way with her? Ten
bucks says he s going to finger her before the night is over.
 Would you shut the hell up? He s not touching her like that anyway. She s just being
nice to him because she has to. She wants in on Alpha Chi so bad she doesn t mind a
conversation or two with that walking pop-up collar.
 It s going to suck for him once he realizes it. He looks pretty convinced he s got this
one in the bag.
 He doesn t.
Winston wraps his other hand around her back. It looks as if they re slow dancing,
having a moment, and she s not fighting him off like he was an attacker.
He doesn t have this in the bag.
Does he?
The week starts off great with Piper coming over after our time at the office, and on
Wednesday I cook us up a five-star feast of frozen waffles and bacon. I offered to take
her to dinner, but she swears she d rather eat at my place.
 You mind if I turn the channel? she asks.
 Go ahead. I m not watching anything. I just turned it on.
 Just making sure. It s wrestling or some shit. You boys and your fascination of
watching two grown men rubbing each other down with lube I don t get it.
I peer over at the screen.  That s an MMA fight, sweetie. Those boys are out for blood
and balls  I look to her, and the spatula nearly drops from my hand. Piper never wanted
my permission to turn the channel. She was merely trying to get me to acknowledge the
fact she s stripped off her T-shirt and sprawled over my sofa in a pair of skintight jeans
and an emerald green bra.
 Holy shit. I switch off the stove and bring the plate of bacon over to her.  I may
have forgotten to tell you, but I m allergic to the color green. I slide in next to her and
pull her onto my lap.
 Oh? She flirts mercilessly with those iconic thick lashes that have been whipping me
into submission from the get-go.  I d hate to induce an allergy attack. Why don t I just
take this off?
 Nope. I reach back and land my fingers over the clasp.  That s my job. My gut says
take it slow with Piper, but I ve been craving that body since she first held it against me.
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