"Do you want to break?" Mason asked as he stepped into my line of sight.

I blinked his warm smile into focus. Could he tell my heart was hammering like a freight train?

"I-" Umm. "Sure. I just need to use the restroom first." I handed him my cue stick, jumping when our fingers touched because every nerve ending in my body had come to life.

"No problem. It's just around the bar to the left."

I mumbled a thank you and hurried through the crowd, passing Ethan who didn't bother to lift his head to look at me, and into a long, dimly lit hallway.

I glanced over my shoulder to see if he was following, and when I saw no sign of him, I pushed through the door of the woman's bathroom.

What the heck was I doing?

I paced the room for a second, internally scolding myself before stopping in front of the mirror. My hair was piled high and my make-up was innocent pinks with rosy lips. While my outfit didn't scream sex, it was definitely sexy. The combination worked, but I didn't look like me and I definitely wasn't acting like me.

Who was this girl?

I shook my head. I wasn't going to jump just because Ethan York told me to. I pushed back through the door and was immediately yanked across the hall into a dark office.

The door clicked shut.

"Don't tell me you're on your first date too Eve? This must be an awfully big week for you." He turned to look at me, his glare still very much prominent.

"You're being cruel. What happened to the nice guy I met at dinner? Or even the guy who gave me his coat when I was cold?"

"I told you I wasn't nice, Eve." He stalked closer.

"Why do you say my name like that?"

He smiled, but it wasn't friendly. "Does it make you uncomfortable?"

I slowly retreated until my back touched a desk that was cluttered with stacks of paper.

"Are you going to kiss Mason goodnight? Or do you only kiss strangers little Eve?"

"I - I don't really think it's any of you business," I said. Trying to sound firm.

He stalked forward until he was towering over me. "You have two options here. You can run back to Mason-" He pointed in his general direction. "-and you and I will be done with our game."

He leaned down, putting his hands on the desk - trapping me between them. "Or you can touch me, then go back to the golden boy, and we can continue."

His eyes were nearly black, swallowed in the darkness, and he was so close, I could practically taste his scent. Something earthy and wild that reminded me of the forrest back home.

He whispered in my ear stirring the small hairs around my neck. "Choose Eve."

What did I want? I wasn't sure yet, but I knew I couldn't risk this- whatever this was - ending. Amy was right, since he stepped into my life... I felt alive.

I reached up, hesitantly running my fingers along the column of his throat. Tracing the swirling lines of black and red ink. Feeling it flex as he swallowed. Then my hand continued up his jaw and into his hair. I tugged. Hard.

"More," he barked.

I should walk out of here. End whatever this was that surely wasn't healthy. Instead, I leaned up, kissing his chin then briefly touching my lips to his, my tongue darting out to taste the lingering bourbon.

My mouth watered. That one taste, like a drug.

We ignited at the same time, deepening the kiss until something hot and fluid rushed through my core making me feel wet. He swept his arm behind me, scattering the stacks of paper and lifted me up while pushing himself closer.

His body pressed against the zipper of my jeans and I almost screamed.

"Shh," he whispered. "It gets even better."

He took a step back, out of my grasp.

"Enjoy the rest of your date."

And then he was gone.

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