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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄
𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖
The music pulsed through the crowded bar, a rhythmic beat that made it impossible to stand still. Nikki and I were in our element, dancing in the middle of the bar, surrounded by the buzz of laughter and clinking glasses. I threw my head back, letting the music wash over me, but my gaze kept drifting to the guy in the black cowboy hat at the bar.
"I'm going to get a drink," I yelled over the music, barely reaching Nikki.
Nikki smirked, her body moving effortlessly to the beat.
"Finally going to talk to that cowboy at the end of the bar, huh?" she yelled.
I rolled my eyes but couldn't resist a glance in his direction. He had dark brown hair, jeans, and a short-sleeve black shirt that clung to his muscular frame. He took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving me. Something about his gaze, the way it seemed to sear into my skin, made my heart race.
It had been five years since Raphael left, and I hadn't let another guy get close since. Nikki had tried setting me up, but I was cautious, constantly wary of their intentions. Most guys just wanted to get into my pants or work their way into my dad's good graces.
"So, will you ignore this one too?" Nikki asked, her tone teasing.
I shrugged, playing it cool. "Maybe."
"Willow, you're twenty-two," Nikki said, exasperated. "How about, for once, you try a one-night stand?" She raised an eyebrow at me. "It's wonderful. Meet a guy in a bar, flirt, have sex, and leave in the morning. No strings attached."
"I know what a one-night stand is, Nikki," I said, rolling my eyes.
"So, are you going to or not?" Nikki pressed. "Because I think someone else has her sights set on him, too," she added, nodding over my shoulder.
I turned to see a blonde with teased hair and barely-there booty shorts heading for the bar.
Something inside me snapped, and before I knew it, my feet moved.
I stormed over, sliding between the guy and the blonde as she reached him. He raised his brows in surprise as I grabbed his drink and downed it, then plucked his black cowboy hat off his head and placed it on mine.
"Rude," the blonde muttered.
I ignored her, locking eyes with him.
"Ask me to dance?" I challenged.
He leaned in, a smirk playing on his lips. "Excuse me?"
"I know you heard me, cowboy," I said, glancing around the bar. Guys were trying—and failing—to discreetly check me out in my short green dress. "I'm sure if you don't, someone else will. So now's your chance."
