*Exclusive sneak peek of my novel SHAMELESS.*
Every student at Shame U has their secrets, and Henley Brooks is no exception. Struggling to pay for college and maintain her perfect reputation has become overwhelming. When her friend Gigi Oxford offe...
We made our way around the building to a little bar on the other side of the main road called Dive Bar as Lucas explained the difference between the bars here and the pubs back in London.
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The place was practically empty, aside from a handful of locals and one table of girls. Lucas held up his thumb and index finger to the bartender to order our beers, and I pulled money out of my pocket to cover it. "What are you doing?" He asked, looking genuinely offended.
"I owe you a drink." I shrugged and sat the money on the bar. He rolled his eyes and held out the beers.
"Can you hold these for a moment?" he asked.
"Sure." I took the drinks from him as he turned back to the bar. He pulled a wad of money from his pocket, peeling off a twenty and set it down. He grabbed my bill and stuck it down the front of my tank top. I was unable to stop him with the beers in my hands. I glared at him, struggling to keep from laughing.
"Now you owe me a lap dance," he replied with a wink.
"I could always pour this beer on you."
"At least we would match," he teased.
"Shit," I muttered looking down at my still damp shirt. I wished I had stopped at my room to change into something else before going out again. "I look ridiculous."
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He leaned in closer, taking his drink from my hand.
"You look beautiful," he whispered into my ear, causing every nerve ending in my body to tingle. I stepped back from him, hating how impossible he was to ignore. I pulled the money from my top and shoved it into my small messenger bag.
"Your little lines won't work on me. I'm immune to your bullshit, remember?"
He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm up for the challenge."
"Yes, because nothing will make a woman swoon harder than telling her she is just a game."
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Yes, you did. Where did you get all of that money from anyway?"
Leaning in close enough for his warm breath top tickle my ear he whispered, "I sell drugs, coke mostly." There wasn't even a hint of a smile on his lips when he pulled back.
