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dragon. “In fact, I’ll let you take me someplace. Hell, I’ll even let you bring a weapon.” He smiles widely and his dimple winks at me.
    “A weapons-grade date, huh?” I lean in, amused, only the leaning doesn’t stop until my face ingloriously smacks into his granite-like chest.
    “My eyes are up here,” his voice rumbles through my skull, deep and baritone. There’s a boyish quality about him, and I’m finding it alarmingly attractive. “And if you’re interested, I’ve got a baseball bat in the car I can give you.”
    I straighten at the thought.
    Gah! He’s a freak!
    “What the hell kind of pervert keeps a baseball bat in the trunk of his car? I bet it’s sitting right there next to the duct tape and garbage bags.” Crap. Did I just say that out loud?
    He picks up his beer, and I proceed to swipe it from him and take a nice long swig.
    Tess strides up and snatches the bottle from my hand.
    “ Ally ,” she snipes. “Do not take beverages away from customers. And for God’s sake, try not to get ripped on your very first night.” Tess gives a little bow as she returns the bottle to Mr. Tall, Dark, and I’ve-Got-a-Baseball-Fetish.
    I wave her off and snatch the bottle back. Since when did Tess become a roadblock for liberal inebriation? The occasions might be few and far between for me, but tonight the portal to my sanity is definitely ethanol based.
    She lets out an incredulous breath before scuttling over to her moronic boyfriend. She’s convinced Dell is going to make an honest woman out of her even though she’s clearly aware that he shares the same relationship status with at least six other girls at the club. Dell is the biggest douche she’s ever dated and the scariest as well. He has a reputation for making people disappear: piss him off and your soul becomes eligible for the dimensional relocation program. But those are just rumors, and Tess doesn’t believe a single one of them.
    “So it’s your first night, huh?” The dark-haired god raises his brows as if this new information took the sheen off my metallic panties.
    “Everyone has a first day.” I glance down at my right ankle, and wonder when I wrapped a red bandana around it, only to snap out of my drunken stupor long enough to realize I’ve already managed to rack up a work-related injury. “God, it’s swollen.”
    “Are you okay?” He leans in, and his warm spiced cologne intoxicates me twice as much as the champagne.
    “Actually, I’m Ally,” I say, glancing down at my foot. “It’s just tweaked—I’ll live.”
    “Let me see.” He gets down on one knee like some sort of baseball-bat-wielding Prince Charming and gingerly plucks off my high heel. I’m just one foot rub away from adding “feet” to his growing list of fetishes. Something in me sizzles at his touch, and I’m pretty resigned to the fact I’m about to let him have his way with more than just my foot. “You should probably ice it,” he says, carefully caressing the back of my calf, and a fire rips through me all the way up to my belly. Every inch of my body begs to have his hand ride up a little higher.
    “Ally!” Kit runs over with her curls escaping her bun like little black snakes. She gives me a discreet smile at the quasi-medical attention I’m receiving at the hands of the man with the dragon tattoo. Although judging by those tats, that bad-boy smile, something tells me the medicine he practices is anything but traditional. “Okay. I see you’re in good hands.” She licks her lips after she says it. “Dell said you can take Amy’s spot in ten but if you’re hurt I’ll totally do it.”
    “It’s all you,” I say, plucking off my other heel. “I’ll be sitting out the rest of the night.” And most likely every other night that follows, but I leave that part out.
    She squeezes my hand with excitement before hopping her way back toward the entry. I’m pretty sure Kit just added a heavily inked wannabe med student to her You