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shots of Patron and patted Layla on the leg.   “Your wish is my command.”  
    The tempo of the music picked up and Layla swayed in her seat.   The shots had gone to her head.  Kevin grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. 
    “You look like you just lost your best friend.   You can consider me your new one.” Laughing, Kevin pulled her close and ground against her. 
    She glanced at Ryan.  She had no right to be jealous but that didn’t stop her from fuming.  He was still sitting at the bar with the brunette that she now hated with a passion.  The woman was practically in his lap.  Fine!  Two could play at this game. 
    She turned her bac k toward Kevin and arched into him.  His hands grabbed her hips and swayed against her.  She looked over her shoulder and laughed as Kevin winked at her. 
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    Oblivious to the amount of time he had spent at the bar, Ryan looked up and noticed Layla was no longer sitting with his friends.  His companion ran her hand up his leg and he shuttered as she touched the top of his thigh.  She purred and he held her hand still.  He was weak.  He knew that.  His breathing was staggered and he knew he had to walk away before he did something he regretted. There were women all over the bar but only one of them had made her way into his playboy heart.
    He scanned the dance floor and found her in the arms of his best friend from work.   He growled low in his throat.  They were sweating, as if they had been dancing a long time.  Her hands were wrapped around his neck and they were both laughing.  He watched her arch into him.  He watched her flushed face smile at Kevin.   
    Kevin was no saint.   Ryan had spent countless nights with him, bedding anything that moved.  They were single and free and lived every night to the fullest.  They were one in the same.  He couldn’t sit idly by as Kevin ran his hands up and down her body.  His hands curled into fists and he pounded the bar.  His drinking companion jumped as he got up.  
    Stomping onto the dance floor, he grabbed Layla’s arm.   She tried to focus on his face but lost her balance.  She giggled and reached for Kevin to steady her.  “How much have you had to drink?”  His eyes were blazing. 
    “A lot.   And stop looking at me that way.  You were having your fun with that slut up at the bar so gorgeous Kevin decided to help me have some fun too.”  She hiccupped and giggled again. 
    “Bro, how much did you give her to drink?”   He shoved Kevin away lightly and waited for his response. 
    “No idea dude.   We’ve been hitting the Patron.  Now if you don’t mind, I would like to get back to dancing with the most beautiful woman in the club.”  Kevin grabbed for Layla’s arm but Ryan pushed him away. 
    “Over my dead body, Merck.”   Pulling Layla from the dance floor, Ryan led her to a group of couches in a dark corner of the club.  “Sit,” he demanded. 
    Layla plopped down on the cushions and stretched.   Ryan sat down and pulled her into his lap.  “Let me explain one thing to you.  I’m going to explain it only once.  I want you Layla.  And I know damn well you want me too.  And until we both decide we don’t, I expect you to keep your hands off my friends.” 
    That sobered her up quickly.   She stood up and looked him in the eyes.  “This is not a relationship, West.  You said so yourself that day in my bedroom.  You wanted friends with benefits.  No strings attached.  You don’t get to sit with some other woman and grope her while I look on.  You have your fun and I will have mine.  If our paths cross, then great.  But you will not now nor will you ever boss me around.  Are we clear?” 
    Layla straightened her shirt, walked to the dance floor and pulled Kevin in close.
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    Ryan awoke early the next morning.   His head pounded from his late night drinking binge after Layla had left him at the club.  He brushed his teeth and threw on