Hello sexy people,

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-Warning-

Not suitable for all readers.

Bella-

I tossed a manuscript to the corner of my desk. If I had to read one more boring-ass story, I might just go out on that ledge and leap into New York City. I know I sound completely ungrateful but that couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth.

The simple fact was, I was bored. Bored with work, bored with Mike—Mike. Ick. Just the thought of the guy I'd been seeing for the last three months made my stomach crawl. Why? I have no fucking idea. The truth was everything had become so mundane.

It was all the same. All of it. I read the same romance stories day in and day out, with absolutely no originality. I went home, had dinner, and went to bed. Twice a week I met Mike for cocktails, we had boring sex, and then, I went home.

There was nothing new. Nothing exciting. Nothing special.

Huffing I sat back in my chair and swung it to look out over the city. There were over six million people in this city, and something was always happening—just not to me.

I was an ungrateful shrew. How many people would kill to be in my shoes? I had an amazing career, a handsome boyfriend, and everything a twenty-five-year-old could dream of. And it was all just so fucking blah.

I didn't even know what I was expecting to happen. What did I want to happen? Anything that made my pulse leap. Anything to remind me I was a flesh and blood woman. Anything that would turn my blood to lava in my veins.

Really, anything.

Careful not to mar my eye makeup, I turned back to my desk and collected my purse. Tucking them strap over my shoulder, I left my chair and pushed it beneath the desk before making my way to the door.

"Are you headed home?" Alice wanted to know, pushing free from the counter where she'd been leaning over talking to Sandra, the secretary, and the office gossip.

"Yeah, I've had enough of this place for the day. I might head to the park for a bit … might stop by and get a coffee first."

"You should come to The Dead Rabbit for a drink or two," she offered with a wiggle of her perfectly arched brows. "They have a hot bartender I'm dying to get to know better."

It was on the tip of my tongue to refuse. Then my predicament came to mind. If you wanted something exciting to happen, sometimes you had to step out of the ordinary. Tucking a long strand of hair over my shoulder, I shrugged, "Sure, why not? I've heard great things about the bar. I could use a night out."

"You coming, Sandra?" Alice hurried to her desk, grabbing her cell and purse from the mahogany top. "I think Joel is working tonight."

"He's been a dick lately," Sandra stated, shaking her head. "I'm going to let him sweat it out for a couple of days."

"Okay, text me if you change your mind," the petite brunette said, waving at the secretary as we headed for the elevator. When we stepped inside, she turned to me. "Want to borrow my lip gloss? You have amazing lips, and the shimmer in this gloss will plump them right up."

I wasn't in the habit of using other people's makeup, scrunching my nose, I waved it off. "I have lipstick in my purse." Glancing in the brass panel next to the door, I puckered my lips. "I like this brick color. It pops against my skin. Adds a little color."

"True," she nodded, unbuttoning her top and shrugging out of the material, leaving her wearing a simple black tank that just happened to match her thigh-high boots.

See. Why didn't I think of that? Wearing another outfit under my clothes—something sexy—fearless. I made a mental note to think outside the box.

Anything that would spice up my life. Anything.

Twenty minutes later we walked into The Dead Rabbit. The place was dimly lit just like any other bar, jazz played from the speakers in the corner and a rather handsome man looked up from the bar.

"Hey, Jasper, I was hoping you were working tonight. Can you make me a dry martini and my friend will have …?"

"Blue Agave Sour, please." Looking around the vacant bar, I slipped on the stool next to Alice, letting my wandering eye slip to Jasper's ass as he leaned down to retrieve the alcohol.

It was easy to see what Alice saw. His ass was on point, and I didn't make a habit of asses. They were just something I wasn't into. I preferred an amazing chest, a sprinkling of hair in all the right places. A sexy smile, and beautiful eyes … not that Jasper didn't have those things. He actually had pale icy eyes, a hot goatee framing full kissable lips. Yet as attractive as he was, it was still a blah for me.

Gnawing my lip in frustration, I glanced at the mirror, my eyes colliding with a deeper, more compelling blue pair.

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