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Drunk off the Bartender




Never did I think I'd prefer getting my buzz from the bartender instead of the alcohol he serves.


I've had my eyes set on our clubs bouncer for over a year. I don't think he ever sees it as more than harmless flirting, even though I try so hard to make him see it. To make him see me.

Then the annoying hot bartender I work with continously has to give me his speech about how there are plenty of fish in the sea while constantly reminding me how not to sit on his bar or bring my homemade lube to work. What does he know? After spending one night in Tucker's bed, I realize he apparently knows more than I've ever given him credit for.


Noone gets under my skin more than the adorable little exotic dancer who doesn't know what boundaries are or how to stop going after the wrong guy. After watching his many failed attempts to woo a guy who barely gives him a second glance, I decide to help him find someone else who will sweep him off his feet. Only that someone else isn't supposed to be me.

Drunk off the Bartender
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