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“Must be nice,” Hazel said.

“What?”

“You get to feel comfortable.”

“You don’t feel comfortable in that dress?”

“No,” Hazel snapped. “I didn’t want to wear a dress. I mean, I did pick out this dress. Compared to the one my friend wanted me to wear…”

My eyes suddenly blinked a few times.

My brain zapped itself as my cock demanded I ask what kind of dress Hazel was supposed to wear.

How tight? How short? How much leg showing? How much cleavage showing? Her hips… are they even curvier than they look now?

“How about this then…”

I stepped behind Hazel and offered her the suit jacket.

Her size compared to mine meant the suit jacket was the size of a blanket.

I gently placed it over her shoulders and she was suddenly covered up.

“Okay,” she said. “This isn’t all that bad. Thanks.”

“Yours to keep,” I said. “It’s not even my suit jacket. They wanted me to wear a tuxedo. No fucking way I was going to do that.”

“So you’re always like this?” Hazel asked.

“Like what?”

“Mean.”

“Yeah. It’s not a show. This is who I am.”

“Can we have this drink now, Atlas?”

“Sure, love,” I said. “Cheers to both of us. For a fucking crazy night.”

I watched her throw back the shot of whiskey with ease.

Drinking it like water.

Red flag or very sexy?

“Another?” I offered.

“Yes,” she said. “But just one more for me, okay? Don’t try being a douchebag and forcing drinks on me.”

“Never would.”

“Good. Then we’ll get along.”

“I guess we will,” I said, then I sat back down. “Tell me about this friend of yours. She tricked you, huh?”

“How do you know that?”

“I could read it on your face, Hazel. The second your number was called.”

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