The Playgirl by Mandi Leigh Austin

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bewildered. Mason just ke

's a se

you mean you k

son wanted people to know. He must've picked up on my

woke up this morning?" he asked wit

pped open and Eva

y the night. I don't

us as we spoke like she w

ere still in my bed; then you thought yo

just don't stay the night. So, when I w

the hot guy from last ni

eye roll. Ugh, tha

ow at me, giving me t

d to change the subject. "Uh, yeah. Now,

night with this 'hot guy' over here," Evan teased as h

n ran his fingers through his

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s from Evan and Katie. When it came time to pay the bill, Mason scooped

u didn't have to d

t me. "Oh, but

re. He was using my words from l

ed slightly. He k

We should all go for a few drinks. They have k

.," I roll

Mason asked

ever gets the least amount of applause, buys a round of drinks and has to chug theirs; then, blindly

se. Will we all have to pa

e else had a chance. "Ye

lared

what you get for te

e bar. As we walked, Mason put his hand on th

ablaze. I just wanted to jump him right t

on'

ng, 'What's Love Got To Do With It' by Tina Turner, as her blind selection song, due

long in the seat next to me. I co

outgoing, smart, daring, spontaneous and not to mention, a knoc

gled, as she caught

jamming out in you

our turn next and you're not gonna think

at her.

help it. I was drawn to her. I leaned forward and pressed my lips

ps before she turned her attention to the playbook.

led. "R

ilish grin. "What

a way of challenging me. I