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giggling and wiggling for him, she secretly wanted to puke and slam the bimbo’s head off the pool table. Then she realized the pool table didn’t need an extra dent in the felt. It was a scene she had witnessed too many times from the outside window as she walked into the building. Each time it got harder to walk in. She never understood why, when he noticed her there, he seemed to push away whichever girl of the day it was that hung on him, in favor of being alone in her presence.
    If they resisted and tried to recapture his attention, he just ignored the advances. It had always been the same, every time she walked in. He’d smile and watch her with intent eyes and ignore every other woman there. Why? Raeve knew he was desired by others, had heard it more times than she cared to admit, and each time it grated on her the way the other girls spoke of him. Wondering how amazing the sex with him would be or what kind of woman he preferred in bed. It sickened her to hear it. Each one took turns trying to seduce him and claim him as their mate. Each time Raeve heard the latest rumor of who was with him, it stabbed another hole in her heart. She didn’t understand why it bothered her. He hadn’t made any overt advances to her. She hadn’t heard from anyone in the surrounding crowd that he was interested in her, and still she hoped without reason that he had an eye for her. However, the sad truth was, Aidan wasn’t hers and she honestly believed he never would be.
    She knew she wasn’t the prettiest, by far. Years of a less than desirable life had taken its toll on her. Scars decorated not only her heart and soul, but her skin as well. Raeve didn’t exude confidence like the others, she didn’t care for showing off to impress the local males, and hell, most of her guy friends treated her as if she was just one of the guys. She remained laid back and didn’t bother with the cattiness of popularity. Money was something she lacked as well, except for what she earned working herself to near exhaustion on a regular basis. No, she didn’t consider herself an ideal mate. Especially not for Aidan, yet every time he looked at her or spoke to her, her heart tripped over itself, and she flushed a deeper shade of pink, while her heart pounded against the confines of her chest.
    His deep voice, even when spoken in a whisper rumbled through her like a herd of stampeding bulls as the words spilled out of his supple lips. How she longed to taste them and feel them brush over hers before he sank into the depths of her mouth. Raeve found herself wondering how strong his soft hands would feel raking through her long dark hair, and down her back. Aidan crushing her against his hard body as he kissed her senselessly, before looking deeply into her eyes and telling her he wanted her above all others. It was a stupid dream, nonsensical at best, yet she longed to be something more than just friends.
    Fretting about her clothes, Raeve pulled her shoulders back, sucked in a deep breath, and resigned herself to the inevitable truth. She wanted him, and she needed to know if she stood a snowball’s chance in Hell with him. The night was just getting started for her, and she had a feeling it was going to be another long night of nerves clawing up her insides.
     
    Stone Temple Pilots blared from the jukebox as Raeve entered through the heavy wood doors. She was assaulted with loud voices, people shouting out hellos, the normal crowd standing perched at their usual tables, and friendly faces smiling as she walked past. The heat of his stare burned her alive as she stepped further into the room. Coyly she slid a sideways glance over her shoulder to see him standing there, rigid, his impossibly adorable impish grin splashed across his chiseled features. Her gaze locked with his, and damned if she could break away from the heat of his gaze. He took her breath away, but something seemed different this time. His gentle stare toiled with a haunted secret