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demands everyone’s attention while assaulting their ears with her incredibly off pitch, and almost queasy rendition of the song. She’s perfect and I adore her.
    Maggie giggles. “Max, you never told me your sister was funny.”
    “I didn’t know,” Max mumbles. He’s looking at me strangely. I wonder what he’s thinking about. There is a round of drinks on the table and Max grabs a beer, chugging it like it’s water.
    “Geesh, Max, slow down,” Dashawn scolds. “Your date isn’t even here yet.” Wow, Dashawn has a sexy, deep voice. There’s a little bit of southern twang in it—just enough to make me believe he has a tiny accent hidden deep down inside of him.
    “So, Everly, how long you in town for?” Maggie asks, diverting my attention away from her boyfriend.
    “This weekend, but I graduate in a month and plan on moving back home. I miss it here. I gotta find a job, though, which sucks.”
    “What’s your major?” Dashawn asks.
    “Business, I’m not sure where I’m going to take that either.”
    Dashawn’s face lights up. “Max, you didn’t tell her?”
    “Tell me what?” I question while taking a sip of my drink. Maggie bought me a margarita. I must thank her for that later on. I notice that she keeps looking around the bar. I despise being the third wheel, hopefully, Max’s date will get here soon.
    Maybe I can find someone to keep me company. Most of the people here aren’t very attractive. If this were a club, half these people wouldn’t be able to get in. Nevertheless, I scan the crowd. I almost give up my search for a worthy companion until my eyes meet his.
    Across the room, sitting in a booth with a couple friends is quite possibly the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. He has a boyish look to him. Sandy blonde hair dangles into the most gorgeous teal-colored eyes I’ve ever seen. A light blue t-shirt cuddles each muscle across his torso. He’s not as ripped as my brother, but those arms should be bronzed and hung on my wall—they’re that hot. He smiles at me from across the room. Oh my god that smile! It’s an instant vagina wetter. He winks at me and I find myself blushing. Holy shit! God, I hope he has an accent .
    “I’m getting my own gym. I asked Max here to be my partner. We’re looking for a business manager.” Dashawn’s voice interrupts the eye-fucking I’m doing of the blonde dreamboat across the bar, and it takes me a few seconds to process what he’s saying. Max is opening a gym? I’m looking for a job . . . this couldn’t be any more perfect.
    “No shit? Max, why didn’t you tell me?” I yell. My karaoke goddess finishes her song and is replaced by an older gentleman with a pretty wicked beard. He starts singing some old school song—one I don’t know the name of but have heard before.
    “I haven’t decided yet,” Max says, motioning for another beer. The waitress brings him his drink, and he starts gulping it down just like the first one. Mr. Killer Smile is staring at me again; I feel my cheeks warming even more. His sexiness is so distracting. I must divert my eyes from this fascinating sex god. It’s time to focus on establishing a career for myself.
    “Well, I’m deciding for you. He’s in. I’m applying for your business management position. I’m organized and driven. I’m also dedicated to fitness, if you couldn’t tell. I have HR experience working for a small trucking company. If you need someone to pay your employees, I’m your girl!” I suddenly sound like I’m in the middle of a job interview, but I don’t care. Right now, I need this job.
    “You’re hired,” Dashawn exclaims excitedly.
    “Wait, don’t I get a say in this? There’s no way I want to work with her scrawny ass every day,” Max grumbles.
    I’m not scrawny and he knows it.
    “You don’t have a choice. I’m perfect for the position!” Max must see my line of vision because he turns his head and glares at my sex candy. A look of recognition flashes in my