Chapter 1

The day my grad school entrance exam was over, Emily dragged me out to the Foxhole Pub for a night out.

The next morning, I woke up to find that the 6’1" guy I slept with was actually the librarian at NYU!

At first, I thought I’d hit the jackpot with a hot guy.

But later, when he pinned me to the bed and rasped, "Rachel, be good... one more time," I realized this man had planned it all along.

The day my grad school entrance exam ended, Emily practically dragged me out to the Foxhole Pub. After 168 days of suffering through test prep, I put on the most daring mini-skirt I owned. Paired with my killer curves and my innocent face, the contrast was irresistible.

Heh, the guys at the bar won’t know what hit them!

It was my first time drinking, and to be honest, the taste was worse than I imagined—like horse piss.

I thought I could handle at least three drinks, but one shot in, I couldn’t even tell which way was up.

Emily and the other girls had gone off to flirt with some younger guys, leaving me at the bar. A guy at the next table bought me a drink. Not knowing the bar etiquette, I sipped a little, and he smiled and left. Whatever—I had to pee!

While washing my hands, a ridiculously handsome guy walked in. I stared at him in the mirror, wide-eyed. Oh my god, he’s gorgeous! My love-at-first-sight radar was going off the charts.

He glanced at me, surprised, as he was about to dry his hands. And then... I somehow ended up throwing myself at him, completely wasted.

He probably had a cleanliness issue because he tried to push me off. But I clung to him like a koala—no way I was letting go of this hot, clean-cut guy!

He looked at me with a resigned expression and asked, "What are you doing here?"

I grinned and said, "Haha, just looking for a guy with an eight-pack who knows how to handle things." I couldn’t help but run my fingers along his smooth, perfect skin. It was so soft—I was in love.

Heh heh...

This guy smelled so good...

But suddenly, I felt like I was going to throw up.

I hadn’t realized that one drink could hit me so hard. And then... yep, I vomited. All over his pristine white shirt.

Without a word, he took me back to his place. The second we got in, he threw me on the couch and went to shower and change. Still dazed and overheated, I stripped off some clothes and followed him into the bathroom.

When he saw me coming, wrapped in a towel, he jumped. "Don’t come any closer."

I was already eyeing his abs. Damn, that body was to die for.

In real life, I’m usually the good girl, but drunk-me had no problem getting handsy.

Mmm, hard and smooth. His body felt amazing, cool to the touch, which made me cling to him even more, like I was on fire.

Realizing something was off, he cursed under his breath, picked me up, and laid me on the bed. He headed to the closet, probably to find clothes and take me to the hospital.

I held onto the bed for support, slowly crawling toward him. The heat in the room was unbearable, and my skin felt parched, like I was about to crack open.

Even with my eyes closed, I could navigate my way behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

I was so thirsty, my lips parched, my face burning. I leaned in, searching for his lips like they were my only source of water.

He turned to avoid me. "Stop messing around. Let me get dressed so I can take you to the hospital."

I whimpered in his arms.

To his ears, it probably sounded like a seductive, ghostly moan.

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