She had seven shots of tequila. Seven shots of insanity. And she felt she has accomplished a great deal for herself in just one night. She loved the way she felt. She was tipsy, but she felt more like floating away. She has never known a more enjoyable night out. She didn’t even imagine that it would be the night she went on her own. She felt that she was wearing a mask all the time… living someone else’s life… stealing someone else’s identity. If Justin didn’t know her previously, she would have given him a different name. “Thanks for the drinks.” She told him. And then she turned to hail a cab. She didn’t wait for him to ask for her number. Fat chance! She thought. Guys like Justin Adams engage in flirtations for a moment and forget about the girl the next. She doesn’t want to make him to think that she was not immune to his charms. That she was expecting more than a sexy dance, or a hot kiss. She wanted to dump him before he dumps her. “Hey.” He called. “Need a lift?” He asked. She stared at him and lifted a brow. “In what?” She asked. He pointed at his Ducati motorcycle. “No thanks! I’m not too drunk. Have a great evening.” She said and turned away from him. “Come on. It’s not like Mommy’s going to see you or something.” He teased. Was the right joke to get her to do anything he wants her to do now. She stared at him coldly. God! Can he read her mind? He sounded like he knows exactly which buttons to push! Does he have a flaw at all? She thought, this would be a perfect ending to her perfect rebellion. Dressing up wildly. Drinking bravely. Flirting sinfully. And riding freely. . . . .....