Chance on Love by Vristen Pierce

the Hell I Deserved in the First Place Before Sexy Schmuck Came Along.”
    “That’s wordy.”
    She sneered at her before taking another sip of whiskey.
    “Well, girl,” Amber said, looking past her and giggling. “Looks like you have yet another chance at...Chance.”
    “I told you to stop with the cutesy puns,” she muttered before turning around. “Shit.” She hadn’t been the only one to change out of the business attire. She never thought she would see the man in jeans, but he wore them now—and he wore them well. He unzipped the leather jacket and shrugged it off, revealing taut biceps beneath a plain, white T-shirt.
    Oh yeah, she wanted to taste him all right. Stephanie dragged her bottom lip through her teeth as she stared at the tall, muscular form standing at the bar. Chance looked around the room, and he stopped when his eyes found hers. A wickedly slow smile spread across his lips.
    Stephanie whirled around to face Amber. Great. Now he’d know she had been staring at him with unabashed lust.
    Amber grinned at her as she scooted her chair back. “I’m gonna leave you to it. Maybe you’ll get some more action tonight.” She winked.
    “Please. I’m not interested in spending any more time with that man than I have to.” I’m dying to get his cock in my mouth, though.
    “Sure,” Amber said knowingly. “You might want to rethink that, though. You’ve got competition, after all.”
    Stephanie drew her eyebrows together. “Compet—”
    Carly, that slut. She spun around again to get another look at Chance. Sure enough, there she was, smiling up at him like an idiot. Dressed in a tight, white mini-skirt and a low-cut, snug top, someone had apparently missed the ‘It’s January, folks!’ memo.
    In Carly’s defense, however, she did have a gaudy, faux fur coat draped over one arm. At least Stephanie thought it was faux.
    Please, God, let it be faux. She hadn’t been an animal person since she was just a kid, but there were still some things that turned her stomach a bit. And watching Carly press herself to Chance’s side was definitely one of them.
    She faced Amber again and folded her arms. Had that bastard invited Carly here? Stephanie was so going to enjoy using him and then dropping him like a hot potato. But first, she was going to use the hell out of him.
    Like, ‘seriously have him begging for mercy because his dick can’t take any more’ kind of stuff. In the meantime, she would just try to ignore the pangs of desire that coursed through her body whenever she thought about such things.
    That wasn’t going too well.
    She took deep, calming breaths. She would just focus on the hate. Focus, focus...
    “Here they come,” Amber whispered before standing up and grabbing her drink from the table.
    “Do not leave me here with those two,” Stephanie said.
    “You’ll be fine once you get rid of Carly. And we all know no one sends her running off quicker than you do. Just be your usual charming, sweet self.”
    Stephanie flipped her off.
    “See? There you go.” Grinning, she walked away.
    “What are we coming way over here for?” Carly whined as she and Chance neared the table.
    Stephanie cursed under her breath. Of course, she wouldn’t like it over here. It was rather dark in the corners of the bar and the bitch needed a constant spotlight.
    “I spotted a friend.” Chance’s voice was deep and smooth as silk, as always.
    “Who?” Carly asked.
    “Love,” he said, bending down close to her ear.
    Focus on the hate. Focus, focus... Instead, she focused on her panties and how wet he’d managed to make them simply by uttering her last name. Asshole.
    Carly peeked around him to get a look. She frowned. “ Her? ”
    Stephanie sipped her drink. “Why, Carlene, you’re looking very,” she looked her up and down, “streetwalker chic tonight.” She gave her a smile.
    Carly rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to put up with this. I’m not even on the clock.”
    “I agree,”