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party I didn’t hear about?”
           The woman laughed beneath heavy makeup
applied to hide her age, which had to be over fifty. Her skin was a tad too
yellow against the whiteness of her dress. “Oh my dear, it’s the Swingers Ball.
Every dance, you have to partner with someone new, and it can’t be the person
you came with.”
           Virginia raised a brow. “You just dance?”
           “Now that’s a foolish question, dear. This is a particular kind of club, you know.”
She brushed a hand down her abdomen to the skirt of her ball gown. A slit had
been fashioned up the center almost to her pubic hair.
           “Of course.” Virginia kept a straight face.
“Silly of me.”
           “And there’s a prize at the end of the
ball. It goes to the couple who...” She paused, smiled, then winked at
Virginia. “To the couple who enjoyed the most partners. After every...dance you
collect your partner’s card.” It sounded like some sort of tag team wrestling
match. “Don’t you think it’s a divine idea?”
           The woman delved into her evening bag and
pulled out a gold card holder filled with turquoise cards, the number
sixty-three printed on them. The stack must have been at least thirty deep.
           “The couple with the most cards at the end
of the night wins a Hawaiian vacation.”
           For that much activity, the couple deserved
a six-month trip around the world. The candy dishes filled with condoms, which
were all over the club, would certainly need refilling often.
           Virginia realized now why the line in the
lobby had been so long. Everyone was getting their numbered cards.
           Did Brett have a set of cards for her
upstairs?
           She hoped not. The Swingers Ball seemed
so...impersonal. She’d be one of at least sixty-three, and probably double that
number by the feel of the crowd. That certainly wouldn’t make a woman feel
special. How could a man have a chance to want any one woman desperately if he
had to work his way through every female in sight?
           No, no, no. The Swingers Ball wasn’t for
her. And obviously not for Brett either. He’d ordered a private room.
           And she needed to get up to it right now.
           “Good luck.” Despite the peculiar
circumstances, she smiled as politely as possible at her informant. Then she
climbed the second flight of stairs and left the crowd behind, though the
voices, the merriment, and the strains of a waltz drifted up from below as she
reached the third floor.
           Suddenly, she couldn’t wait to see what
Brett had planned just for her indulgence. Oddly, knowing what would occur in
the ballroom enhanced her private surprise party.
           She fumbled at the door, got the key in,
then rushed into...an empty room.
           Where was Brett?
           The room was done in soft gold tones. A
king-size bed stood on a pedestal in the middle, with two steps up. On the
left, four steps up, was a sunken tub, steam wafting off its surface. The
mirror behind it tilted slightly to reveal a froth of bubbles in its
reflection. A bucket held an uncorked bottle of champagne, and on the table
beside it, a glass had already been filled. Cheese and fruit graced a crystal
platter along with strawberries dipped in chocolate. All within reach of the
bath.
           On the corner of the porcelain tub sat
another envelope. Stepping up, she saw that this time the note had an
instruction on the outside.
           “Indulge yourself, take your pleasure, then
open the envelope when you’re done with your bath.”
           She tingled with anticipation. Turning back
to the room, she noticed the mirror along one wall. It reflected the bed and
beyond that, the tub. The room and the mirror were designed to produce the
maximum view. Someone was behind that mirror, which she was sure was two-way.
Maybe more than one someone.
           Brett was giving her