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    â€œBecause there’s a samba playing and I’d rather dance.”
    And just like that she changed the conversation. He was no longer thinking about who she was and where she’d come from but rather how nice it felt when they’d danced together earlier.
    He stood and led her to the dance floor. As soon as they were there he turned and she started dancing. The samba was a very quick-moving dance but he followed her moves perfectly.
    When he’d been old enough to notice girls, he’drealized that they liked to dance and if he knew how—no matter how much ribbing he had to take from his friends—he’d be very popular with the ladies. That had worked to his advantage and he’d liked it.
    Jen was a great dancer, her lithe body moving in time with the music, but she also kept eye contact with him and soon the dance felt as if it was just between the two of them.
    He found the rhythm and their hips swayed in the same motion. He drew her closer to him as they moved and felt the brush of her body against his. He kept his hand steady in the small of her back even when she would have stepped back.
    She looked up at him, confusion and desire evident in her gaze, and he knew that something had just changed between them.
    The lust that had been there from the first moment they met was now blossoming into something stronger, something more solid. And as the song built up to the ending, he drew her into his arms and kissed her.
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    She didn’t think of the past or the future. She just lived in the now.
    Somehow the night slipped away from her and though she’d meant to leave after one dance, one dance turned into just one more and she spent the night on the floor with Nate. For the first time since she’d been forced to leave the competitive dance world she felt alive.
    It bothered her that a man was the reason why. And she knew that this night was a one-off. There was no way she’d ever be with Nate for more than this night. His crowd of friends consisted of people that she read about in glamour magazines and on the internet gossipwebsites. And though they were unfailingly polite to her, she knew tomorrow they wouldn’t recognize her.
    â€œI need a drink,” Nate said, drawing her off the dance floor. “You might be used to dancing that much but I am not.”
    â€œI didn’t notice you falling behind,” she said.
    â€œI’ve got the stamina,” he said with a wink. “Plus, I couldn’t let a girl out-dance me.”
    â€œA girl? Women don’t like being called girls,” she said to him.
    â€œAh, I meant it in a nice way. My dad was real old-fashioned when it came to ladies and we were never allowed to call girls women. He thought it was too harsh.”
    Jen shook her head and had to laugh at that. “I guess it's okay then.”
    He hugged her close with one arm. They were both sweaty from dancing so much and she liked Nate’s musky smell. She leaned in closer for just a second before she realized what she was doing.
    â€œDon’t,” he said, stopping her by holding her tighter. “I like having you close.”
    â€œI like it, too,” she said, softly. She looked up into those dark obsidian eyes of his.
    â€œGood. Now how about another mojito?”
    â€œI think water would be better,” she said. She was already buzzing a little from the drinks and the dancing. And from Nate, she thought. He went to her head faster than any other man she’d ever been with. Maybe that was because in the past, a man would have had to compete with her dancing career, but now she was simply a woman. And this man…well, he was addictive.
    â€œWater first,” he said. “Then mojitos…I don’t like to drink alone.”
    â€œI’m sure that’s not an issue. You always have someone on your arm.”
    â€œNot always,” he said.
    And as he walked away, she realized there was