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me?  Naughty girl.” 
    A spark lit in her bright blue eyes and Carmen sat up straighter in her chair.  Raking her hands through her hair and holding the ends together Carmen sucked in a breath, then let out a laugh.  Marek felt the sound echo inside him, warm and welcome.
    “I was going to deny that I spied on you, but I won’t.  You’re right.  I did spy on you.  I enjoyed the view too, so to speak.  What were you doing there?  Do you run the place?”
    Marek laughed at her attempt to change the direction of the conversation away from her slightly questionable behavior.  Carmen was turning out to be quite delightful.  Marek found himself wanting desperately to take her home.  To take her back to his place and make love to her for hours, this woman he’d just met. 
    A niggling feeling tugged at his conscience warning Marek that he might be getting in over his head and it would be wise to back off.  Never before had he felt such powerful emotions for a woman at first sight.  But no one would accuse Marek of being wise.  Daring, ballsy, anything but wise.  He had no intention of backing off. 
    Mentally pushing the annoying voice aside, Marek returned his focus to keeping the night fun and light.  Right now complications were the last thing he needed.  What he wanted was a night of fun and frolic between his sheets.  And tonight Carmen was going to be his playmate. 
    Marek rubbed his chin and slid his hand down his throat to the back of his neck. He tipped his head to the side and massaged the tense muscles. He gazed through lazy, hooded eyes as Carmen lifted her straw from her glass, held her finger over the top hole and put the other end in her mouth.  Releasing her finger, Marek watched as she sucked her drink out of the straw, her pink tongue licking the remains of the concoction from the sides.
    Arousal shot through him like lightning, bunching his already tight muscles with awareness.  The woman was a sexual goddess.  Her ample curves and sensual movements stirred to life an almost primitive desire in Marek.  A primal need to claim and mate. 
    Surprised by the ferocity of his reaction to her, Marek broke his gaze and looked over her shoulder.  Taking deep, calming breaths Marek stared at a mural depicting a sugar cane harvest on the wall behind Carmen and tried to regain his composure. 
    Then she spoke, her voice soft and warm.  “I don’t suppose it matters where you work, does it?  I’m feeling quite nice—a little drunk actually—so why don’t you and I take a stroll long the beach and get to know each other better.  Give me a vacation to remember, Marek.”
    The way she said his name sent shivers down his spine.  Marek swallowed hard, his throat suddenly parched.  He wanted this woman more than he’d ever wanted any woman in his life. 
    And she was offering herself to him.
    Marek picked up his glass and held it in front of him.  Looking deep in her gorgeous eyes, Marek spoke low and firm.  “A toast, oui ?  To a night neither one of us will soon forget.  I can promise you nothing less.”
    Carmen raised her glass and added, “To a wild ride.”
    Marek smiled at that, heat churning in his gut at her highly suggestive words.  “I’ll second that.  Bottoms up, cheri .”
    Smiling at each other as they clinked glasses, Marek lifted the glass to his lips and took a long, refreshing drink.  Marek downed half the glass before awareness set in. Setting down his glass with a thud, Marek glanced with apprehension at Carm.  She’d taken a healthy drink as well and was licking the small mustache off of her top lip.
    Marek looked around but couldn’t find their waitress.  Swearing softly, he grabbed his glass again and examined the contents.
    Carmen leaned forward in concern and asked, “What’s wrong, Marek?  Is your drink all right?  Does it taste bad?”
    Still frowning over his glass, Marek muttered, “This drink tasted a bit off.  Did yours?”
    Carmen shook