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there in the damned elevator.
    He stabbed at the button again, as if that would speed their trip. This night was going be torture. In more ways than one.
    Ding.
    The elevator opened and Gabe hightailed it out of there. Maybe outside the cramped car he stood a chance of resisting her.
    Right. And maybe he stood a chance of serving on the United States Supreme Court.
She bent down to pull up one of her boots, simultaneously lifting her skirt and lowering her tube top, and he swore under his breath. Like she wasn’t showing enough skin already.
    â€œI’ll get us a cab.” Without so much as a backward glance, he strode across the lobby, through the door and to the curb, his arm raised. The sooner this evening started, the sooner it would end.
    â€œNot so fast.” Devin yanked his arm down and dragged him toward Canal Street. “Tonight we’re slumming it.”
    She pointed down the block toward the subway station.
    â€œYou consider the subway slumming it?”
    â€œNo. But I figured you would.”
    â€œI take the subway. On occasion.”
    â€œOh, yeah?” She paused at the top of the subway stairs and faced him. “When was the last time?”
    He lowered his chin. “Okay, so it’s been a while. But only because I started biking to work when the weather got warm.”
    Her eyes traveled the length of his body and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “It shows.”
    She brushed past him and headed down the stairs, giving him another view of her spectacular ass. He stood for a minute, his mouth open. Christ, she was bold. He’d never had a woman check him out so blatantly. He wasn’t sure if he liked it.
    Okay, that was a lie. He liked it. A lot.
    â€œAre you coming or not?” Devin called from the bottom of the stairs.
    Not yet. But maybe later...
    He bounded down the steps, shaking off that thought as quickly as it had sprung up. Figuratively and literally. “Right behind you.”
    The subway ride was uneventful. If Devin singing with a street drummer and helping a guy dressed as Spiderman find his cell phone could be called uneventful. All in only three stops. When they got off, she led Gabe a few blocks to a large brick building.
    â€œThis is it?” He looked around. Quiet. Deserted.
    â€œJust wait.” She knocked on the heavy metal door.
    â€œDev!” The burly, bald-headed man who opened it greeted her with a bear hug. “Where you been, girl?”
    â€œHere and there.” She hugged him back. “Got room for two more?”
    â€œFor you, of course.” He opened the door wider and eyed Gabe. “Who’s your friend?”
    â€œCarlos, this is Gabe. He’s a virgin,” she said with a wink.
    â€œA what?” Gabe choked.
    â€œShe means it’s your first rave.” Carlos ushered them in and closed the door. “Don’t worry. Devin’s a real pro. She’ll take care of you.”
    â€œThat’s what I’m afraid of,” Gabe muttered.
    Carlos showed them down a long hall and then a flight of stairs. As they descended, the insistent beat of techno music grew stronger, vibrating through the soles of Gabe’s loafers and up his body.
    He bent his head so his mouth was at Devin’s ear. “This might be a good time to confess I’m not much of a dancer.”
    â€œDon’t worry. I’ll lead.” She grabbed his hand. “Just stick close and follow me.”
    â€œHave fun, kids.” The music was deafening now, and Carlos had to yell to be heard as he swung open the door at the bottom of the stairs.
    Gabe nodded in acknowledgment, not even bothering to try to shout over the noise, and he and Devin stepped into what seemed like another dimension.
    The big open space was wall-to-wall people of all ages, from college kids to baby boomers. Some were dressed in street clothes like him. Others wore all manner of costumes: tutus, hot pants, sequined bras,