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Burke placed his arm around her waist

Leaning over her seductively, he whispered in Laura’s ear. “Elena has told everyone that I’m your boyfriend, so I think we should make it look convincing. If it helps you to get the right look in your eyes, you could try picturing me naked.”

A vivid image of Burke that day she’d caught him just out of the shower suddenly popped into her mind—but her imagination kicked in and she saw him dropping the towel he’d wrapped around him. Her mouth went dry and her heart began to pound.

Burke gave her an utterly charming smile. “Ah, I see it worked. Your cheeks are flushed.”

“They are not,” she protested quickly, then, looking around, saw they were being watched by a couple dancing past. Laura forced herself to smile.

“That’s better. Keep smiling and let’s dance. That’ll help,” Burke said.

“No, it won’t. I’m an awful dancer. I’ll step on you.”

Burke grabbed her hand and led her out onto the dance floor. “I’ll risk it.”