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It was a dance of lust, pure and simple.

The woman stalked her partner – her lucky, lucky partner – with a predatory sexuality. Every move was eloquent, hot and demanding, every glance one of seduction.

Brady stared at Thea’s face as the dancers whirled past. Her eyes, wide and lovely, were deep as sin. They were the kind of eyes that could hold a man spellbound. Then she closed them, her lashes black fans on her cheeks as she gave herself over to the pounding, driving music.

The dancers came before them, their steps now slow, now quick, circling one another in a choreographed seduction that had Brady’s body tightening with need. The dancers teased, tormented, stepping ever closer to the edge of the crowd.

Then Thea’s eyes flicked open and she stared directly at Brady, her gaze filled with desire.

“Would you like to dance with me?”