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might have thought
she’d imagined it.
    Her nipples were rigid and tender against the fabric of her
tight dress.
    Felicia stepped sideways. “You should leave now.”
    His smile slid away. “You’re right. I absolutely should.” He
lifted one hand in a wave and turned away, striding quickly from the room.
    All of the air left the room with him Felicia sucked in a
breath, fighting a nearly irrepressible urge to go after him. In fact she took
a step toward the door. But she stopped herself before she could start running.
    Her body clenched with sudden need and she sat down hard on
the edge of the bed. Her lungs were tight and she couldn’t breathe. Her palms
were sweating. She hadn’t had this type of reaction to a guy for decades. Maybe
never.
    Felicia Jeffries, you are a shameless hussy!
    Felicia grinned. She hadn’t heard her grandma’s voice in her
head for years. Not since she’d stopped taking chances and risks and become the
good little wife and mother.
    It was kind of nice to have her back.
    Felicia stood up and left Bliss’ bedroom, moving quickly
toward the door. She made sure his car was gone before she stepped out of the
house, locking the door behind her.
    She climbed into her car and headed home. Thank heavens her
birthday celebration was over! For the last several years, birthdays had only
served to make her feel old and out of touch. She’d approached this one
thinking that it would give her those feelings in spades, but somehow it
hadn’t.
    Felicia’s body was thrumming. She felt as if every cell had
been infused with sexual energy. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt
so alive.
    Being a shameless hussy was energizing. Laughing, Felicia
decided she’d have to let her hussy side out to play more often.
    She’d just have to keep it away from gorgeous dancer types
who were much too young for her. That would only lead to disaster.
    * * * * *
    Felicia picked at her salad and fought a yawn. She was on
her second real date with Dave Foust, a longtime acquaintance. Dave had been a
friend of her husband’s. He was ten years older than Felicia and, as a tort
lawyer, was rolling in money. He was tall and slim and reasonably good-looking.
Although he’d been in love with her for years, he’d kept his feelings more or
less to himself when she was married.
    Since her divorce, he’d stepped up his pursuit of her, to
the point where she’d finally given in and agreed to go out with him. That
first date had been long and unexciting. The second one was turning out to be
endless and downright boring.
    Dave liked to talk about himself.
    Occasionally he’d ask her something about herself or her
life, but then he’d interrupt her and go off on a topic of far more interest to
him…Dave Foust.
    Felicia promised herself there would be no third date.
    “I can’t even believe this food,” Dave informed her.
    Felicia moved her fork around some more, hoping he didn’t
notice that she’d barely touched hers. There was nothing at all wrong with the
food, she just couldn’t concentrate on eating.
    Her traitorous slutty mind just kept comparing Dave to her
gorgeous young dancer. It was an ugly comparison.
    Dave lifted a hand and called the waiter over. “I’d like to
speak with the chef.”
    Felicia barely stopped herself from groaning. He did this
every time they were together. He’d done it even before her divorce, when she
and Philip and he and his now ex-wife, Astrid, had gone out together. Dave
liked to draw attention to himself. She only hoped he would praise the chef
this time, rather than berate him as he usually did.
    Felicia bent over her plate and picked up a roll. She stared
at it to avoid looking at the unfortunate soul who was about to have his skills
called into question by a boring, overconfident lawyer.
    “You asked to speak with me, sir?”
    “Yes. I wanted to ask you if you got your training at a
McDonalds.”
    Felicia’s gaze swung desperately around the room, looking
for