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the urgent desire he felt for her. He wanted—no, he needed —to take her in his arms, to hold her close, to feel her breasts against his chest, to nuzzle that fair hair, to feel that beautiful body beneath his hands.
    In spite of his resistance, his cock had taken control of most of his mind. He imagined Dana pulling that sweater over her head, revealing her breasts—he couldn’t quite imagine what they would look like, yet he knew when he put his hands on them they would be cool, yielding to his touch. Somehow, dazed as he was, he managed to call room service and order the food and the best champagne they had.
    When he put the phone down, he tried to brush away images of Dana, face serious, stepping close to him and unbuttoning his shirt. He must stop these fantasies. He’d have a fine case of blue balls by morning.
    “Let’s raid the minibar,” he managed to say, walking over to the kitchenette to open it up. “I’ll start with bourbon.” Maybe that would dull his desire.
    “Same here,” she said.
    “All ready for tomorrow night?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light, trying to sound normal as he emptied a small bottle into each of two glasses that stood on a small tray on the desk beside the minibar.
    “Yes, I am, though I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. I never made any close friends at Aurelia. Besides you.”
    He stopped himself from stepping toward her and taking her in his arms although he wanted like hell to do that.
    “Me neither. Except you.” He rubbed his eyes, willing himself to stop imagining Dana beneath him, smiling up at him as he plunged into her.
    She considered him with those big, heavily lashed brown eyes of hers. “I did consider you my best friend.”
    “And I thought you were my best friend.”
    He wanted desperately to tell her that he still considered her his best friend, and that he wished that they could be much more than friends, but he held back, not wanting to risk ruining the moment. If he told her what he felt and she didn’t share his feelings, it would be too awkward, too painful.
    “Did you ever take those dance lessons you were considering?” she asked, her voice light, casual.
    “Just one lesson and I felt like a total klutz. Then I got so busy...”
    “Well,” she said, “Let’s fix that right now. Can you get music in here somehow?”

Chapter Four
    A few hours later, after they’d done serious damage to the contents of the minibar along with a good bit of the beef stroganoff and most of a bottle of Dom Perignon Rosé, Nicholas could slow-dance and execute some passable moves with fast music. For those few hours his yearning for Dana seemed manageable, though the flame of desire for her burned unabated in his belly. As they slow-danced, Dana nestled closer and closer to him, convincing him that she really did consider him to be more than a friend. Then again, he warned himself, that could just be the booze.
    He would have danced all night with her, but at two o’clock, she pointed out that they should hit the sack.
    He accompanied her down to her room. As she opened her door he felt awkward again, but when she turned and looked up at him, her dark eyes gleaming in the light of the hall, he couldn’t help himself. He put his arms around her and bent to kiss her.
    Her lips were soft, sweet. Her luscious body yielded to his own. With one hand he held her to him as the other stroked her soft-as-silk hair. He felt her hands against his back holding him as tightly as he did her.
    They both jumped at the sound of raucous laughter echoing down the hallway, followed by the sound of the elevator door opening.
    “Quick, let’s go in,” Dana said, and he eagerly followed her into the room.
    He closed the door behind him and when he turned back, Dana was right there watching him, a half-smile on her lips, her blonde hair tumbling about her face.
    Nicholas whispered her name as he stepped toward her and took her in his arms and she wrapped hers around