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myself from his highly addictive touch, I stumbled, and realised that I was about to add the ultimate humiliation to this evening; I was about fall flat on my ass.
    Knowing me and my luck, that would mean legs up in the air, flashing my wares at the man. He was seriously hot and the reality of it all was, I wanted nothing more than to be on my back, legs spread as far as I could spread them, but not like this. Not sprawled out on the dance floor, surrounded by other people dancing.
    Before I could put into motion the humiliating scene playing out in my head, I felt a strong arm circle my waist, and my backwards momentum was halted. Instead I found myself being propelled forward so fast, I stumbled again on my high heels, cursing my natural clumsiness.
    I slammed into a chest that was so hard, it was like hitting concrete. He must work out like a mother fucker, to be so heavily muscled.
    I expected the non-green version of the Incredible Hulk, who stood before me, and who had saved my less than dignified tumble to the dance floor, to keep me upright this time too. When in actual fact he stumbled backwards, probably due to me crashing against him, with all the elegance of a Mack truck, I was surprised when I felt us beginning to fall.
    It seemed it was too late to stop it. The inevitable was happening. We were going down, and not in a good, sexual way. On our way down, I did see the crowds of dancers around us, turn to witness our fall, and not one person jumped forward to try and save us. If anything it was like the parting of the Red Sea, with everyone hastily stepping sideways, to give us a clear, uninterrupted patch of dancefloor to land on.
    Even with the gorgeous stranger to cushion my fall, it still jolted me when we landed. That was probably because there didn’t seem to be anything soft on that man at all. He was hard, glorious, muscle on muscle all the way down his body. I knew this, because I was practically adhered to him, and could feel every one of those incredible muscles.
    This might have been fun, had we not been sprawled out on a crowded dancefloor. A bed and no clothing between us, not to mention all the people around us, gone, would have really sweetened the deal.
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    We lay there, probably beyond what might be considered a normal time, and still we continued to lie there, sprawled out on the dance floor, until we got into kind of creepy, been there too long, time.
    My startled eyes met his, and I saw something flare in their beautiful chocolate brown depths. His lips parted as he drew in some much needed air, and I realised that he was panting slightly, as if out of breath.
    Still we lay there, staring at one another. I made no effort to get up, even though the people around us had obviously decided we weren’t so interesting anymore, and had gone back to dancing.
    Finally I wiggled a bit, in an effort to get him to release me, so I could try and stand up, although I was already stressing about how dignified that would be, in my tightly laced corset dress and high heels. Actually thinking about my dress, suddenly made me conscious, that the girls may have made an effort to escape, the confines of the bodice, after my unscheduled tumble to the floor.
    I tried to lift the top half of my body off the wall of muscle I lay on, and gave a sigh of relief, when I saw that there had not been any booby from bodice breakout, as a result of my fall.
    I squirmed again, knowing it was time to do this. I had to peel myself off this gorgeous man, and stand up. It was only as I wiggled once more, that I realised another muscle had come into play, on my less than soft human pillow.
    Something had definitely come up between us, and my guess was, he was happy to see me, not that he had a gun in his pocket. Knowing that he was getting hard under me, didn’t do much to strengthen my resolve, not to drag him home with me, and literally fuck the man’s brains out. It was taking everything I