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learning the dance correctly. She also reminded herself of the scene by the pool. It had really looked as though he had something going on with the blonde, so she knew she shouldn’t read too much into the dance lesson. Her head was telling her that’s all there was to it, but her hormones were scoffing at her simplistic nature. If she were being honest with herself, she’d admit that the air between her and Miguel was charged with the powerful current of sexual attraction.
    “Music please,” he told his assistant. “And here we go, start by taking slow steps to the opposite side of the room, once there change arm positions and start back toward the direction you came from.” Miguel addressed the instructions to the class while he held his cheek mere inches from hers. Justus had been watching him from the corner of her eye and admired the sense of presence he commanded among his eager pupils. She inhaled deeply as a means of soothing her frayed nerves, but instead her nostrils were greeted with his clean scent and the smell of his woodsy cologne.
    “Very good. I see I’ve got a group of fast learners here. We’re going to go over this a few more times, and then we’ll be moving on to the meringue.”
    Again Justus’ stomach fluttered, because of the way he said the dance with proper Spanish pronunciation. In an attempt to steel her wavering tummy, Justus tried to make an objective assessment of Miguel. What was the big deal with him, anyway? So he was easy on the eyes. She almost scoffed out loud to herself. She knew that was an understatement. He was a feast for every pair of female eyes.
    And why shouldn’t he be?, she asked herself. He was a perfect physical specimen and very sensual. He seemed to positively ooze sex and eroticism with his every move, look, and touch. Justus turned her head toward him to steal a glance at his profile, but he caught her looking at him.
    When their gazes connected she almost gasped. H is eyes were so arresting, they were a dark, fierce green, like beautiful shining emeralds. She also noticed flecks of gold laced through them, reminiscent of cat’s eyes. But not any ordinary house cat, these were the eyes of a wild predator.
    Yes, she decided, with his sexy, sleek moves, black hair and green eyes he was more than a man. He was a panther . She sighed to herself, so much for her objectivity.
    “You’re doing so well. Have you ever danced before?”
    The intimate tone he used startled her out of her lusty reverie. It took her several moments to gain enough composure to answer him.
    “Oh, no, I’ve never taken dance lessons before, but I used to go out and dance a lot.”
    “Really? You used to, huh? Well, I knew it when I saw you; something told me you’d be an excellent partner.” She smiled at him and naughtily wondered what type of “partner” he was referring to.
    “I like to dance at nightclubs, too. Did you know there’s one here on the ship? You should go, and come out of retirement for me, and we could show everyone how it’s done.” He gave her a dazzling smile.
    Shocked, Justus opened her mouth to speak but it was too late, he was addressing the class again. This man had to have balls made of brass. Making eyes at her from across the pool was one thing, but she couldn’t believe he had the nerve to ask her out with his girlfriend in the same room. Justus wondered if they were one of those couples that had an understanding, or if they were into kinky sex. Miguel was smoking hot, and she wanted to explore new sides of herself on the cruise, but she wasn’t interested in being a part of a threesome.
    She wondered though, if his girlfriend knew what type of slime she was dating. Justus looked across the crowded da nce class and saw her. The blonde seemed to be enjoying herself as she danced with her partner. She had a nearly flawless body, although, Justus observed critically, it was obvious her boobs had been purchased. Justus looked mournfully at the woman’s