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realizing I had finished it. 
    He turned and called to the bartender, “Another one, please,” he indicated to the bartender that the drink was for me, and the bartender nodded.
    Blue eyes, then turned to me and smiled.  His teeth were perfect.  “My name is Victor Ciccone.  And you have to be the most beautiful girl I have seen in long time.”
    “Thank-you ,” I said shyly.
    “You’re welcome!”  H e laughed. “You didn’t seem this shy on the dance floor.  You can move! I was imagining you moving like that under me in my bed.”
    “Y -you did?”  God, that was a stupid thing to say.  I wasn’t used to this flirting business.  I had no experience. I wasn’t Ana.
    “Yes, I did.  And, it was good.   I pleased you very much.” He gazed down the length of my body and that look was a caress. I could see from his face he liked what he saw. It was a compliment without words.  I was surprised I wasn’t more nervous, but Ana was right there watching us.  He was incredibly attractive. Oh my, if my heart beat any faster I was afraid it was going to burst right out of my chest.  “So, what is your name?  I want to know what to moan in my sleep when I dream about you tonight.”  Was this for real?  Did guys really talk like that to pick up a girl?   I didn’t know.  But, it was definitely working on me.  This guy was turning me on, and he hadn’t even touched me. Yet!
    “My name is Monica Michaud,” I said as I reached out my hand to shake his.  It was like electricity. A shock went through my entire body.  I felt warm all over, and I knew it wasn’t from the drink.  I only had one.  The guy was pure animal magnetism, pure sex appeal.
    He did not let go of my hand, or break eye contact.  He held it and used his thumb to caress the top of my hand.  He pulled me closer, and we were mere inches apart.  He tilted his head to the side and put his face into my hair behind my ear, and inhaled.  “You smell delicious.  I bet you taste good, too,” he whispered in my ear.  He softly kissed my cheek and trailed light feathery kisses from my temple to my lips.  I gasped at the sensations he evoked in me.  “Dance with me?” he asked and began to draw me out of my chair.
    Wordlessly, I followed him.  It wasn’t a fast song, but it wasn’t a slow song either.  He drew me into his arms and we swayed rhythmically in time to the music. His body and mine melded together on the dance floor.  The electricity between us sizzled.  After one song ended and another began his hands began to roam across my back, my sides, and I just held on enjoying the feelings he evoked in me, He turned me slightly and our eyes met, and, that is when his lips claimed mine.  They were soft and cool, probably from the beer.  His tongue darted out, and slid along my lips and I opened for him wanting more.  My nipples hardened at the sensations he was creating.  This man knew what he was doing and I wanted more.  He explored my mouth with his, he tasted of lemon and beer, and I tentatively began to respond. He moaned my name into my mouth.  The hand that caressed my back now slid along my arm then grasped my face, and his other hand, the one that had been stroking me along the side along my ribcage did the same. I was lost in the pleasure, completely oblivious to my sister sitting not eight feet away.  The kiss went on and on. He slowly began to ease back, and end the kiss.  “You do,” he said and sighed sadly.
    “I do what?” I asked, a little shaken by, what seemed to me, the abrupt end of the kiss.
    “Taste great,” he answered and then laughed , his blue eyes glittering.  “But that is not the only part of you I want to taste.”
    I stared at him shocked .  My eyes widened into saucers at his suggestion, but yet, I yearned for whatever this man was willing to offer.
    “You have beautiful eyes.  Lonely, big and brown eyes.  I want to see them full of passion for me. But another time.  Let me