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her blouse one button…then two.
    She gave her reflection a shaky grin after she caught a glimpse of the shadowed valley between her breasts. Not sexy Kitten Ormond perhaps, but Esa still knew how to hold her own at a place like One Life .
    The music immediately enveloped her once she left the ladies’ room and went in search of Carla, whom she’d left sipping a sidecar and casting anxious glances toward the entrance. Her step faltered when she saw the back of a tall man wearing jeans, leaning over and talking to her friend. She scowled when she noticed the burnished brownish-blond hair and tight buns.
    Well, apparently Vito had arrived and was getting right down to the business of making time with Carla. Or Jess had, anyway. That was one of the many things that Carla had gushed on about after she’d hung up her cell phone earlier. Vito was really a Jess . Obviously Jess was a tad more concerned about meeting clunkers online than Carla and was protecting his identity. Why the gorgeous Jess needed to use a chat group in a singles’ magazine to land a date, Esa couldn’t fathom.
    Probably dumber than the concrete he poured on the job.
    Her good friend’s hoot of delighted laughter pierced through the music. Esa veered toward the bar, suddenly much in need of a stiff drink. Jess and Carla obviously weren’t going to miss her.
    After she’d finished half a martini, Esa felt lightheaded. When was the last time she’d actually had one of these, anyway? Esa wondered as the band broke into Red, Red, Wine . Her body instinctively moved to the rhythm. She’d always loved the reggae classic.
    Someone took her hand. Her mouth opened, the protest she’d been ready to utter melting like powdered sugar on her tongue when she looked up into the face of the man who held her fingers lightly.
    Esa supposed the time period between when she stared into those arresting, amused blue eyes and when he spoke was only a few seconds but her brain stretched it surrealistically long. Her heart skipped erratically beneath her peek-a-boo cleavage when Mr. Adonis smiled—not cockily like she’d imagined from a distance. No, instead that slow grin was the equivalent of potent foreplay. Ever so briefly, his gaze flashed down to her chest…as if he were a magician and knew precisely what effect he was having on her.
    “Would you like to dance?”
    Esa nodded, thoughts of loyalty to her friend evaporated to vapor by the brilliance of his smile. Carla? Carla who ?
    He tugged teasingly on her hand and she followed him out onto the small dance floor in a mesmerized state. When he turned and released her hand they immediately began to dance to the earthy rhythm without saying a word.
    Hadn’t she guessed as she watched him come out of the construction trailer that the man knew how to move? He did all right.
    Did he ever.
    Esa’s gaze drifted over a handsome face and an angled jaw slightly whiskered with dark blond stubble before lowering over a blue and white button-down shirt that set off his golden-hued tan. His collar-length hair was a blend of light brown, blond and platinum hues that mingled together in a tousled, sexy mess. He must have showered after work because he’d changed clothing and Esa could smell his soap and the subtle, spicy scent of his aftershave.
    She looked down even further. The carnal rhythm of the music seemed to grant her permission.
    Her hips moved with his in a tight, controlled roll to the sensual beat. A warm, tingly sensation of excitement swelled from her lower belly to her sex as her pelvis gyrated in perfect synchrony to his.
    When Esa finally looked back up into his face again her breath caught in her throat. He no longer seemed slightly amused. Instead his face had gone rigid. His eyes had taken on an almost dangerous glint. Esa wondered what it would be like to have him pin her with that stare while his cock pinned her down to the bed. A muscle leapt in his tanned, lean cheek, and Esa had the strangest feeling