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women were stunning. Lean, full, tall or short, there was one for every taste. Impeccably dressed and several sexy as hell. If this was the over-forty crowd, Tray couldn’t help thinking he had many good years to look forward to.
    He took in the scene. Women clustered in small groups, chatting, laughing, and discreetly – some not so discreetly – surveying the prey for the evening. If men were from Mars, these women were Venus fly traps. He only hoped he would have the nerve to follow through on his plan. He was grateful Barry had known about this club.
    Reaching the table, he slapped Barry on the back in greeting. “Been here long?”
    “Long enough to know you’re a loser,” Barry joked back. “It’s too bad you came all the way down here to be ignored by all these women.”
    Tray flinched but he wasn’t surprised that Barry had watched his progress through the seething press of dancers. Tray’s looks always brought more attention than Barry’s, yet Barry didn’t seem to mind. And he loved to rib him about it. For years it had irritated Tray that someone with as good a heart as Barry didn’t have women falling all over him. But Tray had learned that women were fickle, and in a shallow world it seemed that appearance was sometimes everything. In the looks department, Barry was Joe Average, but his IQ was off the charts. Too bad most women never went beyond the surface in order to see that side of him.
    “Eye candy,” replied Tray. “I’m not interested in being somebody’s boy toy.”
    Barry raised his eyebrows. “Really? Isn’t that exactly why you’re here?”
    Tray shifted behind the table, pulling out a stool next to the wall and throwing one leg over the top. “Well, I guess. But it doesn’t mean I have to be some sort of trophy.”
    “Chum, these babes are all looking for trophies,” laughed Barry, waving his beer bottle in the direction of the dance floor. “That’s the point. That’s the whole game here.”
    Tray wasn’t convinced. His eyes told him there were women on the make and almost as many men to match them, but surely there were a few looking for something more lasting and more meaningful than a trophy boy. “There must be more to it than that,” he said.
    “Uh oh. Here were go, pal. See, that’s why I needed to come with you. You are such a bleeding romantic. You get your mind set on one thing and once you’re here you can’t see just having one night off.”
    “It isn’t just one night,” began Tray.
    Barry cut him off. “So a series of one nights. A serial one-night stand. Look at these women, buddy. If there aren’t at least fifty of them that could fit your needs, I’ll eat this beer bottle.”
    Tray glanced around the room again. There was no denying that Barry was right. Tray had come looking for one woman that he could spend some time with. No romance, just a sexual tutor. He’d spent too much time around death, and with his father’s long struggle with cancer lost, he was ready for life. But after the long years on the farm, he couldn’t seem to revive his libido. Although the girls at university were falling over him and he could date almost anyone he might choose to, he didn’t want to get involved with any of them. What he wanted, what he needed after his years of celibacy, was someone to train him in the finer aspects of love-making. Someone who could take her time and appreciate him and not want anything from him. The starry-eyed girls at school all had Christmas engagements and spring weddings on their minds. It amazed him that after so many years, women were still going to college looking for an MRS degree.
    “All right. There’s a lot of nice-looking women here,” he agreed, running a hand through his hair.
    “Is the beer affecting your eyes, bud? Nice-looking? I’d give my eye teeth to go home with any one of them. What about that little redhead across the way?”
    Tray followed Barry’s line of vision. Anticipation ripped through him when