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disappear into the crowd.  Then
hopefully she would never have to see him again.
    Now why did that
thought make her heart slide down to her toes?
    She slipped off
the stool and took the hand he offered.  A quiver went through her and she bit
her lip. 
    His was a large
hand, warm and strong, and she could imagine such a hand sliding up her body,
cupping her breasts in a bold caress.
    Erin, stop it .  She gave her head a quick shake and focused on her new dance
partner as he led her toward the dance floor.
    Once she was
safely hidden in the crowd Erin gently pulled on her hand, wanting to break
contact as soon as possible.  To her dismay, instead of releasing her the man
pulled her closer to him and began to sway to the sounds of Boyz II Men's 'I'll
Make Love To You'. 
    Erin wanted to
resist.  She really did.  But his hard body felt so good against hers as he
held her close, and the music was so sensual that she felt her reserve melt
like the ice in her pina colada.  She relaxed as the music pulsated around
them.  She closed her eyes and let him lead, swaying her hips and matching his
every move.
    His hand slid to
the small of her back and a delicious tingle ran all the way up her spine.  
    Now was the time
to thank him for the dance and make a hasty exit but her tongue felt heavy in
her mouth.  She closed her eyes.  She could not speak.
    “What’s your
name?”
    Erin jumped.  The
man had bent his head and his lips were close to her ear, so close that his
warm breath tickled the fine hairs on her skin.
    “I’m Erin. 
And…and you?”
    “I’m Dare,” he
said softly into her ear, and the way he said it made her shiver.
    Dare.  What an unusual
name.  But it certainly seemed appropriate for this man holding her close on
the dance floor, so bold and unapologetic.
    The strains of the
song died away and Erin took a deep breath.  This was her chance.  She cleared
her throat.
    “Thank you for the
dance,” she began then gasped as the man, Dare whatever his name was, grasped
her hand and started walking off the dance floor, pulling her along with him. 
    She looked around
frantically.  Where were the girls?  She needed to be rescued.  Now.  Her eyes
skimmed the sea of people but in that mass of bodies there was hardly any chance
she would find her suite mates.
    Tugging her arm, Erin
blurted, “Where are you taking me?”
    Dare spared her a
backward glance.  “This place is getting too crowded for me.  Let’s get out of
here.”
    Get out of here? 
To where?  He was forgetting that they hadn’t arrived at the nightclub
together.
    “Excuse me,” she
tugged again, “but I’m not going anywhere with a stranger.”
    The man ignored
her.
    By this time they
were out a side door and onto a terrace surrounded by an abundant tropical
garden.  Dare let go of her wrist and leaned his shoulder against a cast iron
trellis through which flowered vines twisted and coiled.  As he lounged he
folded his arms across his chest, watching her.
    “So what was that
about us being strangers?”  He gave a dry chuckle.  “After all we’ve shared – a
hug, a dance, a dunk in the pool.  I thought we were more than that?”
    She bit her lip
and looked away.  She could understand how it all looked.  As far as he was concerned
she’d been the one doing the pursuing.  She could only guess what he must think
of her.
    She took a deep
breath, thinking fast.  Should she tell him the truth about the stupid dare or
would he think her a crazy college student who would do anything for kicks? 
Maybe that wouldn’t paint her in such a good light but she could at least tell
him about the stalker in the nightclub.  He would surely understand her actions
then.
    She opened her
mouth to speak and the man chose that moment to reach out and pull her to him. 
Caught off guard, she tilted into him.  He took the opportunity to turn with
her then backed her up against the trellis, pressing her into the flowery metal
frame.
    Dare