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the bar, she watched as the barman as he took her drink out from under the counter. She raised her eyebrows to him in a silent question.
     
    “Couldn’t let anyone slip you a mickey now could I, missy? Jay would never forgive me.”
     
    Ria thanked him and picked up her glass. She enjoyed dancing with Jay. She just wasn’t sure how far she was prepared to let things progress. Her body told her she was prepared to take a chance, but her head told her it would be a mistake.
     
    Jay ordered soda water, he’d already had three large Scotches. He suddenly realized he didn’t want liquor to impair his faculties - mental or physical. There was something about this woman. It was something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. She was attractive and had a beautiful body, but it was more than that. Although just what the more was, he wasn’t sure.
     
    Her voice brought him out of his reverie.
     
    “So, your gang is called...?”
     
    “It’s a club, not a gang,” he corrected her. He smiled to take any sting out of his words, “We’re called the Demon Riders. Do you ride?”
     
    She laughed in response. A laugh he found erotic. It made him harden instantly. The woman was a stranger, but in just an hour she had enchanted him. It had never happened to him before.
     
    “No,” she said, when she stopped laughing.
     
    He sensed there was something else she wanted to say. Then, he realized she was laughing at the double entendre. The thought made him harder. He tried to adjust his stance to ease the growing erection in his jeans. He had been with a lot of women in his time. He couldn’t remember the names and faces of many of them. None of them ever made him so hard so quickly.
     
    He hadn’t even kissed her; yet, he wanted her so much he ached. He wanted her between his legs. He wanted to make slow, sweet love to her. He wanted so much more.
     
    “Are you hiding from me again?” He hadn’t meant to ask the question, but it had slipped out. It was a verbalization of his thoughts.
     
    “Why do you say that?” She didn’t understand his question and wondered if she had missed something.
     
    “You didn’t say everything on your mind,” he replied.
     
    “Do you like women who say everything that’s on their minds?” she asked. She still held his stare, as she sipped the last of her beer.
     
    “I like you,” he countered, “and I’d like you to say whatever’s on your mind. So, the answer is yes.”
     
    “How do you know you will be pleased to hear what’s on my mind – if anything?”
     
    He didn’t know. So, rather than risk hearing something he didn’t what to hear, he asked her to dance.
     
    The DJ played a slow song when they started to head for dance floor. It was a song for lovers rather than dancers. He hooked his arm in hers. When they reached the floor, he pulled her to him. He put his arms around her back and waited until she reciprocated. For a moment, she paused. Then, she made her decision. She wanted to dance with him and she wanted him close. Without any further hesitation, she locked her arms around his back and snuggled against his chest. For the rest of the dance, she let him lead her wherever he wanted. She made no protest when, halfway through, he led her to an alcove to the side of the dance floor and at the farthest point from the bar.
     
    “The song isn’t over,” she commented, but with no sign of admonishment in her voice.
     
    “I know; but, we need to talk.”
     
    He tilted her chin until she was looking him in the eye.
     
    “I think you know I want more from you than just a dance.”
     
    She knew what he wanted, but wanted to hear him say it.
     
    “What else can you want from me, Jay? We’re strangers. What else do you expect me to give you?”
     
    She spoke quietly. He realized she knew the answer, but wanted him to put his desires into words. She seduced him, now.
     
    “All I ask for now is this,” he said. He gave in and kissed her.
     
    She stood with