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you implying that I can’t dance?” She ignored his hand and walked alongside him
     to the dance floor.
    “I have no idea whether you can or not. You do seem to be having trouble staying upright.”
    “I caught my stupid heel,” she said indignantly. “How women wear these things all
     day long I have no idea. And I don’t intend to find out.”
    When they reached the dance floor, he placed his hands on her waist, and she stifled
     a gasp as satin slithered over skin. To distract herself from the sensation, she said,
     “So, is that what makes you irresistible to women—your classy taste in pick-up lines?”
    He laughed as he tucked her closer against him and started to move. “Oh, yeah, and
     I’ve got a bucket-load of them.”
    “I’ll bet.” She could smell his aftershave; it was the one he always used. She knew
     it so well, working side by side with him as often as she did, but tonight it made
     her nostrils tingle. That was new. “Such as?”
    He thought for a moment, then said, “There seems to be something wrong with my phone.
     It doesn’t have your number in it.”
    “Don’t tell me that works?”
    “Yep.” He grinned. “Like a charm.”
    “Wow, that just reinforces my opinion of your girlfriends.” She frowned, but it had
     less to do with the women who’d go for that line and more to do with her own unaccountable
     reaction to dancing with him. In these four-inch heels she was almost as tall as him.
     She could feel his hips against her hips, and his thighs against hers. Her body seemed
     to be melting against him, and the more she tried to stiffen and pull back, the firmer
     his hold on her became.
    “Then there’s the old standby: Are you taking applications for your fan club?”
    “That’s so lame.”
    “I have plenty more where that came from.” He hesitated. “You make my software turn
     to hardware.”
    Her eyes widened.
    Laughing at her expression, he said, “Some women appreciate my wit.”
    “Never heard it called that before.”
    Before he could answer, her heel gave way and she lurched to the side, saved from
     falling by his firm hold.
    She stepped out of the broken shoe. “Okay, that’s it for me. My signal to go home.”
    “You can’t dance without shoes?”
    He sounded disappointed, and she looked up, surprised. She shook her head. “This dress
     is too long. It would be ruined, and as it’s the only dress I own, I think I should
     look after it.” As she spoke, she gathered the hem in one hand and slipped off the
     other shoe. “I’m ready to leave, anyway. It’s been a long day.”
    And she did not need to hear any more about Aaron’s wit .
    “How are you getting home?”
    “I’m sharing a taxi with Sasha.” Looking around, she spotted Sasha, still dancing
     with Kane, and from the smile on her face, she wasn’t in any hurry to leave. “Or maybe
     I’ll be catching a taxi on my own.”
    “From here? You’ll be waiting an hour for it to arrive. I might as well drive you
     since I’m going to the city anyway.”
    “You? Haven’t you been drinking?”
    “No, of course not. One glass of champagne hours ago.”
    “Oh.” She scooped up the shoes. She really didn’t want to wait around for an hour
     or more now that she’d made the decision to leave. “Okay, then. I’ll let Sasha know
     she’s on her own.”
    Aaron glanced across the floor at Sasha. “Or not.”
    As Jasmine turned, she saw what he meant. Sasha had her head on Kane’s shoulder and
     they were looking very…together. At least Sasha wouldn’t be unhappy about Jasmine
     heading off without her, and Kane would look after her, she was confident of that.
     He might be young, but he was reliable, unlike some.
    She glanced at Aaron, then shivered because she was no longer pressed up against the
     wall of masculine heat that was his body.
    “Cold?” He started to shrug out of his suit jacket.
    “No .” She shook her head. She did not want his jacket; it would feel far too