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    “Both those for you, heavyweight?”
     
    “No.” Crossing her legs almost primly, Vicky fixed him with a challenging look. “One's for you. That's if you're man enough.”
     
    Like lightning, the man was upright and indignant. “You questioning my drinking threshold?”
     
    “Well, anyone who's scared of a slip of a girl on the dance floor wouldn't hold his liquor very well, I'd imagine.”
     
    “ Scared ?” His expression incredulous, he laughed and shook his head. “What on earth gave you that idea?”
     
    “Well, there's the fact that you can hardly look me in the eye for more than a minute for starters.” Just when she thought she might have him, he'd break eye contact, glancing around the club or down at his restless fingers on the table in front of him. However, at her accusation, his fingers finally stilled, and he graced her with a look that was the straightest he'd given since she'd sat down.
     
    “You want to know why I don't stare at you?”
     
    This ought to be good.
     
    As their drinks arrived, Vicky took both of them and set them in front of her obtrusively. “Do tell.”
     
    For a moment, his intense green gaze perused her from the top of her head to her stiletto clad feet and warmth pooled in her belly at his attention. When his eyes met hers again, they didn't waver. “Women like you are dangerous.” Reaching out, he plucked one of the half-full glasses from in front of her and downed the entire thing in one swallow. Placing the glass mouth-down on the table, he sat back once more, all cool allure. “And I'm smart enough to know it.”
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    In the dim light of the club, Vicky gave no indication that he'd drawn any reaction from her. Instead, she merely feigned surprise. “Dangerous? Me? I'm half your size.” She sipped at her own drink, relishing the warm buzz settling in.
     
    “And beautiful…and obviously smart. A quite lethal combination.”
     
    A chuckle escaped her at his assessment. Around them, couples locked in heated embraces,  lithe bodies ground against one another, and the music continued to pound; but, Vicky heard none of this. When she was on the hunt, she became single-minded. “Yet, you're still sitting here. If I were going to poison your drink, I would have done it already.”
     
    “No…” He appeared to muse for a moment, withdrawing a cigarette from the front pocket of his jacket to light up in a smooth motion. He took a deep drag before blowing smoke to settle above them in a hazy cloud. “A woman like you wouldn't use poison.”
     
    This one was interesting.
     
    Intrigued, Vicky leaned forward. “How would I do it, then?”
     
    Raising his hand to catch the waitress, he ordered two more double whiskeys. In response, the waitress arched her brow at them both. Vicky only gave her a winning grin, waiting with bated breath for her to move away so they could continue to discuss how she would murder her new companion.
     
    “Probably with a knife in the gut, face-to-face.” He considered her as he continued to puff away on his cigarette. “Poison is a coward's weapon. I can't see you being coward.”
     
    Vicky only laughed in amusement. “You don't know anything about me.”
     
    He smirked. “I know that you still came over here despite the fact that I broke our connection.”
     
    Connection? Connection ?
     
    Forget being coy. This guy was one cocky son of a bitch. “Let's just say I took it as a challenge.”
     
    His green eyes glittered in intrigue, as he said, “My point exactly.”
     
    The second round of drinks came, and unwilling to let herself fall behind, Vicky swallowed the rest of her third glass with relish before stealing one of his—not unlike he'd done to her only moments before.
     
    It went on that way for a while. A couple of hours passed, patrons passing in and out of the club with frequency as they traded banter and went drink for drink. By her seventh, Vicky was well and truly toasted;