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just beside hers. He could feel her exhale, the hot air moving past him and putting decadent thoughts into his head. Then she turned her head until her lips brushed his neck. The touch was electric. He felt as though he had been shocked, his whole world rocked to the very core of his marrow.
    The scent of her perspiration was enticing. He could imagine that smell in another situation, with her legs spread and her body beneath his. The thought was a jolt to his system. He drew back, pulling away from Dani and twirling her away from his body to put some distance between them.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked, a frown creasing the delicate skin between her brows.
    “Nothing.”
    “It’s not nothing,” she argued. “You just pushed me away as though I burned you.”
    “Let’s get a drink, shall we?” He tugged her off the dance floor, hoping she would let the subject drop.
    “Tell me what’s wrong,” she demanded as soon as he chose a table near the stage.
    He pulled her chair out, seating her before taking his own place. Josef sought an answer that wouldn’t make him look like an ass. There wasn’t one. “I was getting hot. I thought you might be as well.”
    Her blue eyes danced with mirth. “Oh I think you were getting hot all right.”
    “What are you talking about?” Then he realized he had handed her all the ammunition she might need to tease him mercilessly.
    Which she did with aplomb. “I might not be as experienced as some of those women out there, but I know a hard-on when I feel one,” she informed him with obvious glee.
    “So you might give a guy a break and appreciate the fact that I wanted to take a minute to get control of myself.” He signaled a waitress to bring them drinks.
    “You’re assuming I didn’t want you to lose control.” The silky sound of her voice pushed every other rational thought out of his brain.
    “What are you saying?” Josef frowned.
    “Just that I can tell you’re interested.” She gestured to herself. “You’ve been staring at me since before I put on this fabulous little number.”
    “You look nice,” he said uncomfortably. “That doesn’t mean I have any intention of giving in to my base urges.”
    “ Pfft !” She rolled her eyes. “Base urges? Really? Don’t you realize that I put the dress on because I wanted you to pay attention? I wanted you to want me. Is that so hard to believe?”
    Thankfully the waitress chose that moment to bring their drinks to the table. Or rather, she brought a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. Considering Dani had just turned twenty-one in the last year, Josef should have been a little more thoughtful with his drink choice. But before he could ask her if she’d like to order something else, Dani poured herself a shot and threw it back like an old pro.
    “What else did you learn at that fancy college your papa sent you to?”
    Her expression was positively devilish. “Oh, this and that, you know? I actually started bartending at a local dive when I had my birthday. The tips are amazing.”
    Josef found he was very opposed to the idea of Dani standing behind a bar being hit on all night long by half-drunk college boys. He poured his own shot of vodka and threw it back to ease the irritation winding its way through his body.
    “I didn’t date much, though,” she informed him. “Boys, men, they’re mostly the same.”
    “Meaning?”
    “They all want a free pass to get in your pants.” She poured another shot, setting this one in front of him. “Have another, Josef. And then a few more so I can drive you home.”
    “Ah, so you’re trying to get me drunk in order to steal a chance behind the wheel of my car?” He was trying so hard not to be bewitched by this woman. Too bad he was failing miserably.
    “Can you think of a better reason?” She moaned, the sound raising the hair on the back of his neck. Then she licked her lips. “That car is worth any amount of manipulation I can think up.”
    “As opposed