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ÿIt was sheer chance that made Holly turn into the local bar to enter their dance contest--but the real dancing was in the back room! And when a gorgeous hunk started coming on to her, she got a whole lot more than she'd bargained for! ~~~~~ÿ Excerptÿ ~~~~~ The music and flashing lights hit her like a fist when she stalked inside. Startled, she hovered in the doorway while her eyes slowly focused. Gradually she sorted out shape and sound from the confusion. Twenty or so men and women were gyrating wildly up on the stage, while a few hundred more were packed together on the floor, drinking and shouting encouragement. Necking, too, she noticed, and groping each other like the world was about to end. Someone bumped into her, hard enough to make her stumble, and laughingly shouted an apology in her ear. Then someone else shoved a glass in her hand, and urged her to drink up. Daringly she chugged the entire glass, and felt it burn a path all the way from her throat to her stomach, where it pooled in a fiery glow that quickly spread through her entire body. Her hand was grabbed, and she was pulled into the mass of people by someone who danced a few quick steps with her, then vanished as someone else took his place. In short order, she was sure she?d danced with every man in the place--and probably half the women, too. She didn?t care. She was feeling rebellious and giddy from all the noise and excitement. A big hand closed over her right breast. She gasped in surprise, but didn?t jerk away. Here, in this noisy chaotic place, it seemed right and natural to flirt with her eyes and hands and body. Turning, she stared up into a magnetic pair of blue eyes. He was tall, and muscular, with coal-black hair and the chiseled features you might find on a Greek god. And a wicked grin with white teeth that flashed in the dim light. "Dance for me, Legs?" he taunted, rotating his lean hips as