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from experience, most people hate dancing because they don't want to look like fools. In reality, as long as you're having fun, no one really cares."
    "The truth is, I get more girls sitting on my ass than shaking it," he said.
    Kris narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh, I see." After a brief pause, she walked toward the lounge facing the view outside and sat there. "You're right, let's sit for a while. Give our tummies some time to digest our food, first."
    "Okay. I'll pour us some wine," he said, frowning.
    Kris' expression made him think he'd said something wrong.

CHAPTER EIGHT

    Kris slumped on the sofa as Trey headed to his kitchen. She inhaled deeply before slowly letting it out, as she tried to make sense of her emotions.
    Why did it hurt when Trey so casually mentioned not wanting to dance because he got more girls just sitting around? She could see how that happened, too. The last time they were at a club, the redhead and another girl had approached him in a span of no more than thirty minutes since they'd arrived there.
    She tapped her foot, a habit she had when she wanted to distract herself from unwanted thoughts.
    Damn it. She was jealous.
    Damn it, damn it, damn it.
    Come fucking on, Kristen McCann. What were you expecting?
    She chewed her bottom lip and forced herself to pay attention to the vista—the one that always calmed her. Like Trey said, right now she was staring at the real thing and not some big picture on her bedroom wall.
    But her eyes couldn't focus. She stared unseeingly outside as her mind's eye pictured Trey getting chatted up by girls at the club just a few minutes' walk away from this apartment. Geez, how many women had he brought up here? Countless, she guessed.
    The thought was like ice water poured on her libido.
    She shook her head. She'd been so looking forward to tonight, but now she didn't know if she could go ahead with it. Sure, she could still take him through his dance lessons. She was a professional, after all. But sex? When she knew she'd just be one of the others?
    Oh, for heaven's sake, Kris. Why should that matter?
    Of course, she'd just be one of the girls. And Trey would just be one of the guys. Why limit herself to one fling partner? There was nothing stopping her from having more than one.
    Hah! If she was going to let her hair down, she might as well go all out. Trey would have other women. That was as sure as the sky was blue. No big deal, she would have other men after she finished with him. Things were really that simple. Right?
    "Hey, why the frown on that pretty face? I thought you said this view relaxes you." Trey sat next to her and handed her a glass of wine.
    She sighed and smiled at him. "You wouldn't want to know."
    "I asked, didn't I? Ergo, I would want to know," he said playfully, shifting in his seat to face her fully and brushing a strand of hair off her forehead. He'd done that a few times now, and she liked it.
    She sipped her wine and regarded him intently. "I was just thinking of how many flings I could have while I'm here."
    Trey stared at her in complete bafflement. "Why?"
    She shrugged nonchalantly.
    "Wow," he said as he straightened in his seat and looked outside. He looked annoyed, maybe even insulted.
    "Hey, that came out totally wrong," she said apologetically. "The truth was I was just put out at the thought of you taking other women to your bed."
    As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she zipped it. Once again, her filter failed her. Heck, she didn't want Trey to know about her feelings. She was positive it would make him run for the hills.
    "Why were you put out?" he asked cautiously, as if he was afraid of the answer.
    Think, Kris. Think!
    "Well, I suppose it's similar to your fear of dancing in front of people," she answered after a pause. "I don't want to be embarrassed if I'm not as good as most of the girls you've slept with. Since I haven't been with a man for almost a year, I could be rusty and…not satisfy you. That would be a blow to