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the dark-haired man and Roth, but she supposed she couldn’t really call what her and Roth did dancing. It was always rough pawing, never soothing or even remotely sexual, at least not for her.
    “You never told me your name.” His words were a growl in her ear. His teeth nipped at her sensitive earlobe.
    “Kiera.”
    “Kiera,” he rumbled, hearing her amongst the crowd and music, and explored her neck with his mouth. His teeth tweaked at her flesh, causing her pulse to quicken. “An exotic name for an exotic woman. Your beauty is startling.” She shivered at his words. Never had she felt so attractive.
    “Thank you.” She lifted her head and met his dazzling green eyes. The shawl she’d made could hardly compare to the complexity of his irises. “What’s yours?”
    He leaned toward her ear . “Cain.”
    The name traced through her mind, awakening every feminine sense in her body.
    They stayed there, dancing amongst the crowd of sweating bodies, until Kiera lost track of time. It seemed like forever and yet not nearly long enough. She could have spent eternity with her body pressed against Cain’s.
    “Let’s get out of here.”
    Kiera almost nodded her head in agreement. She wanted to be in a bed, naked, with this man who called her beautiful. Bitter realization flooded her. She had nearly forgotten her purpose—to show him she wasn’t some easy lay.
    “No.” It was perhaps the hardest word she’d ever had to utter. The thick erection in his pants pressed against her, radiating heat. The shock on his face was palpable. She distinctly got the impression he wasn’t used to being told no.
    “Let me ease the desire inside you. I promise you won’t be sorry.” That was where he was wrong. She would be sorry. One night of passion wasn’t enough to sacrifice the body she’d always dreamed of.
    “Sorry,” she said and turned, leaving Cain on the dance floor. She knew if she didn’t, she would be tempted to take him up on his offer.
    Kiera didn’t dare think or breathe until she was safely outside the bar. The air outside was crisp and cold. It flooded her nose with the refreshing smell of the balsam firs. Many bordered the parking lot, creating an ominous view.
    It was almost winter time, and far too chilly to be out in a tiny dress with no coat. It didn’t matter, though. She felt a fraction better and wished it were colder. Perhaps then her still-sizzling senses would be numbed.
    The back door opened, revealing a pretty little brunette waitress wearing a nametag that read Leslie . Her uniform—if it could even be called that—consisted of a red see-through top and a thong to match. Leslie’s eyes locked on her the moment she stepped outside. Kiera was floored by the outright hatred in the woman’s dark brown irises. What the hell?
    Leslie lit a cigarette. “Saw you dancing with Cain in there. He’s quite a catch, huh?” The brunette exhaled a puff of smoke. Kiera immediately felt uncomfortable. She didn’t like this woman’s tone.
    “You like him?” Leslie asked.
    “No.” Kiera turned, deciding it was best that she go back in. Could this girl be Cain’s girlfriend? Why did that thought make her feel sick to her stomach?
    “You know he’s a player, don’t you? He doesn’t care about you one bit. He loves me. He’s just one of those men who like to play, you know? You just wait; he’ll rope you in, make you feel like you’re everything, and then drop you like you’re nothing. He always comes back to me. Keep that in mind the next time he’s buried between your thighs.” The words burned Kiera with a new kind of vicious heat.
    She shouldn’t have been surprised by any of this. She didn’t even know the man, for God’s sake. He’d spoken all of two words to her and she had the nerve to feel angry that he was with another woman. How ridiculous is that?
    “Thanks for the tip.” She wanted to say more, wanted to rip Leslie’s perfect brown locks from her head. Has to be a