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lack of dancing prowess didn’t seem to matter much. Even as beer steins and martini glasses smashed to the ground and, in full view of the entire bar, Sergio’s hands started to roam in places that had nothing to do with salsa dancing, nothing really seemedto matter. The bottom line was that a Latin hunk was dancing on the bar with Hayley Jane Smith trussed up as a buxom Bavarian virgin.
    And what this told Hayley, as she leaped off the bar into Sergio’s arms and headed with him to the coat closet, was that all men were ultimately the same.
    Sergio pushed aside a wad of coats and moved Hayley into the back recesses of the closet, his hand wandering around her thighs searching for access. “ Querida, querida ,” he murmured as he pushed his knee between her legs and started to grind his hard-on into her pelvis while sucking on her neck.
    Hayley really hadn’t done the drunken snogging thing since college and was thoroughly enjoying that hazy, lusty, pit-of-the-stomach sensation. Since her inhibitions had pretty much disappeared several beers ago, she figured what the hell, maybe she could get an orgasm out of the evening. She reached down and flipped the skirt upward flat against her body to get better contact with Sergio’s leg.
    Unfortunately, his hands moved up her waist toward the boobs. Well, that was enough to break any woman’s concentration. There was no way Hayley was traveling to the land of humiliation by letting him discover that her ample Bavarian bosom was a fake.
    She pushed his hands down, hoping he’d pick a more southern destination to grope. Unfortunately, the train was an express. Blurting out a fervent prayer to Santa Maria, Sergio flailed out an arm for something else to hold on to, latched on to a coat, and yanked it off the hanger as he came into his perfect European trousers.
    Hayley leaned against the closet wall as Sergio slobbered on the side of her neck in ecstasy.
    Interesting.
    Stripped down to their very essence, gorgeous or disgusting, men were all just a bunch of drooling horndogs. There was nothing discriminating or intimidating about them. That was Suz’s basic underlying truth.
    Once she could see that, Hayley realized there was really no point in waiting all her life to see which men would come to her. She might as well make a well-thought-out decision about which drooling horndog she really wanted and actively pursue him. Even if he was good-looking enough to give her a complex under normal circumstances. In fact, especially if he was good-looking. Because all she had to do was go up to one and ask.
    It was a heady realization. Principle understood. Execution yet to come.
    Suddenly the closet door opened. “Hayley, you done in there?”
    Suz. “Yeah.” Hayley eased away from Sergio and let him fall to the ground. Patting at her costume to straighten whatever might need straightening, she stepped through the wall of coats into the bar, ignoring Sergio’s muffled cry of “ un momento! ”
    Suz had changed back into her regular clothes and had her own bag and Hayley’s bag with her. “I’m driving you home. We can pick up your car tomorrow.” She put an arm around Hayley’s waist and led her out the door and down the street. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to go home with him or not.”
    â€œNah. We were kind of petering out anyway. There were too many things to deal with. I clearly wasn’t going to get any satisfaction.”
    Suz propped her against a tree and opened the cruiser’s door. Hayley winced at the sound of scraping metal, then rolled herself around the tree trunk and stumbled into the car.
    She adjusted the seat into a reclining position and let her head loll to the side. Her head seemed somewhat large for the rest of her body. It was heavy. Heavy and stuffy was her head. “God, what’s that smell? Is that me? Shit, Sergio couldn’t have—”
    â€œNah.