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do you think we could listen to something a little faster? All this turning is making me dizzy.”
    “Fast, slow, you really should make up your mind.” He smirked. “Fast it is, but first…” He lowered his head again for another peck on her lips, then moved to her forehead to plant a kiss there and one on each eyelid before sliding her lips across her cheek to her earlobe. He nibbled it. “I needed another taste.”
    Holly bit her lip to keep from moaning. His hot breath against her ear gave her goose bumps, and she shivered just a little. What was it they were talking about again? Right, dancing, music, something with a faster beat. Her hands went to her stomach as butterflies fluttered wildly inside, but she felt queasy again when Cole revealed his next plan.
    Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” began, and she watched him slide the chair he’d been using closer to one of the beams in the basement. “Show me what you’ve got.”
    “What I’ve got?” she repeated stupidly. “Um.”
    “Come on, Hol, dance for me.”
    She bit her lip and stood there, momentarily speechless. Damn, I’m not sure how much longer I can stand up, let alone dance. Can I do this? She shrugged to herself and blinked through the haze. It all feels like a dream anyway, so why the hell not? The real question was would she hate herself come morning? She got the feeling Cole wasn’t expecting her to just move to the music, he was expecting a show. He wanted her to strip.
    She cleared her throat and closed the distance separating them. Her hips swayed, her arms were in the air, and she used the beam to her advantage as a substitute stripper pole. With chest pushed out, her back arched, and hands roaming down her body, Holly slid down the pole and then back up again. He beckoned her closer with a finger, and she complied with legs spread on either side of him when she got to the chair he occupied. Her boobs were in his face now, and her ass was in his lap, moving seductively to the beat.
    He leaned forward to kiss her breasts, but she wasn’t having it. “Uh, uh, uh.” She shook her finger back and forth. “Isn’t it a rule that you’re not supposed to touch?” Man, it’s fun to be a tease sometimes. She stood up.
    “I didn’t think those rules applied here. You don’t strip for a living, and we’re not in the bar.”
    “Hmm, I guess you’ve got a point.” She stopped dancing and stood in front of him now. She had to widen her stance to keep from falling on her butt. Fisting the hem of her shirt, Holly slowly yanked it over her head and threw it in his direction before working on her jeans. In no time she was down to her bra and panties, and then it all went back to hell.
    “Oh God.” Holly gagged. “I don’t feel so good.” She gagged again and put a hand in front of her mouth. Shit! It was either that or vomit all over him.
    She heard clapping when she ran to the stairs to make it to the bathroom in time, and a bunch of male laughter followed.
    “Nice show,” someone shouted.
    Bastard had his friends out of sight but knew they were watching the whole time. He set me up, but why? Because he’s an ass, plain and simple. They all are.
    “Oh God.” Moaning again, she barely made it to the toilet before she threw up everything in her stomach and then some.
    She leaned against the wall after rinsing her mouth and slid to the floor. After banging her head a few times she ended the night with a good cry. “I’m so stupid.”
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    What the hell?
    Holly woke to the sound of banging in the kitchen and groaned. “Chrys, someone’s here—Chrys?” Despite the noise, her sister was still sound asleep in the next bed.
    Well, isn’t that lovely. Not! Okay, plan B—get dressed and find something for protection. Just in case.
    After putting on her pants and untucking her nightshirt, the first thing she spotted was the bedside lamp. It’s better than nothing. Holly