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point across his flat stomach and to his groin where his erection, long and hard, said he wanted her. She’d been too far gone with need to care then whether he wanted her or any female body, but now she wanted to know. Today, when she walked out of the dressing room, she thought she’d seen something more than random desire, and a thrill had run through her.
    In school, she hadn’t fit into Dan’s world. She’d been fat and geeky, and he’d been one of the most popular boys. Cheerleaders or flashy girls with D-cup breasts had been more his style. Still, he’d been nice to her. When he stopped to say hello in the hall, always with girls hanging on both arms, she hadn’t felt invisible.
    Now she wasn’t fat. In fact, judging from her reflection dressed in those expensive gowns, she had a half-decent body. Maybe now she could discover if Dan had ever, in his wildest moment, cared for her the way she had for him.
    Correction. The way she did care. The daydream outside the dress shop at The Venetian had initiated a wealth of emotion. She might have been ready to marry Ralph, but it was Dan who ignited a fire in her, who made her feel sexy and desired.
    Maybe because she’d learned of Ralph’s lies, she now realized other things. Like his demand that she always comply with what he wanted to do, or what he thought, or wished. She’d fallen in line almost without thinking. Years of believing she would never be attractive enough to find love had left her without the confidence to stand up to him. Now she knew how wrong she’d been.
    Ralph had exposed her to their friends and family as a fool. If he’d loved her, he would have cherished and protected her. For most of her life she’d thought herself unattractive and unworthy, but it was Ralph who wasn’t worthy, of her love or her loyalty.
    On the other hand, Dan had backed away last night because he feared she was doing something she’d regret. He hadn’t wanted her hurt. Well, she wouldn’t let him back away again. Tonight if necessary, she’d follow him to his room. She’d strip down and straddle him, and make him take her, all night, just as he’d promised the night before. There’d be no regrets because being with Dan was what she wanted. Her childhood dreams had a chance of coming true if she took the steps needed. Tonight she’d start.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Hey, Buddy, how’s it going?” Pete Saunders held up his empty glass to the bartender and nodded that he wanted another.
    “Fine,” Dan answered. He’d been here schmoozing with clients and corporate employees all afternoon. In years past he hadn’t minded this kind of thing, but today pictures of Mary in those two dresses kept interrupting his thoughts. He wanted nothing more than to be at the
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, making sweet love to her. He hoped Mary would understand he wanted to be more to her than a shoulder to cry on after her wedding fiasco, that he wanted to be the man to make her forget all about What’s-His-Name.
    Pete seemed not to notice his reticence. “Louise Parker is in the room next to mine,” he confided in a low voice, “and there was wall banging going on all night. I think I heard more than one man, too.”
    “One thing about Louise,” Dan replied just as quietly, “she aims to please.”
    “Brings back memories, doesn’t it?”
    Dan snorted a laugh. “Yeah, it does.” A few years ago, he and Pete had shared a memorable night with Louise, making her the center of a sandwich. At some point during the night, the two men had switched places. Louise hadn’t seemed to care who had her front or back, she’d been insatiable either way. Strange that now Dan felt only mild curiosity about who Louise had been with, and not a desire to repeat his night in her bed. Pete could have all the crazy nights of wild sex, sharing multiple partners. Dan wanted only one woman right now, and she was back at the
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    “If you’re interested, I think I can get us dates for the