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thing tonight. Maybe share a few drinks in my room afterwards? The evening might turn out to be pretty interesting. The four of us could give Lou a run for her money, what do you say?”
    “Thanks, but I already have a date.”
    “Well, bring her along. The more the merrier, I always say, especially if it’s women. You always did have good taste.”
    A cold knot of anger formed in Dan’s gut that Pete would suggest Mary be part of such a group. But then, Pete didn’t know how special she was. “Nope. This woman is an old friend, and I’m watching out for her. Keep your grubby hands off.”
    Pete blew a low whistle. “Must be serious.”
    So as not to give Pete any reason to continue the conversational thread, Dan shrugged. “We met by accident at the airport. She’s here alone and it seemed like the polite thing to do to invite her. Don’t make more of it than it seems.”
    Dan and Pete had been friends for years but he didn’t want to say too much about Mary. Maybe because he wanted to be sure where he stood with her, or maybe because Pete represented a side of his life better left behind. If he and Mary were to build anything together—and that was what he wanted to begin exploring—then all things wild and degenerate had to be left behind.
    It was time, anyway. Dan hadn’t felt the urge for the kind of night Pete offered for a long time. He knew Mary had reached the stage where she wanted to settle down. Thank God she hadn’t gone through with that wedding. Dan prayed she didn’t think all men were like her former fiancé. He hoped she could be serious about a man again, this time putting him in the lead role.
    He finished his drink and wandered off, once again counting the minutes until he could leave.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
    “Oh my God, you look beautiful.” Dan took in the vision in red standing in the middle of the suite living room. Mary fiddled with a jeweled bracelet he had bought on impulse on his way out of the MGM.
    “I love this dress, Dan. Thank you. And the bracelet is really too much.”
    “My pleasure. The dress is perfect, but I wish you hadn’t sent back the other outfits. Especially that black dress.” He waggled his brows suggestively.
    When Mary opened all the boxes Betty sent, she’d insisted on returning everything but the nightgown. He wondered if it wasn’t the soft femininity of it that made her want to keep it. That he’d had a pornographic daydream about her wearing it didn’t bother him in the least.
    She laughed. “The black number is a man’s dress.”
    “What?”
    “The kind of dress a man buys for a woman because he likes it. Like lingerie for an anniversary gift.”
    He skimmed a look down her body. “Any man would love giving you lingerie.”
    “And from the right man, I’d love to receive it.” He snapped his gaze back to her face where sadness shone in her eyes. “I hope I find the right man someday.”
    “You will.” He sounded blatantly confident because he intended to show her how it felt to be with someone a far-sight better than the scum she’d almost married
    She gave a short laugh. “I haven’t done well so far.”
    “The problem—and the loss—is What’s-His-Name’s, not yours.” Dan offered his arm. “Shall we go, madame ? The limo awaits.”
    She tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. Her smile made him forget everything, and he had to remind himself to breathe. His cock came to life, too, and he forced visions of Mary writing in ecstasy beneath him, her lips swollen from kisses and her nipples peaked from his suckling, to the back of his mind.
    He had to stop thinking like that or he’d be hard all night. Though how he could stand beside her, smelling her perfume and touching her as they mingled and chatted, and not sport a hard-on, he didn’t know. This party promised to be longer than any other he’d ever attended.
     
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    The cocktail party was held in the ballroom at the MGM. In one corner, a