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Although the brown’s really dark, almost
black. Weird with blond hair, but I think he spends time on the beach. Sun
highlights,” she explained.
    Her new friend, “Jack” according to his nametag, nodded.
“Anything else?”
    “Oh and he dresses well. All the time. I’ve never seen him
with his hair wet or wearing a T-shirt.”
    Jack nudged the hand clutching her glass—her other glass, because the first one was up to her lips—and inclined his head. “You
don’t mean him, do ya? Over your right shoulder.”
    Her heart started to pound so fast she actually felt dizzy.
What would he do when he saw her? Should she flash him her bare pussy? Would
that be like a mating signal, giving him permission? And God, was she really
getting drunk off half a mixed drink?
    “Not smart to skip dinner,” she mumbled, looking where Jack
had indicated. She saw blond hair but this guy’s was halfway down his back in a
messy ponytail. “Uh uh. Spencer never misses a trim. I’ve never even seen him
with stubble.”
    “Spence? Why the hell didn’t you say so?”
    Jack winked when she turned back around, but she definitely
didn’t get any friendly vibes now as she had from the guy manning the door. He
might as well have licked his lips, his meaning was so clear. Christ, did her
competition come with a penis?
    “I’m sure he’s upstairs,” he continued. “Hooked up with Nina
first thing. She’s delicious.”
    Kelly choked on her drink. Great. Nina probably didn’t feel
like a gangly wannabe sex kitten who’d somehow snuck into the lion’s den. “Were
they…” Jack wasn’t her best friend. She couldn’t get dirty with him, at least
not until she’d had a bit more to drink. “Getting busy?”
    “You mean fucking?” He gave her a kindly smile as he moved
down the bar to fill another order. “Not right here but that’s usually the way
of things. You know?”
    “Yeah.” Watching her boss have sex would definitely make
this a night to remember. “Can I bring a drink upstairs?” she asked, pushing
aside her empty glass.
    “Sure. He’s probably in the steam room. They both like it
hot.”
    Kelly didn’t stick around to chuckle with her new pal. She
eased off the stool and skirted the edge of the roped-off dance area with its
strobe lights and smoke machine. She sidled through the crowd, taking in all
the couples—and sometimes three- and foursomes—twined around one another, hips
gyrating to the pumping music. A stiff breeze and some of these chicks would be
getting pregnant. They were dancing that close.
    She hurried up the narrow winding flight of stairs to the
second floor. Immediately the noise level dropped and rhythmic Middle Eastern
music replaced the driving club beat. Exotic-sounding instruments accented the
sinuous melody, adding to the feeling of surreality. She’d truly stepped into a
whole new world.
    She took a deep breath and sandalwood incense singed her
nostrils. Or maybe it was the marijuana. Hard to tell.
    Sipping her drink, she glanced around the wide,
low-ceilinged room. Everything was red. Walls, carpet, couches. It looked as if
someone had blown up a watermelon. When her gaze landed on a pair on the couch in
flagrante delicto , she inhaled deeply. God. The guy’s pants bunched around
his ankles and his bare white butt flexed as he plunged into the beautiful
caramel-skinned woman beneath him. Her legs were practically behind her ears.
Kelly could hear her moans from across the room but the middle-aged couple
reading the paper beside them didn’t seem to notice.
    As the woman’s moans turned to shrieks, Kelly sucked down
another mouthful, nearly swallowing the tiny cherry-laden sword in the process.
She whirled away and stared at the glossy picture of overripe fruit on the wall
until the woman had finally calmed down and her own heart rate began to slow.
    What was she doing here? The idea of home seemed
ridiculously appealing at the moment. She had no clue where Alana had gone