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she wasn’t here to see me now.
    I wandered back through the dance floor, pushing my way past writhing bodies to get to the back hallway. There, couples were pressed against the wall doing all kinds of things that I’d only read about in books. The bathroom door for the girls’ room was open, and I poked my head inside to see if April was there.
    Two women looked up from the bathroom sink. Their eyes were glazed over, and I saw a smudge of white powder under the nose of the nearest one. She lifted an arm and spoke rapidly in Spanish.
    “Sorry!” I said. I turned around and ran straight into a wall.
    No, it wasn’t a wall. It was a man’s chest. A dark suit, so expensive that I cringed at the smudge of lip gloss that had come off on his lapel. As I lifted my head and opened my mouth for yet another apology, I froze.
    It was the guy from upstairs. His eyes were icy blue, and his dark blond hair was slicked back. Every feature of his was drawn tight, but despite his cold expression, something in his face made my body respond instantly with warmth. I swallowed hard, my heart beating double time. There were words on my tongue, I just couldn’t find them. The way he was looking at me made my body clench with desire.
    “Ex—excuse me,” I said. I licked my lips. “I was looking for my friend—”
    “You’re beautiful,” he said. “Dance with me.”
    It was an order, not a question. The words went through my body with a shiver. He put an arm around my waist and drew me close to him as we moved back onto the dance floor.
    The pressure of his hand against the small of my back sent thrills through my core. We swayed to the music, our hips in synchrony. I felt dizzy with desire as the beat thudded through my chest. His palm was hot, even through the fabric of my dress. Was that the reason I felt so overheated?
    I looked up into ice blue eyes that bored into me like a drill. This guy—this guy wasn’t dancing with me, was he? His white shirt stretched out over a chiseled body that could have been a football quarterback’s. His arms were all muscle, and his features were dramatic and dark—dark eyebrows slanting over his light blue eyes, dark stubble on his jaw. He was beauty incarnate. As we moved to the music, I let him draw me closer.
    Our bodies pulsed against each other, and as the song ramped up to a thick, heavy beat, he ran his hand down my back. Every nerve inside of me was shot through with electricity. As the first song ended and the next began, he stepped back closer to the back hallway, pulling me along.
    “Um, thanks for dancing with me,” I said. Sheesh. Way to go, Jessica. Just what your mom would think to say. But he only smiled back at me.
    “The pleasure’s all mine,” he said.
    I felt like pumping my fists in the air and cheering for myself. Why had I been so unsure about coming to Mexico? This was… this was perfect.
    “What’s your name?” I asked, tilting my head flirtatiously. I tried to channel my inner Mimi. She would know exactly how to flirt with this kind of guy.
    He bent his head down as though he hadn’t heard me, although the music wasn’t nearly as loud in the back hallway.
    “What’s yours?”
    “Jessica.”
    “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He spun me around to the music and I turned, laughing. The lights above sparkled and the music filled my ears. This handsome man, this Greek god, was dancing with me—me! I couldn’t stop the swelling in my heart.
    At the end of the spin, my heel caught a bit on the floorboards and I stumbled. He caught me in his arms, pulling me into a tight embrace against his body.
    I gasped. He was hard—I could feel him bulging outward through his pants. His erection pressed into my inner thigh as he held me and brushed my hair off of my shoulder. I thought that he would be embarrassed, but there was no hint of shame in his face, only desire, a fierce, fierce desire. When he bent down and kissed my bare neck, I melted into his