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my skin as I walk through the throng of beating bodies. We stop at the center in the middle of the writhing dancers. Every muscle in my body coils, ready to spring to life. Shyness be damned, whenever I dance a rush of confidence surges through me.
    I raise my hands and close my eyes, overtaken by the tempo of the music. That’s when I feel it. The air crackles and an electric energy hums through my flesh. A warm hand slides down my waist, settling on my hip. My eyes flash open. Before I can react to whoever is touching me, a charming smile gleams down at me. Mr. Adonis, in the flesh, materializes before my eyes.
    He dips his head to my ear and asks, “May I join you for this dance?” His voice is loud, but deep and husky, sending another wave of energy that reaches down to my marrow.
    I open my mouth to answer. His eyes drop to my lips. He swallows which causes his Adam’s apple to move in an erotic way. I picture my tongue running over it and dampness floods my panties. What’s wrong with me? My body’s reaction is unprecedented. Well, in my defense, the man before me is more like one of those Greek gods than an actual human.
    The already heated temperature of the room rises to a suffocating level. I want to say something, but manage only to produce an ungraceful sound. Thank God for small favors. I’m sure the loud music muffled it and saved me from dying of embarrassment.
    I give up on producing speech and eagerly bob my head in agreement. Maybe I seem a little too eager because he chuckles before moving his other hand and planting it on my hip.
    I swoon. My legs tremble, threatening to give out.
    He must sense the pathetic state my body is in. With a firm tug, he pulls me closer to him and threads a muscular thigh between my legs. Whoa! Is this too close too soon? Ah, who am I kidding? He feels good, and I have no intention of stopping.
    My body flushes against his and we start what is certainly the most erotic dance of my life.
    If I thought I was a good dancer, I have finally found my match. Mr. Adonis, to my delight, is exceptional.
    Even though I don’t even know his name, we dance with the intimacy of lovers. And the feelings! It’s as if we’ve known each other before, maybe in another life.
    A siren blares in the back of my mind as it fiercely tries to bring me back to my rational self. Vainly reminding me that this is way out of bounds. I blissfully ignore it.
    We continue the provocative dance.
    This stranger enthralls me. His body, his stare, and the way his hands possessively hold my waist, it’s all like a concoction of a strong hallucinogen. At this moment, I have no desire to be cautious or sober.
    My body moves with reckless abandonment, throbbing to the commanding beat of the drums. The music, the lights, and his radiant heat all serve to transport me to an alternate world composed only of our mingled bodies.
    Song after song, we dance, throb, pulse. Our bodies, beaded with sweat, cling to one another. I slide my hand around his neck. He slides his hands over my ass. We grind and grapple shamelessly.
    If this were under different circumstances, I would be mortified. I’d never behaved so uninhibitedly toward a guy. Somehow, this stranger unhinges me to the core. Not even my alter ego, Rita, would ever behave this way.
    My body floats on a cloud of lust and desire. My hands travel from his neck to his chest to his shoulders. I writhe and twist with the beat of the music. All my senses are hyper-aware of his proximity.
    I lose track of time. We could have been dancing for years, or hours. I don’t have the slightest idea. I do know, however, that the instant lust and chemistry we initially had quickly shifts to something strangely deeper. It’s like returning home after a long journey. I shake my head, questioning my sanity but immediately discard the concern. We’re just dancing for crying out loud. People do this all the freaking time. No overthinking allowed.
    I decide to focus on the here