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deigned to jump off his high horse to speak to a mere actress.
    “Why on earth would I owe you a dance?” Why on earth did the thought of being in his arms appeal more than anything she could imagine?
    Although his face remained unreadable, his eyes sparkled with mischief. Reminding her of how attracted she’d been to him in the taxi cab. Prior to the Ice Age.
    Oh, who was she kidding? His attitude hadn’t dampened the attraction, only intrigued her more, if anything.
    “I deserve the opportunity to repay your parting shot.”
    “Huh?”
    “I’m a horrible dancer.” His eyes twinkled with mischief and magnetism. “I figure I’ll step on your toes at least a hundred times before the song ends. If your feet are black and blue in the morning,” no man should look as delicious as he did at that moment, “it would make use even, don’t you think?”
    What she thought was that when he turned on the charm, women everywhere should run for cover. The man was lethal.
    Here she stood next to one of Hollywood’s hottest hunks flirting with her and all she could do was think how awesome Colin the Cold looked in his tux. How tempting his perfectly groomed hair looked–-she’d really like to run her fingers through those thick dark locks and tousle him good. And, at the moment, Colin didn’t look cold. He looked hot and enticing and all too tousle-able.
    “I’m Eric Ewing, and you’re Colin Crandall.” Hunk boy held out his hand. “I’ve seen your show.”
    “Thanks. I wouldn’t have thought it your style.” Colin shook his hand with a politician’s smoothness. Apparently his aversion to actors only extended to her. Or perhaps, females in general. Maybe he was gay.
    No, recalling how his gaze initially ate her up in the taxi, how he’d looked at her tonight, she knew he liked women.
    “Hey, man, you tell it like it is.” The dimples that had won female hearts around the world dug deep. “I’m from Texas so I can appreciate that. My oldest sister is your biggest fan. She sets her watch by your show. Says you are the man and should run for president or something.”
    “Just what’s your show about?” Somehow she couldn’t see him doing shows on “Grandma’s a hooker and wants you to join the family business” or “Why your best friend slept with your man”.
    “You’ve never seen the Colin Crandall show?” one of the other men–-she could never recall his name, but always thought of him as “Boob-gazer” because his eyes never raised above her cleavage–-asked, his eyes currently aimed at her chest.
    “Never,” she breathed in an exaggerated stage whisper. In truth, she’d never heard of it. Which was odd since she’d already discerned that she was an expert on talk shows. Perhaps he came on early mornings. That would explain it.
    “This guy doesn’t pull any punches.” Eric slapped Colin’s arm. “I especially liked it when you put that senator on the spot about his lobbying funds. What was his name?”
    Jessie watched in fascination as the temperatures plunged. Apparently senators fell in the same category as actresses because just looking at Colin threatened frostbite.
    He apparently couldn’t act at all or else he just didn’t care if the world knew he disliked the senator. His mouth drew into a tight line, his blue eyes darkened to almost navy, and his shoulders stretched the midnight material of his tuxedo jacket.
    “Bill Thomas.” The name growled low and menacing from Colin, but Jessie guessed she was the only one who noticed. Eric drooled over Colin. Boobgazer and the other man who’d been chatting her up still stared at her cleavage rather than pay much attention to Colin, conversation, or anything else.
    “Yeah, that’s the guy,” Eric exclaimed. “I liked how you pointed out how he’d bent the rules to line his campaign coffers a couple of years ago. You were awesome, man. Too bad he got off the hook because of some technicality.”
    Jessie lifted her eyebrows in