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in breathless anticipation. Tonight, a man, a man she chose, was going to drop the world at her feet because he wanted her that bad. Heat spread to her core. If only that man could be Mr. Dangerous.
    As she slowed her approach to the bar, Sophia boldly cast her gaze from side to side, deciding which male appealed to her the most.
    She picked a seat between two handsome men, who returned her smile with wide ones of their own.
    â€œSophia!” Arabella called over the music.
    She turned to see her friend, complete with skintight neon green sheath mini dress, tiara and white and gold Bride-to-Be sash, drink in hand, sashaying toward her.
    â€œOh, my gawd, who was that guy you were talking to on the dance floor?” she said, looking over her shoulder as if he would materialize. “He looked like he was going to eat you up right then and there!”
    Sophia giggled and walked over to her friend.
    Bella slid an arm around Sophia’s waist and hugged her. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you giggle before, Soph. I wish you never had to go home.”
    Sophia’s carefree mood slipped a few notches just thinking about what tomorrow would bring. But when she looked up and caught the bartender’s eyes she called out to him, “Two shots of Don Julio anejo.”
    As she wedged herself against the bar, she pulled Arabella with her, moving over the two guys, who looked at them both with hopeful lust in their eyes.
    When the shots were poured, Sophia handed one to her friend, clinked her glass and said, “To freedom.” Then tossed it back. “One more, please,” she said to the bartender, who quickly filled her shot glass again.
    As she raised the glass to her lips, Arabella was pulled away by one of her other girlfriends, and Sophia was left sitting at the bar, but not alone.
    The nice-looking blond guy to her left leaned in and said, “Next one’s on me, Pretty in Pink.”
    Sophia smiled and tossed back the tequila, enjoying the smooth burn. For a girl who didn’t get out much, she loved her tequila. It was the one vice she shared with her father. She had become quite the aficionada.
    When the man handed her another shot, she smiled and was about to take it when he was abruptly removed from his barstool.
    In his place stood the dark-haired man from the dance floor. He slid the full shot across the bar to the bartender and said, “She’s done for the night.”
    Despite his magnetism and her body’s immediate yearning to be touched by him, Sophia was having none of this stranger controlling her evening. Controlling men were banned from her life for the duration of her stay of execution.
    â€œDon’t listen to him, bartender, he’s not the boss of me. I’d like that shot, please,” she said, turning her back on the domineering man.
    â€œGive it to her and you’ll be picking yourself up off the floor,” the stranger said dangerously.
    Sophia turned so fast her breasts rubbed across his hard chest. A shock as if she had touched a live wire shot straight to her vagina. “I—” she gasped, trying to tamp down the fiesta happening in her panties while remaining indignant. “I don’t know who you think you are,” Sophia sputtered, “but you were not invited to my party tonight. Please mind your own business.”
    He smiled that thousand-watt smile and leaned into her. She gasped, backing away. If he touched her she’d do something stupid like jump in his lap. “You’re my business tonight, hot stuff.”
    When the guy sitting on the other side of her stood and his buddy came back around, they moved in on the stranger. “Hit the road, asshole,” the one who bought her the drink said.
    â€œOr we’re going to mop the floor with your face,” his friend added.
    â€œUm, guys, please,” Sophia said as she stood and put her hands against the stranger’s hard chest. The