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her shocked expression, he corrected, “On the dance
floor, of course.”
    “Oh. Of course.”
    She closed the door and brushed past him, giving him a whiff
of a soft and seductive scent. Vanilla with something a little wild mixed in.
    Just like the woman. Sweet and innocent, but he’d bet his
career that her innocence hid a lurking wildcat just waiting for someone to let
her out of her cage.
    Mark wanted to be the one to set her free.
    He was in deep trouble.

Chapter Four
     
    Lara tugged at the hem of her dress for the umpteenth time,
conscious of how the silky material rode up her thighs.
    She was also fully aware of the way Mark’s eyes darted to
the skin exposed by the traveling material.
    They’d been in the car for over a half hour and during that
time he’d cast several glances in the direction of her legs. And cleared his
throat a lot. Other than that he was mostly silent. Probably wondering how
quickly he could get her back home.
    Although he had seemed genuinely pleased with her
appearance.
    God, she was so inept at reading a man’s sexual signals. And
she called herself an expert? Yeah, right. Only if the subject in question
wasn’t focused on her.
    She inhaled a shaky breath. Damn, he smelled good. Like the
mountains. Crisp, clean with a seductive spice that made her want to search his
skin for the location of that scent. Everywhere.
    Which immediately brought about a vision of her nuzzling his
balls. Damn.
    She cleared her throat.
    “Doin’ okay over there?” he asked.
    “Fine.”
    “You’re fidgety.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “You don’t get out much, do you?”
    Was it that obvious? “Not really. I prefer working on my
books and research.”
    “Real sex is more fun than reading about it.”
    Her gaze flew to his and he winked. “Well, it is.”
    Not the sex that she’d had. “I’ll take your word for it.”
    “I could…”
    He didn’t finish his sentence. She couldn’t resist asking,
“You could what?”
    Instead of answering, he turned into a parking lot filled
with cars. “We’re here.”
    Mark came around and opened her door, then led her to a
one-story brick building. She heard the music from the parking lot. People
milled outside. A neon sign blinked from the window, proclaiming the place as All
That Jazz.
    Smoke poured out of the dimly lit nightclub. Strains of a
saxophone wailing from the stage filled her senses with a slow, seductive
melody that sang through her nerve endings.
    Mark led them to a table in the corner of the room. The
place was packed tight, bodies undulating on the huge dance floor. The waitress
brought them drinks and Lara sipped hers while watching the interaction of the
couples milling about.
    “So, what do you think?” he asked.
    “I think this place is ripe for research.”
    He arched a brow and took a long swallow of his drink. “What
kind of research?”
    “Sexual.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    She nodded. “Sexual behaviors of the young and single
couples. I wish I’d brought my notepad. I could jot down some ideas or maybe
even wander around and ask some questions.”
    His lips curled. “Oh yeah. I know they would love that.”
    Good point. “Okay, maybe just observing will give me some
thought processes to go on.”
    “Tell me what you see.”
    “Look at that couple in front of us.”
    Mark’s gaze followed hers. “The woman in the red dress with
the really tall guy?”
    “Yes. See how he looks over her, not at her?”
    “Yeah. So?”
    “He’s not really interested in that particular woman.”
    “How can you tell?”
    She smiled, feeling more comfortable now that she they were
talking about her area of expertise. “His body language. He holds her loosely,
his hands barely grazing her hips. And no body contact. They’re at least six
inches apart. The fact he isn’t looking directly at her clearly indicates he’s
already scoping out another woman.”
    “Really. You can tell all that just by looking at them?”
    She turned to him and nodded.