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Phillip.
    Phillip motioned with his head, and a moment later a bouncer was there, gently guiding her next-door drinker and his buddy to a private table. The offer of preferential treatment distracted them even as they were conducted away.
    Erin leaned on the bar, amused by the interaction. “Am I causing problems, Phillip?” she asked.
    He shrugged. “You would enjoy yourself a lot more upstairs than down here pushing my patrons’ buttons for whatever small edge it knocks off your itch.”
    The judgmental assessment was unexpected. She twisted on her stool and took him in, his unreadable eyes examining her silently until she had to look away. “My body, my choice.”
    There was nothing she could say more powerful—that they’d established the first time he’d proposed she might like to join the private section of his club. She knew what went on upstairs. Knew it too well, and had rejected it thoroughly.
    Timothy.
    The fact that she’d chosen to come here tonight of all nights suddenly disgusted her. Another example of her having lost her spine the instant the man stepped into her territory.
    This had been a bad idea from the start. She picked up her purse. “Thanks for the drink. I think I’ll call it a night.”
    Phillip’s classic control wavered. “But you just—” He glanced over her shoulder, and his expression broke into a smile. “—must meet someone before you go.”
    Out of nowhere a sense of complete dread struck. What were the odds? How was it possible? But she was nearly positive before she’d seen the proof.
    Her bar stool was slowly rotated until she looked into the deepest of sky-blue eyes matched by the sexiest smile.
    â€œOf all the gin joints, right?” Tim drawled. “You’re looking lovely, kitten.”
    A shiver rolled up her arm as he took her hand and delicately lifted it to his lips. When he paused, waiting for permission, she knew what she had to say. What she had to do.
    Get the hell out of there. Run. Hide. Do anything but dip her chin slightly and give the man permission.
    She should have known he couldn’t simply arrive and throw her world into a whirlwind. The dark blue dress shirt he wore lay open at the collar, the colour complementing his deep tan. The scruff that had covered his chin earlier in the day was shaved clean, so clean she wanted to rub against his skin to test the satiny smoothness. His hair was slightly unruly as if he’d recently dragged a hand through it, or crawled out of bed after hours of sweaty sex . . .
    . . . and this was not where she wanted her brain to go. Not really. Tim didn’t help her stick to platonic thoughts, though, as he slowly rotated her hand until her palm lay upward. Then he gently kissed the inside of her wrist.
    There was no way anyone could have missed her reaction. The entire damn bar might have shaken along with her body.
    â€œI take it you two know each other?” Phillip didn’t try to hide his amusement.
    Tim didn’t let her go, but simply answered the question without taking his gaze from where it was fixed on Erin’s face. “We’ve met a time or two.”
    â€œI was just inviting Erin to come upstairs for a visit.” It was clear Phillip was delighted by the turn of events. “Perhaps you can entice her to join us.”
    Erin reached deep and broke the spell Timothy was weaving. She shifted until she slid off the stool, her high-heeled boots landing on either side of his leg. The bare skin of her inner thighs brushed roughly against the stiff fabric of his dark black jeans.
    â€œThanks, but you’ll have to take Tim for a tour on your own.” She stepped around him, ignoring the urge to rub wantonly. There was only one solution to the situation. Diversion and distraction. “I have someone waiting for me.”
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    Tim twisted to watch as she worked her way across the