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underdressed in his white oxford and slacks.
    Julia was sitting in a booth with Beth, sipping a tall martini and watching the dance floor. Between the sixties-style hairdos and the vintage clothing, they looked like they'd just walked off the set of "Mad Men." But Megan was missing. Peter scanned the room and spotted her right away. She was on the other side of the room with Kim, holding court.
    There were a half-dozen people around her, hanging on her every word. She had an almost fully filled martini glass in one hand and a cigar in the other. Simon pushed around Peter, slapping his back and urging him to the table. He stumbled the few feet but didn't sit down. He was transfixed by the sight of her.
    Megan's dark curls were smoothed into a soft cascade framing the side of her face, and tucked behind one ear was a red rose. Her lips were painted the same crimson color and her eyes were outlined in a dark shadow that just brought out the caramel color. She was still wearing the naughty librarian getup that hugged her ample breasts and flared out at the hips, emphasizing her sexy curves, but she'd added mile-high red stilettos.
    Megan was beautiful, but tonight she literally stole his breath. A whole troop of Vargas pin-up girls couldn't hold a candle to her.
    Megan caught sight of him, and brought the cigar to her lips, smiling seductively. With that gesture, the eroticism of the scene ticked up to a whole new level. Great. Now he was imagining exactly how those red lips would look wrapped around his cock.
    "Thirty. Can you believe it?" Simon said and slapped him on the back, bringing him back to reality. "You'd think she'd have grown up by now." He shook his head and sat down with the rest of their party. "Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to join us?"
    Peter was torn. Just this afternoon he'd concluded that in order for them to continue as friends, he needed to keep some distance. Not physical distance, but emotional. She was a grown woman and he needed to respect her choices. But fuck, he was teetering between wanting to throw his jacket over her, and an overwhelming desire to slide a hand up that dress to find out if she'd continued the vintage theme to her underwear. Peter swallowed the lump forming in his throat and sat down.
    "What's with the costumes?" he asked.
    "It was Meg's idea," Julia said with a smile. "We took some great photos earlier. The owner asked for some prints. Kim and Megan look amazing. I'm not sure I pull off the whole vintage thing."
    "You look great. I look like a house," Beth said, laughing.
    "You look great, babe," Matt said and leaned in for a kiss.
    "I want a photo of you," Simon said to Julia. "If you get all the settings fixed on the camera, I'm sure even Peter could get a couple shots of us tonight."
    Peter was too busy watching Meg flirt with the group of guys around her and was only partially paying attention to the conversation around the table. When he saw the blond to her left lean in and brush his lips against her ear, Peter got to his feet. "I going to say hello to Kim," he said. "And Meg."
    If they had anything to say about his sudden departure, Peter didn't notice. He crossed the room, wading through the crowd, all the while staring daggers at the asshole who was getting far too personal with Meg. Who did this guy think he was?
    "Meg, is there a problem here?" Peter said, trying hard to keep the anger out of his voice.
    "There you are," Meg said a little too loudly. "Took you guys long enough. I was beginning to worry you got lost in the woods" Leaning forward, putting those tits on display, she whispered, "But I'm glad you're here now."
    The young guy standing next to Meg touched her shoulder and whispered something in her ear. She laughed, but it didn't sound genuine.
    "This is Peter," she said. "He's the friend I was telling you about. Peter, this is Jan. He's from Norway."
    "Jan," Peter said through clenched teeth.
    "It's pronounced Y-aan," he said and