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little group. They’d finished eating about half hour ago and most of the guests now mingled or populated the dance floor. He would’ve liked to sit next to Sandy while they ate the five-course meal, but he knew someone would out him. For now, he’d rather Sandy didn’t know whom he was.
    “Hi, Cam. Great do.” Daniel slapped him on the back when he joined them. “But I have to tell you, my wife has fallen in love with your—”
    “Do you mind if I steal Sandy away for a dance?” He couldn’t let Daniel finish. Not when he had a pretty good idea what the other man was about to say. He took Sandy’s flute and placed it along with his own on a passing tray, before guiding her to the dance area with a hand on her lower back.
    She stopped halfway to their destination as if only just realising what had happened. “How about asking me if I want to dance with you?”
    She was cute when she was annoyed.
    He gave her his most charming smile. “I’d be very honoured if you would take pity on me, princess, and dance with me.”
    She stepped back. “Sorry, Cameron. My dance card is full.”
    As she took a couple of steps away from him, Cameron felt a desperation he’d never experienced before. If he didn’t get Sandy to spend time with him outside of work, he didn’t stand a chance of moving past colleague status. He wanted her to see him as much more than a co-worker. He wanted it more fiercely than he’d wanted a puppy at six years old.
    “If you dance with me, I’ll give the charity one hundred thousand pounds!”
    Sandy gasped, swung back to face him, and covered her mouth with her hand. In fact, hers wasn’t the only gasp to ring out around the vast marbled room. Regrettable, by the time he’d made the pledge Sandy was halfway back to her friends, making it necessary for Cameron to shout the offer at the moment the band paused between numbers, allowing everyone in the room to witness his desperation.
    Sandy moved her hand from her mouth and placed it on her slender hip. “Are you out of your mind? You can’t make promises like that.”
    He stalked toward her, holding up the index finger on his right hand for emphasis. “One dance, Sandy. I’m good for the money.”
    A few chuckles punctuated the silence while Sandy pinned him with a dagger-glare.
    “That’s peanuts to him,” a male voice yelled, “Make him pay a million.”
    “Hey Cameron, I’ll dance with you for free,” another voice piped up, female this time.
    “Me too!” Several female voices intoned.
    “Thanks, ladies, maybe later. Right now I’m finding it difficult to resist the challenge Miss Donovan presents.”
    Someone huffed. “That’s rich men for you, always after a challenge.”
    Cameron stopped inches from Sandy. Close enough to notice the colour pouring into her cheeks. His conscience pricked, he hated that he’d embarrassed her. He took her hands, about to apologise and release her from the spectacle he’d created of them.
    In a low sultry voice, she said, “Make it two hundred thousand, and I’ll dance with you.”
    Forget his intentions, he’d take it.
    “Deal.” Her hands still in his, he tugged her against him, enjoying the blast of awareness that sizzled between them. Locking her in place with an arm around her narrow waist, he waltzed her toward the dais where the band began to play once more. “But for that sort of money, I expect the dance to last five songs.” He twirled her when they got in front of the platform. Unable to resist teasing her, he continued, “It’s only reasonable since I’m going to have to mortgage my entire life to pay for it.”
    She missed a step. A horrified expression changed her features from annoyed to contrite. “Oh, Cam, I’m so sorry. I got caught up in the moment. It was stupid of me to make you agree to so much money in front of all these people.” She glanced around them and worried her bottom lip, her frown so focused her fine brows became one straight line. “No one