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about me, and he used me to get back at
you,” she argued.
    “I
don’t think he did anymore. I was angry and there is a huge age gap between
you, but I know Dan has been in love with you for years. Every letter and
picture you sent me through the years…he asked to keep them. I think he fell in
love with you on the road. I gave him the letters when I left. Please, go to
him.”
    Mandy
was shocked by his revelation. What was she supposed to do?
    “Where
would he be on a Friday night?”
    Rick
gave her a funny look. “On a Friday night, you can’t figure where a man would
want to be?”
    Thinking
about his answer, she came up with a cunning plan.
    “Maybe
what you need to do is be outrageous. Do some sexy dancing in a skimpy outfit
and see the men drool. I’d love to see you showing this body off.”
    She
picked the phone up and made arrangements. Rick was right. She should fight for
the man, who in such a short time had made her love him.
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    Dan
didn’t know why he’d allowed himself to be forced inside Bill’s bar, especially
when the older man wanted his head on a plate. He tossed back a shot and
ordered another. Waving off every woman was growing tiresome. There was a
settled quiet in the bar that wasn’t normal for a Friday night. Usually the
pool tables were in full swing.
    The
dance floor was crowded with entwined couples, the music a morbid love song—one
which left a bitter taste in his mouth.
    Drinking
another shot, he glanced at the clock and winced. Nine o’clock and he already
wanted to go and curl up in bed. Life without Mandy was unbearable.
    He
drank down another shot and paused as the music changed. The song and tune he
recognised instantly. Mandy had danced to that song for him. Swallowing down the
lump in his throat, he moved to stand. The lights went out. He sat in darkness,
the only light stationed on the dance floor. Dan watched as couples parted.
    His
mouth went dry.
    Mandy
stood in the centre of the dance floor in a short, tight, black dress with the
sexiest stiletto heels arching her calves. His cock jumped to life. Seeing her
so close and untouchable killed him.
    She
moved with every pulse and beat of the music. Her hips swaying slowly and
provocatively. Dan recalled telling her to show off her curves and gorgeous
body. Fucking hell, she looked perfect—a handful—and he wished he was the only
one to have her. She lifted her arms, and he watched as she danced
    Everyone
else at the bar didn’t matter. Dan tuned them out and concentrated on Mandy as
if she were dancing for him and him alone. He couldn’t take his gaze off her as
she moved across the dance floor, each move designed to be as sensual as the
last. A great deal of skin was exposed but only enough to tease. She didn’t
show any personal parts.
    Suddenly,
she was stood in front of him. Dan stared at her as she took his hand and
pulled him up. Like a zombie, he got up and followed her onto the dance floor.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her even if he wanted to.
    Nothing
else mattered as Mandy led him onto the dance floor. She grabbed his hands and
wrapped them around her waist. He took her lead. Dan would do anything as long
as she stayed in his arms.
    The
tune played around them, and soon he felt it through his whole body. She turned
in his arms, and he inserted a leg between hers. Mandy further shocked him as
she shimmied down. Her pussy dancing along his leg.
    Holding
her, he moved with each sway of her arms and body, driving himself further and
further out of his mind.
    “I’m
sorry,” he said. The thought of her moving out of his arms and leaving him
forever was too much for him to deal with.
    “Shh,”
she pressed a finger to his lips and continued dancing.
    “If
this is to torture me, then you’re succeeding.” He stopped talking as she
pulled out of his arms and off his leg. Turning she pressed her back against
him and slid down his body. Her back brushing his throbbing cock.
    Fucking
hell, he