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Angel made his way through the crowd to his woman.               Not his woman, he had to remind himself.  Not yet.  He tapped the stranger lightly on the shoulder, intending to ask if he could cut in.  One look at Angel’s face, though, and the man backed away immediately.
         “Thanks,” Brea said, turning to face Angel. “He was getting a bit fresh.”
         “I wondered if that was how you liked to dance,” Angel said.
         “Not with him, all he wanted was in my pants.  And they are firmly off limits.”
         “I see.”  Angel wanted to ask if that included himself as well, but figured it did, and any attempt to change that status would only drive her away from him.  Brea swayed to the music, swinging her hips and raising her arms over her head.  She was a vision of beauty and sensuality.  Angel groaned inwardly as he felt himself getting heavy in his groin.  Unable to resist the urge to touch her, he reached with one hand to her waist, and she didn’t object.  Even through the thin fabric of her dress, her skin felt like fire to his touch.  He wanted so badly to pull her against his body, but resisted.  There would be plenty of time for that later.
         Brea was grateful to Angel for saving her from the goon humping her leg.  Other than his hand on her waist, he made no move to touch her further.  When the song ended, he led her back to her table.  More drinks.  After three margaritas, Brea was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol.   Her ears were buzzing lightly, her nose was numb, and her lips felt tingly.
         “So have you considered my offer?” Angel asked.
         “Why aren’t you on tour or something?  I mean, are you here for a while?”
          “I live here.  I am home for a while, yes.  But you did not answer my question.”
         “If you can get John to agree, than how can I say no?”
         “Wonderful,” he said, taking her hand.  He leaned over the table so that he could speak at a lower volume.  “I will arrange for you to be picked up at your home tomorrow morning.”
         “How is it that you are here, everyone knows who you are, and no one is bothering you?” Brea asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
         Angel chuckled to himself.  “It is a glamour.  I don’t want to be noticed, therefore, no one notices me.”
     
         “I notice you,” Brea answered.  Of course she noticed.  He was strikingly good looking.  Every move he made caught Brea’s attention.  She found it difficult to think of anything but him when he was near.
         “That’s because I want you to notice me.”
         “Are you doing some kind of hocus pocus on me now?” she snapped at him.  It was one thing for her mind to betray her, it was a whole other thing if he was doing it on purpose.
         “Never, Ma Cher , I will never do any hocus pocus, as you call it, on you.”  He lifted her hand to his nose again, breathing in her scent.  Brea should have been angry.  She should have jerked her hand away.  Should have, but didn’t.  He held her hand in front of him, tracing the veins in her wrist with his other hand.  Then, he lifted her hand to his mouth.  Brea’s heart was pounding in her chest.  He was going to bite her, she just knew it.  Knew it, but couldn’t bring herself to stop him.  But he didn’t bite her.  He brushed his lips over her pulse, then returned her arm.  “I will never do anything to you that you do not wish,” he said, leaning closer.  So close.  Close enough that Brea could smell his spicy scent. 
         Acting without permission from her brain, Brea leaned in closer to breath him in.  She was inches from his face.  Her eyes caught on his lips.  They were perfect for kissing.  Not too plump, not too thin.  She realized then she wanted to kiss him.  Just once, to see what it was like.  She closed the distance between them