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his ever-loving mind? The last thing he needed was to get involved with an employee. For fuck’s sake, he helped write the manual about the dangers of fraternization for his companies. Frustrated beyond all get-up, he stood and walked toward the door, blushing brightly. When he turned back, she was looking at him with big brown doe-like eyes. What was he supposed to say? That he didn’t mean to feel her up? That his fingers accidently slipped?
    “Sorry about that,” he offered. “It won’t happen again.”
    He opened the door and made his way back to the room, his cock still as hard as ever. It was going to be a long, long night.
    ****
    Mira scanned the convention center. The party was in full swing—just like the other three parties the conference had sponsored during the past week. Shoved to capacity with a bunch of loud horny music-folk. Luckily she’d found a spot in the far left corner of the room at the mini bar, away from the ballroom dance floor. Not far away, a couple ground up against one another like teenagers.
    “At least someone is going to be getting some tonight,” she mumbled, taking a sip of her margarita. Though the dance floor pulsed with energy, she couldn’t help but sulk at the bar. For the hundredth time, she thought about Jeremy’s mix signals. One minute he was ogling her, and the next he was avoiding her like she had the bubonic plague.
    Last night, after he’d sealed her lips with a smoking hot kiss, followed by an awkward apology, he’d shut down completely, only speaking to her if he had scheduling questions. It was as though the kiss they’d shared was a figment of her imagination. Why did she have to ask him about going commando? Why couldn’t she just shut her mouth?
    That’s easy , said her libido, ’ cause ya need to get some !
    Oh, shut up!
    Mira took another sip of her margarita. Then bobbed her head to the loud music. She needed to get out of her funk. She was in Daytona. It was time to have fun! Time to banish thoughts of Jeremy Rain from her mind once and for all.
    She slinked to the dance floor and started to rock to the beat. Several men flanked her on both sides. One of them grabbed her by the waist. “You’re the first pretty thing I’ve seen in here all week,” he hollered, revealing a row of straight white teeth.
    Mira smiled. It was exactly what she needed to hear. “You’re not bad on the eyes either,” she purred. She put her back to him and flung her arms in the air.
    “Damn, baby girl,” he moaned. “Fuck, yeah.”
    They grooved toward the front of the crowd. A song about single ladies boomed from the speakers. Hell yeah! Being single had its pluses. She dipped and dived, dived and dipped. She was so caught up in her moves that she didn’t notice her dance partner stiffen behind her until it was too late.
    Suddenly, Jeremy was there, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder, dwarfing him by a good five inches. Dark jeans and a suit jacket made up his ensemble. His hair was slicked back, giving him a devil-may-care look that made her grin. He looked good enough to eat.
    “Can I cut in?”
    Mira’s eyebrows shot up, wondering what he was up to.
    The man shoved his hand away. “Nah, man, she’s busy.”
    “I beg to differ,” said Jeremy, eyeballing the man.
    Mira stepped in between them. “Jeremy, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
    “Yeah man, are you even with her?”
    Jeremy eyed the man with an evil glare. “Fuck off, punk. Now.”
    Taken aback, the man turned and disappeared into the crowd. Anger soared through her. She was just starting to loosen up, and here he was again, butting into her business! “You know, I’m getting real tired of you sneaking up on me, acting like a Neanderthal. It’s played out!”
    His thumb stroked her bottom lip. “Were you going to fuck him?”
    She flinched at his bluntness, still boiling with anger. “Maybe.”
    Cupping her cheek, his eyes flickered dangerously. “Don’t play with me,