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Trey Andrews! Here he was getting her all giddy and smiley as an eighteen-year-old, again. They'd been doing The Trey Sway for a couple of minutes now, and she was content to simply be in his arms.
    She shushed the warning bells that rang in her head. This was all about physical need, pure and simple. No need to make it anything more complicated—or scarier—than that.
    Trey's arms tightened around her waist, and she willingly melted in them, burying her face in his neck.
    Then she felt it. His erection against her belly stoked the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.
    "Do you make it a habit of poking the people you dance with?" she asked with mirth.
    He chuckled. "I seem to make a habit of poking you . Does it bother you?"
    She lifted her head to look at him. "Do I look bothered to you?"
    "No—which is a damn shame. I certainly want you to look bothered. Hot and bothered," he said seductively, making her flush.
    "Dancing burns up a lot of energy, as you know, so I do feel hot," she responded with an impish smile.
    "Well, you are undoubtedly hot. Sizzling, in fact. And irresistible."
    "Are you trying to get me to your bed, Trey Andrews?" she teased.
    "Oh. Was I that obvious?" He grinned.
    "What happened to our agreement?"
    "What does that have to do with it? I'm still going to try my hardest to help you win our little bet, because there is still no way in the world I'm going to dance solo in the middle of a dance floor with everyone else watching my every embarrassing move."
    "I'm not talking about our bet. I'm talking about the agreement not to have sex together."
    Trey took a deep breath and turned serious. "Kris, you seem determined to live out your fantasy of having a short fling while you're here. Why not live out that fantasy with me? As long as we're clear neither of us are after a relationship, what's the problem? What's more, Sam wouldn't worry too much if it's with me, would she? I think she trusts I'm not a—what's her word?—wacko?"
    Kris stared. Trey's smouldering eyes had darkened considerably. Unthinkingly, she pushed away a sudden memory of Ari's warning.
    Her body's intense need, and a fun idea that just popped, helped her make her decision. "Tell you what," she said as her fingers caressed the back of his neck. "If you show me total commitment to your dance lessons, I might just consider it."
    Trey sucked in a breath. "Okay, you have a deal."

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    Kris checked herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, feeling like a teenager on her first date. It was ridiculous—completely and utterly ridiculous—that she would feel like this about a dance session.
    She was grateful that Sam was out having dinner with an old school friend of hers who now lived in Sydney. It meant she and Trey had at least a couple of hours together.
    It was strange that Trey didn't want to meet at his place. It would have been better there since they wouldn't have to worry about Sam coming home early. But he said he preferred to come to her.
    She went downstairs to the informal living area and turned on the sound system. She put on a haunting love song and danced to it, letting herself get swept away by the lyrics and the music.
    When the next tune started, she sat on the floor, her heart beating fast. Dance and song always connected her to her deepest emotions. Right then, she knew she was at a fork on the road.
    On one path, she saw her exciting plans for her Sydney trip: playing tourist with Sam, spending time with her friends, enjoying that fling with a handsome stranger. When her holiday was up, it would be back to Melbourne, back to her demanding executive assistant job, and back to her fulfilling three-times-a-week role as a dance teacher. That path wasn't bad at all. In fact, she was quite happy with it.
    The other path led her to Trey. Just thinking about it made her heart thud faster. It had an irresistible pull—alluring in spite of the danger she could sense. Somehow, she knew she wouldn't be