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a rowdy bachelor party that seemed just on the verge of getting out of hand, but his head was full of Emily. If it was hard to ignore her before, it was impossible now that he’d seen her strip. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen whether she was dressed or undressed. Dressed, it was a restrained kind of sexy that made a man want to set her loose.
    Now he knew what she looked like set loose.
    He kept reminding himself that he didn’t date the dancers, he looked out for them. This new girl certainly didn’t need a damn bouncer coming on to her when she was hit on by every man who looked at her. Then again, he could have sworn she was looking at him while she stripped.
    He was going back and forth like this in his head when he caught sight of her coming through the crowd of people, turning heads as she went, and damn if she wasn’t just as sexy now as she had been on stage. He stood transfixed, his heart rate increasing when it began to look like she might be making her way toward him. He thought she was coming toward him, anyway. Hoped she was, though every instinct told him she was trouble.
    She was only a dozen yards away when she looked at him, bit her lip and turned toward the door.
    Without even thinking he called out to her.
    She stopped where she was, her bare shoulders tensing before she turned around and gave him a tentative smile. Ditching the bachelor party without so much as a glance, he caught up to her, his face breaking into a smile when he got up close. Her black dress clung to her breasts and hips, skimming over those thighs he remembered so well.
    She must have guessed what he was thinking, because as he watched, a pink flush rose up her neck and into her cheeks. Was it possible for a woman to blush not an hour after performing the most erotic striptease he’d ever seen?
    He ought to say something to put her at ease, let her know he wasn’t a total creep.
    “You looked good up there.”
    She looked down at her water bottle as if embarrassed. “Thanks. It felt good to be dancing again. I guess I’m a freak for the stage, because it doesn’t seem to matter if I’m performing a gorgeous ballet or taking off my clothes. Weird, huh?”
    So she’d been a professional dancer. That explained the moves she laid on Steve.
    “I’ve heard weirder.” He paused, wanting to know more about her but not sure she’d want to talk about her past. A lot of the women who worked here didn’t. “So why aren’t you still dancing?”
    Her grip tightened on the bottle and the corners of her mouth turned down. She looked so sad he wished he’d kept his mouth shut.
    “I ruptured my Achilles tendon and that was that. My entire career down the drain.”
    “But you dance just fine. You don’t even limp,” he said, surprised.
    “No, but I can’t take the kind of dancing I used to do. Aside from that, the sky’s the limit, right? Maybe I’ll set Vegas on fire with my pole dancing.”
    She sounded so bitter and despairing he didn’t know what to say. Going from that kind of career to stripping in Vegas was a pretty hard fall.
    “I assume Steve hired you?” he asked, changing the subject.
    She gave him a wry smile. “Yes. I seem to have won him over despite my less than impressive breast size.”
    He didn’t mean to, he really didn’t, but his eyes dropped to her breasts despite what his brain was telling him. Yes, she was small, so small she didn’t need a bra, but sleek and perfect, her skin was smooth and white.
    He heard her breath catch and came to his senses, looking back up to see her watching him with a flustered, wide-eyed expression. Then she licked her lips, as if nervous, and he damn near lost it.
    They stood looking at one another for several long moments, and he could swear she was as aroused and baffled as he was.
    Fortunately, though it felt pretty damn unfortunate , the hostess hurried over to him.
    “I’m really sorry, but there’s a seriously drunk guy over at the bar demanding