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upward, over his thigh, resting briefly on his crotch before it careened away again, but not
    before her swirling hormones kicked in, sending her barely recovered heart rate into hyper-drive once again. She
    shifted her gaze back to the relatively innocuous piece of paper. What was it about this man that sent her so off
    kilter?
    "This is a game room and those numbers represent activities."
    "What kind of activities?" Melissa asked once the waitress left.
    "I think we both know what kind."
    The blood drained from her face as she stared at the offensive slip of paper in her hand. Of course she did.
    Damn.
    The waitress returned with their drinks and placed a fancy glass garnished with a pineapple slice and a
    maraschino cherry on a tiny sword in front of Melissa and a tall, frosty mug of beer in front of Ty.
    Melissa stared at the digits in red ink trying to fathom their hidden meaning.
    "There are two numbers," Melissa pointed out.
    "One is probably a person."
    Someone she was supposed to . . . do something sexual with. Her hand started to shake. She grasped her heart
    pendant and stroked it.
    She glanced around and realized most people were staring in the same direction. She fol owed their gaze and
    noticed a couple across the room, the woman's dress open, revealing her large breasts, and the man sucking on
    them.
    A buzzer sounded.
    "Time," a man with a microphone said.
    Oh, God, she couldn't stay here.
    She took a gulp of her Piña Colada and pushed her chair from the table, ready to flee yet again.
    "Now," the announcer said, "we have a special treat. A virgin has joined the game."
    A spotlight shone on Melissa and she froze. Oh God, this couldn't be happening to her.
    "I know there are many of you ahead of her, but I don't think we should make her wait, do you?"
    The crowd broke into applause, all of them staring at her. Escape was impossible now. But she couldn't stay here
    and perform a public sexual act.
    Ty's gut clenched at the trapped look in Melissa's eyes and how her hands shook uncontrol ably. For the second
    time since they'd met, protective instincts rose to the surface with an earth-shattering roar, which disturbed
    him.
    The first time had been when he'd seen that Karen woman and her husband hitting on her. Melissa had tried to
    hide it, but Ty had seen her apprehension. Her back had stiffened, her expression had frozen into a polite smile,
    and she'd glanced around like a trapped animal when the guy had pawed at his wife's breasts. Ty had swooped
    in to save Melissa from her predicament then and he knew he'd do it again now. Would she give him grief for his
    efforts, like she had the last time?
    Damn it. As exciting as the prospect was to see her involved in some erotic scenario, he couldn't stand to see her
    so vulnerable, and outright frightened. He had to do something to help her.
    The announcer gestured to the band and a drum rol sounded.
    Building his voice to excite the crowed, the announcer said, "Number twenty-two. This is your lucky night."
    While a waiter drew an empty chair in front of Melissa, a tall, blond tennis player type stood up, a broad smile
    splitting his face. Sending a feral glare at the other guy, Ty lurched to his feet and claimed the chair. Blondie
    stopped in his tracks.
    "Are you twenty-two?" the announcer asked the blond.
    "No, I am," Ty declared.
    The blond man held up his slip. "I have the number here."
    Ty sent the man such a ferocious glower, the man froze.
    "I am twenty-two." Ty's tone discouraged any contradiction. The other man reluctantly returned to his seat.
    "Wel , it seems we've found our virgin's lucky partner," the man with the microphone announced, a sly grin on his face.
    The waiter leaned in to whisper in Melissa's ear and pointed to a list on the wall. Ty noticed the number fifteen
    written in large red digits under twenty-two. He glanced at the chart. Fifteen. Oral sex.
    Melissa stared at the chart, then at Ty. Panic glazed her eyes.
    He leaned toward