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VIP desk just as he caught a whiff of a familiar flowery scent. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Jen standing there.
    â€œSorry about this. I was told my sister and her friend would be able to get in tonight if I left their names here.”
    â€œOf course they can,” he said, realizing that this was fate. Jen and he were destined to spend this night together.
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    Jen had been trying to avoid Nate. Having his hands on her hips during the conga had made her too aware of him. And she knew that she was on the verge of doing something stupid once again so, of course, there’d be a problem with Marcia and her friend getting into the club tonight. And it seemed fitting that Nate would be the one man they’d call to fix it.
    â€œI’m so sorry,” she said again.
    â€œIt’s not a problem,” Nate said. He turned to Marcia and smiled at her. “I’m Nate Stern.”
    â€œMarcia Miller, and this is my friend Courtney.”
    â€œPleasure, ladies. Give me a few minutes and I will get this straightened out,” he said.
    He walked back over to the VIP desk and Jen wanted to disappear now while she still could. This was embarrassing. She didn’t want to bother him.
    â€œIs this okay?” Marcia asked.
    â€œYes, it’s fine. Nate will take care of it.”
    â€œI don’t want you to get in trouble,” Courtney said.
    â€œI won’t,” Jen said. She hoped she was right. The club policy was that two comp tickets a month were issued to the employees and she hadn’t ever used hers. So she knew that she was technically in the right.
    â€œIt’s fine,” she said again.
    Marcia reached over and rubbed her arm. “Nate Stern? Is he your boss?”
    â€œSort of. You know who Nate is, Marcia, don’t pretend you don’t.”
    â€œI do. It’s odd that he seems to be handling operational things. I thought he was a playboy.”
    Jen shrugged. “That’s his image and it works for the club but he’s doesn’t strike me as someone who’s just loafing around waiting for a free ride.”
    â€œThat’s reassuring,” Marcia said.
    â€œI know it is.”
    â€œHow do you know him?” Courtney asked.
    â€œHe was in my dance class tonight…one of his friends had signed up and I guess he tagged along to make sure it went smoothly.”
    â€œHas he done that before?” Marcia asked.
    â€œNo and I’ve had bigger celebs than T. J. Martinez in the class.”
    â€œYou had T.J.—”
    â€œYes, stop drooling, Courtney.”
    â€œHa. I’m not drooling, but he’s hot. You have the best job.”
    â€œYou’re just saying that because all you do is Excel spreadsheets all day.”
    â€œVery true,” Courtney said. “He’s coming back.”
    Jen glanced over her shoulder to see Nate walking toward them. He held up two tickets, which he handed to Courtney and Marcia. “Have fun, ladies.”
    â€œWe will. Thank you, Mr. Stern,” Marcia said.
    â€œCall me Nate. And you should thank your sister. There was just a mix-up with the list you were on,” he said.
    â€œThanks, Jen,” Marcia said. “Are you coming with us?”
    She nodded.
    â€œCan I have a word before you go in?” Nate asked.
    â€œI will meet you both inside in a few minutes,” she said to Marcia and Courtney.
    As they left, she turned to Nate. “What’s up?”
    â€œDo you have plans for this evening?”
    She wrinkled her brow. “I’m meeting my sister and her friend.”
    â€œI guess that sounded stupid,” he said.
    â€œJust a little bit. Why did you ask?”
    â€œI want you to join me.”
    â€œWhy?” she asked.
    â€œI think you would be fun to hang with.”
    She tipped her head to the side to study him. She wanted to say yes and thought about what Alison had said earlier about just having fun. She couldn’t