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course. I just meant that I have a lot of work to do on my thesis.” Shit. He did suspect something—or else he simply enjoyed toying with her, making her nervous. Either way, she needed to get Jay and get out of there.
    She was starting to have a bad feeling about all this.
    “I don’t think your friend is quite ready to leave,” Vair said, glancing at Jay—who was happily sandwiched between the Barbie and the male Krinar. “In fact, I’m pretty sure he’d prefer to stay.” Vair’s voice was filled with amusement, but his eyes gleamed darkly as he turned his attention back to Amy and said softly, “You should stay as well, darling—learn some more about us.”
    Amy opened her mouth to decline his offer, but at that moment, the lights dimmed further and the music changed, becoming twice as loud as before. She could no longer see her friend on the other side of the room; the dark red glow barely allowed her to discern Vair’s features, and he was standing right in front of her.
    “Wait—” she began saying, unnerved by the sudden change of atmosphere, but Vair was already pulling her into his arms again and maneuvering them back into the dancing crowd.

Chapter 5
     
    Startled and alarmed, Amy pushed at Vair, but it was like trying to move a wall. All she could do was follow his lead as he moved in a sensuous rhythm, keeping her pressed tightly against him. The music blared all around them, the beat fast and exotic, and his heat, his scent, surrounded her, entangling her in a darkly seductive web. He was so strong that her feet barely touched the floor as he held her; it was as though she was a rag doll, an inanimate object he could move about at will.
    This time he didn’t bother keeping any distance between them. Amy could feel every inch of his powerfully muscled body, and she realized with a jolt of panic that he was already hard, his erection pressing into her belly. Gasping, she tried to push at him again, but he ignored her ineffectual struggles, holding her contained without any apparent effort. His eyes glittered in the darkness, watching her with apparent hunger, and Amy’s heart thumped harder in her chest as she realized he had no intention of letting her go this time.
    Not until he got what he wanted from her.
    The thought should’ve been terrifying, but her body’s response had nothing to do with fear. Her nipples pebbled within the confines of her bra, and she could feel warm moisture dampening her underwear. Her body wanted him with a primitive animal instinct, and it didn’t care about the fact that this was happening against Amy’s will—that her mind wanted nothing to do with Vair.
    As their forced dance continued, the night took on a surreal feel for Amy. Everything about this place felt like a dream, from the flickering red glow emanating from some invisible light source to the stunningly beautiful man who held her trapped in his embrace. The music pulsed in tune to the throbbing in her body, and her head spun, her senses utterly overwhelmed. The drink, she thought vaguely, staring up at him, but she knew alcohol was only partially responsible for the haze clouding her brain.
    It was him. Vair was the reason she was feeling like this. Her attraction to him was more potent than anything she had ever experienced—and judging by the hard bulge pushing against her stomach, he wanted her just as much. His gaze spoke of dark pleasures and twisted sheets, of ecstasy and lust. Her hands moved up to rest on his shoulders as she stopped trying to push him away, and his eyes gleamed brighter at her tacit surrender.
    She wasn’t sure how much time passed as they danced like that. All of her senses were focused on him—on the hard press of his body against her own and the warm scent of his skin . . . on the way he held her, with one hand splayed on her upper back and another arm wrapped around her waist. They moved as one, their bodies seemingly in tune, though she didn’t have the freedom