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Reputation?”

      Shay nodded, watching her. She had the kind of face that sucked a man in, that made it impossible to look away, because the minute you did, you started wondering if anyone could really be that beautiful. “Just stopped by to see if what I’ve heard was true.” Not just beauty, he thought. Sex. Something in the curve of her lips and the tilt of those dark eyes suggested abandonment, disregard for rules. Come with me, they said, and I’ll show you things you’ve never even thought of.

      “And what had you heard?” The brunette propped her tray on the shelf and looked at him under her lashes.

      His mouth curved. “Something about half-naked women dancing on the bar.”

      “Well, you’ve got to admit, they’re on the bar and they’re dancing.” She glanced over her shoulder to where the blonde was whipping her hair to the music.

      “Like college girls having a wild night.”

      “You’re calling us girls?” She smiled, but her eyes narrowed a trifle in warning.

      “Not you, darlin’.” He ran his gaze from her long, smooth legs to the sleek curve of hip and waist, to the dark hair tumbling down her back, and up to that fabulous face. “You’re a whole different class from girls.”

      A little buzz went through Mallory at his look, and she gave herself a mental shake. She might be giving the appearance of flirting, but she was supposed to be working a customer. It definitely didn’t do to get caught up in it. “And here I thought I’d heard about every line out there.”

      “I didn’t intend it as a line.” His teeth gleamed, and something of the pirate came out in him then. “Did you want it to be?”

      For the first time in years, she found herself at a loss for words. To buy time, she picked up her tray. “Let me go get you that beer,” she said, and turned for the bar.

      It was something worth thinking about, that he’d thrown her off her stride. It wasn’t just the good looks—she’d had plenty of handsome men come on to her. There was something about him, some command of his surroundings that made him far more compelling than the usual pretty face. To allow her system time to settle, she stopped for a few more orders on her way in.

      When she returned with his beer, he still sat loose and relaxed, observing his surroundings with an almost purposeful air.

      “Miss me?” she asked teasingly.

      “Every second was an eternity,” he said dryly.

      Mallory laughed. “I’ll bet.”

      “Hear any good lines on the way back?”

      Her pulse jumped. She set a napkin down on the little shelf and placed the beer on top. “I’m at work, sugar. We don’t date customers.” On the other hand, she was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t time to reevaluate that policy. She stared at his mouth wondering how it tasted.

      “So you’re allowed to tease but not to close on the deal?” he asked in amusement, putting the mouth of the bottle to his lips to take a drink. “You ought to at least come up with a way to let your customers down easy, encourage them a little so you get a lasting draw.”

      Mallory raised a brow. “And are you looking for encouragement? That’ll be three dollars, by the way.”

      “I’m probably not your target clientele, but yeah,” he said, pulling out his wallet.

      It was a challenge. Mallory gave him a smoky look. “So you don’t think I can provide a lasting draw?” She was rewarded when his eyes darkened.

      “I get the feeling you can pretty much do anything you want to do,” he said, holding her gaze until she felt something in her begin to heat and soften. “Then again, I haven’t seen you up on the bar.”

      “Oh, you haven’t seen anything like me.” The words were a challenge, the tone a promise.

      He looked at her. “You’re right. I haven’t. For you, I’d make an exception and stay. That’s why you should polish up your shut-down line. Teasing is a tricky business. Sometimes people expect you to finish what you start.” He took another drink.

      “I never start anything I’m not prepared to finish,” she said coolly.

      He tipped his head to one side and eyed her. “Now, that’s a thought that’ll keep me awake tonight.”

      “On the other hand, flirting is just flirting. It doesn’t mean I’m starting anything.”

      “That’s a pity. And here I was just going to buy another beer,” he said.

      Her lips twitched. “And it doesn’t mean I’m not. You’ll just have to buy that beer and see how well I follow policy. Or buy two,” she said, remembering her promise to herself.

      “And then do I get to see you dance?”

      “I don’t dance,” she said automatically.

      He finished his beer and set it down on her tray. “Can’t or won’t?”

      “Don’t.”

      “Really? You don’t strike me as the type who would be afraid to be up in front of a crowd.”

      “I’m not afraid.”

      “Of course not.”

      “Get that idea out of your head.”

      “I don’t doubt you,” he said agreeably. His smile grew wider.

      Was that condescension she saw? “I should take care of the other customers,” she said at last. “Are you in for another beer?”

      “Sure.” He eyed her assessingly. “I figure I’ll stick around to see if you get up there. Since you’re not scared.”

      Recklessness snatched at her control, but she held on. Mallory turned without a word and went back behind the bar. Normally the routine of drawing beers and pouring drinks soothed her, but not tonight. She wanted to wipe the smirk off his face. He thought he knew something about her from a five minute conversation? He was dead wrong.

      The tinny bang of three guitar notes heralded the start of INXS’s “You’re One of My Kind” on the jukebox. The monster groove begged her to move, and without thinking about it she found herself up on the bar.

      SHAY’S MOUTH WENT DRY. Had he thought that the dancing was harmless? He’d been catastrophically mistaken. Long and lean and the stuff of men’s dreams, she moved on the bar with lithe grace, whipping her hips and arms to the beat of the music. Raven hair swung around her shoulders, her eyes fastened on his, hot and dark and full of promise. A teasing smile played over her mouth. At that moment, every man in the room might cheerfully have fought to have her.

      But she was looking at him.

      The song went on, a tale of teasing and seduction, the moan of a man luring his lover. As she was luring him. Moving to the beat, she mouthed the words and slid one fingertip up her leg, over her hip, across the bare skin of her flat stomach with its gleaming gold ring. Trailing her finger up between her breasts to shouts from the crowd on the floor, she slipped it between her lips, pursing them around it as though she tasted something sweet. Shay felt his body tighten.

      The blonde and the redhead climbed back onto the bar to flank her and go through their gyrations, but they were like backup singers behind the lead performer, forgettable and easily dismissed. She and she alone had the crowd surging in a frenzy. She and she alone lured him with the hot promise in her eyes.

      Need pumped through him.

      MALLORY LEANED HER BACK against the brass pole on the bar and slid down it and back up. She was conscious of him watching every move she made, sitting out in the dimness, utterly still. She was up and dancing because he’d goaded her into it. Now she continued because she knew he was watching. Slide over here, and give me a moment she mouthed to him, tracing her hands up her

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