Dancing made her feel sexy. Knowing Nate had watched heightened her senses. In
spite of her efforts to calm down and act nonchalant, her body betrayed her. Hormones
raged and lust filled her thoughts. The need to have a man see her dance and want her
was a fantasy she harbored about the whole amateur dance night competition.

And right now, Nate had seen her. He probably wouldn’t make it easy for her to
unravel herself from her secret upcoming performance. She stuffed her feet in her shoes
and waited for him to move through the doorway. He bent down, picked up her jacket and
held it out to her.

Carla sighed and shook her head. “Is it your intention to embarrass me any further?”
She took the jacket as he walked closer.

“We’re colleagues. Why would I embarrass you? You’re good. I told you that.” He

“Look. What will it take for you to forget this? You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?”
Panic rushed through her. If word got out about her upcoming naughty adventure, gossip
would spread through the campus.

A devilish grin spread on his face. “Have dinner with me. I’m fascinated about all this.”

She shook her head. “Sorry. I have plans for tonight.” Her only instinct was to escape.

“I’ll walk you to your car while we talk.” He led the way out of their department door.

“Nate,” she checked her watch, “I’m going to be late.” She picked up her pace to exit
the building.

”Late for what? Got a hot date?” he teased.

“No. I don’t date.”

“Oh. So it’s not just me you turn down.”

She stopped short and stared at him. “Look. Men are trouble. I keep my distance to
save my sanity.”

“Carla, I just asked you out for dinner. Not a lifetime commitment.”

“Well, like I said, I have a class to get to.”

“Class? What class? Are you teaching more summer classes somewhere else?”

Damn. She hadn’t intended to mention her class. “Will you leave me alone so I can go
if I tell you?”

He rocked back on his heels. “Probably. What’s your next big secret?”

“I’m taking pole dancing lessons for my routine. There. Are you satisfied now?” She
turned and quickened her pace to her car.

“Hey. Wait a minute.” Nate caught up with her just as she unlocked her car and threw
her tote into it.

“Nate. I answered your question. Forget all this. Go home.” She folded her arms in
front of her as if to ward off any more questions.

“Not so fast. Are you practicing in your office tomorrow?”

Huh? “Yes. There’s no carpet here so I can slide better than in my apartment. And it’s
closer to my pole dancing classes than going home and leaving again. I’ve gotten into the
habit of just dancing here. Why?”

He leaned in closer and placed his hands against the car on either side of her. “I want
to watch you dance again.”

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