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Chapter Two

My lies were in vain it seemed when Maya informed me that she was unable to catch up further in the pub as it was her dad's birthday and she was expected to visit. When faced with the prospect of going home to Michael I decided that a drink alone might not be the worst thing in the world and if one drink turned into two, or three or more then I knew my car was safe in the company's secure car park and I could call a taxi. So, with that in mind I made the choice to go out alone, not back to the pub across the road but to a bar a few blocks away where I'd been a few times in the past with friends from my old firm.

The bar was always a cross between a rowdy pub and a club, and it hadn't changed, with its well-stocked bar and a small dance floor that had a resident DJ who was doing a fine line in dance tracks.

I ordered myself a beer and sat at the bar, still dressed in my work clothes. A couple of men attempted to chat me up and buy me a drink, but I wasn't interested, I simply told them that I was married and able to buy my own drinks.

I was on my second beer when I recognised the song starting and virtually ran to the dance floor where there were only two girls of around nineteen dancing together. I smiled thinking that they were only missing the handbags on the floor to really look like they belonged at a school disco.

As I began to move all thoughts of anyone else disappeared, it was just me and Jason Derulo telling me all about how he wants to want me. I have never had any inhibitions on the dance floor and so threw myself into the rhythm and beat, letting it vibrate through me, thrumming through my veins, making me come to life. As the song merged into a high energy remix of David Guetta and Akon singing about a Sexy Bitch I remembered dancing to it before I married Michael and suddenly I morphed into that woman, the woman I was and although I was sure nobody else was really aware of me I couldn't help but feel that somebody was watching me and then a body came up behind me, a solid body that smelled beyond divine, woody, citrusy and masculine.

An arm snaked around my middle and pulled me back firmly against solid planes of muscle as his mouth found my ear to sing the lyrics to me; something about being a diva, like a girl never seen before and being a sexy bitch. I had no clue who this man was, but the fact that he was singing to me while we danced was a major turn on for me. I had a vague recollection of Michael singing to me when we were first married, but it was a song I had never heard of. My dance companion's second hand had wrapped around me, but this one sat on my hip, smoothing its way down to my thigh slowly, possibly testing the waters as I recognised Sweat, another David Guetta number and pushed all thoughts of my husband from my head.

I don't know that anyone, any man had ever made me feel that way before; my whole body had an awareness of the body behind me, I was reacting to his every movement, each and every breath arousing me into something of a frenzy. The fine hairs across my body were standing on end, I was flushed from my cheeks to my neck and down across my chest, I was hot, burning, everywhere. My nipples were pebbling into hard points and as much as I wanted to dismiss it all, I just couldn't, because the dampness between my thighs would bear testament to the fact that I was seriously turned on, in the middle of a dancefloor with a stranger. The feel of the hands on my body were making me sweat and then some, however I didn't want it to end so I reached behind me to find my companion's hip and pulled him closer until the song ended, when he whispered against my ear.

"Do you have any idea how close you are to getting fucked right here, right now?" he asked with a gruffness to his voice that suggested arousal and then as if reading my mind he pulled me back against an obvious erection. "But I think you know that and like the idea of that, having that effect on me and every other man in this place."

I made no attempt to put any distance between us, nor did I dispute his claim, accusation but I did look around for the first time and realised that I must have been putting on something of a show judging by how many sets of eyes were watching me.