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effort to enjoy herself. It was a diverse crowd, but her level of disinterest was high. With one man she’d found it difficult to discuss the latest box office smash while he wore a devil mask and his nipple rings jiggled with every word he spoke.
    It was more than disheartening, it was damned near tragic. Here she was, all dressed up and no one to spank her.
    Just when she feared the Jiggler was going to make a serious move for her, a woman in a skintight cream-colored cat suit arrived to distract him. More than grateful, Jane made her escape to snag a seat at a tiny table near the entrance to the ballroom. At least the view was good from here.
    She stifled a yawn. Luckily for her she’d thought ahead and packed several erotic romance novels along with her much-neglected vibrator. If the clock struck midnight and she was still without an option, she would head back to her room alone. With every passing minute her solitary bed was looking better and better as her high heels were killing her feet.
    With a gentle moan of relief, Jane eased her foot out of the left one, leaving the shoe to dangle off her toe. At this moment, taking off her shoes would be more satisfying than sex.
    Now that was truly sad.
    The blare of a trumpet took her attention away from her aching feet and almost jolted her off the stool. Swiveling, Dirk and Kitten entered the ballroom and everyone began to clap.
    Dirk was a tall man with ruffled blond hair and broad shoulders. He was clad in black velvet from head to toe complete with a fluff of white lace at the throat. He reminded her of one of the Three Musketeers and he looked every inch a romance hero.
    His wife Kitten walked by his side. Jane had no idea what her real name was, Katherine…Katrina….something like that. The bulge of the other woman’s belly caught her attention and Jane’s eyes widened. Kitten was pregnant, very pregnant. Even with the belly bulge, the woman still managed to look delicate and feminine beside her tall husband.
    Her streaky golden hair was arranged in a complicated coil and she sported a dainty ivory mask. Her ripe figure was covered in sheer pink silk though she might as well have been nude. Her feet were bare and she moved with such a regal grace that Jane couldn’t help but envy. Around Kitten’s throat was a golden collar and Dirk carried a leash made of narrow golden links.
    Both of them were smiling and calling out to friends as Dirk escorted his wife to a plush couch near the stage. Once he was sure she was settled, Dirk kissed her cheek then took the stage. Raising his hand, he motioned for everyone to quiet down.
    “Ladies and gentlemen.” His voice was deep. “I’d like to thank all of you for joining us for this very special occasion. Tonight is my half-brother Antonio’s twenty-ninth birthday.”
    A cheer rose from the crowd and the trumpet sounded again. A dark figure entered the ballroom just a few feet from where Jane sat. Her stomach clenched as he moved toward the stage.
    He was quite tall like his brother, and he moved with an easy, catlike grace. Clad in black jeans and T-shirt, he was the only person wearing more clothing than she. Dark hair licked at his broad shoulders and he literally oozed testosterone. He had the physique of a man who worked hard for a living, from his wide shoulders and brawny arms down to a narrow waist and the tightest ass Jane ever had the pleasure of gazing upon.
    All she could think of was sinking her fingers into the warm flesh of his buttocks. She’d bet her next paycheck that Antonio Villareal was an animal in bed. He possessed a barely leashed sexual energy that alerted every female of his presence.
    She licked her lips. Maybe she hadn’t waxed her legs for nothing after all.
    Women crowded around him and he smiled and nodded at the ladies who reached for him though he stopped to speak to no one. Approaching the stage, he ignored the steps and leapt onto the platform.
    A waiter walked onto the stage with a