Furio couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. He was afraid of looking foolish in front of her. What would she think of his dancing, (if you could even call it that)? She took his hand and pulled him through the crowd onto the dance floor so that they were in the middle of the throng. Jen let go of his hand. Now he couldn't remember feeling so disappointed. Just the feel of her hand on his made him want her more than he'd wanted any other woman in a long time. That was just another reason to be afraid of dancing with her. She had her back to him. Her hips began to sway and she raised her arms so that her hands were just above her head. Furio froze where he stood. He was afraid to touch her. A man already moved in front of her. He put his hands on her waist. Furio instinctively stepped closer, but he saw Jen gently shake her head at the man. She looked back at him over her shoulder and following her gaze the man quickly disappeared. Since Furio stayed where he was, Jen took a small step backwards and closed the gap between them. She leaned back into him a little so that her shoulder blades rested on his chest. She still moved her hips but now her arms were down. Cautiously, Furio put his hands on her waist. He felt her put more of her weight on his chest.

Ah ha. You have been doing this to me all night, but now I'll make you wait.

When Furio didn't make another move, Jen had a situation to consider.

Alright, I know you want to hold me closer. It's obvious. Well, I guess I've won enough that I can give in just a little this time...

She waited a few more beats and then Jen raised her arms again. She slipped a hand behind Furio's head, at the nape of his neck, just below his ponytail. He gave the slightest groan. She felt it more than heard it. The music was loud. She felt his right hand tighten on her waist and his left hand moved around onto her stomach. They danced like this and when the song changed Jen moved her free hand down to cover the one on her stomach. Furio lowered his head so that his lips were just above her ear. Jen turned toward him and continued dancing. She now stood with one of her legs between his. She had replaced her hand on the back of his neck and had the other on his shoulder. She was still swaying her hips back and forth to the song. Furio lowered his face to hers so that heir noses were almost touching. Jen lost her time with the music and slowed down. She forgot where she was. His hand slid up her spine. Suddenly Jen remembered herself. She took a half step back and straightened.

"Let's go get a drink!" She leaned close to his ear. "Aren't you thirsty?"

Furio only nodded. She smiled at him and moved her hand around from his neck to his cheek. She held it there for a moment. Then, she again took his hand and led him to the bar.

Sitting at the bar, Jen sipped her martini and studied Furio. She knew he'd been watching her very closely all night and now that he was looking around the club she finally had her chance to look at him. His arms were huge and his chest looked amazing under his tight t-shirt. Jen tried to imagine his stomach. Was it a well defined six-pack? Or was it solid, hard, flat muscle? She'd love either and couldn't wait to find out.

Jen, remember: You are not one of the easy girls he's used to. Ok, so you'd really, really, really like to make it easy for him, but you're not going to. You are going to pretend that you are not easy. Yes that's it. You will be an actress.

Jen's eyes moved up and she almost fell off her stool. Furio had been watching her stare at his stomach.

"Uh, um..." Shit. "Sorry, my mind was wondering. I, uh, just kind of checked out for a minute there..."

Furio grinned at her. Oh, God. She wanted to crawl into his lap and cover his face with kisses. She wanted to feel his hands on here waist and stomach again... Dammit! She was starring again. Well, no point in stumbling around covering it up...

"So, I told you that you looked great tonight; didn't I?" Jen looked him in the eye when she asked and gave him a flirty smile.

Still grinning, Furio replied, "Yes, but I will listen again."

Jen gave a little giggle.

"So, are you really having a terrible time dancing? I mean, I'm supposed to be showing you a good time and I practically forced you to do something that you told me you didn't want to."

"Jena, there is no thing that I would not do with you." He kissed her hand dramatically. This made her laugh out loud. She loved this. It was so much more fun than her normal dates.

A voice from behind interrupted the moment.

"Well, well, who's this? Why don't you introduce us, Jen?"

Jen's smile disappeared. "Let's go." She stood and took Furio's arm.

"Hey, don't leave. Let me buy you a drink." Furio recognized the man. It was Ben Archer, the actor, Jen's ex.

"I don't need or want anything from you."

"Aw, Jenny, don't be like that..."

Jen cut him off. "Only my friends call me Jenny." She started to leave again. Furio planted his feet and stared Archer in the face.

"You musta be de stupidest man ona the entire planet."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Three men with Archer stepped forward. Jen squeezed Furio's arm and pulled hard.

"Come on! We are leaving." Reluctantly, Furio followed.

"Fine, be that way", he called after them. "Stupid Bitch!"

Jen froze. She spun on her heel and looked up at Furio. "Stay right here." She put emphasis on each word. She walked back to Archer.

"Ben." She stood in front of him.

"Yeah?"

"You really are the stupidest man on the planet." In one smooth motion she drew back her fist and then planted it on his left cheek. The man sunk to the floor. A crowd had gathered around them. Jen strode past Furio and he followed her out of the club, very impressed.