and move on to someone else. But he stayed focused and
slowly closed the distance between them. Every molecule in
her body vibrated, aroused by the energy of his heated eyes.
Then, like a flower bursting forth from the spring soil, her
smile began to bloom. Tarzan's smile also grew wider, and
he continued his approach. Rebecca's heart was already still.
Now she stopped breathing as well.
In an instant, the spell was broken. Bubbles threw her
trampy body right in Tarzan's path, flashing her tiny gift
wrapping. "Well hello! Looking for someone?" She slithered
around and even gave out a little Marilyn Monroe squeal.
I have had enough of you. Rebecca wanted to rip the
clothes off her, but Bubbles would probably like that. She
scowled and took a few steps back to get out of the way.
These two were in a league of their own, and Rebecca didn't
want any of their flying hormones to get on her dress.
Tarzan regarded Bubbles, and his eyes took in the
terrain. "Possibly. . ."
Rebecca deflated. He was hooked, his attention now
fully on the undulating body in front of him.
Bubbles ran her hand up his arm, shamelessly attacking
him. "Did you know I was a bridesmaid yesterday?" This
seemed to be her primary topic of conversation tonight.
Bubbles pointed her chin at Rebecca and even Alien
Girl who had drifted over. "In fact, you've got all three
bridesmaids here." She was clearly unthreatened by the
presence of other women-none of them were as scantily
dressed as her.
She pointed to Alien Girl's offensive pink dress. "If you'd
been at the wedding, you would have seen this outfit on all
of us." She turned her full frontal charm back on him. "But
you weren't, I'm sure. I would have remembered someone as
studly as you."
Can she be any more transparent? Tarzan seemed to
ignore the slobbering compliment and gave Rebecca a
partial smile, laced with a touch of smirk. "A bridesmaid,
eh? Too bad they made you wear that dress. Clashes with
your amazing red hair."
Rebecca's eyes shot wide open. Did he really just say
that? A man who had color sense? Something was wrong
with this picture. There had to be a catch. Rebecca stood
there and stared, too flustered to think of something to say.
Bubbles played her eyes from Tarzan to Rebecca and
back again, as though realizing that his focus was
elsewhere. She tugged on his arm and jumped between
them. "I'm Suzanne. Want to dance?"
He pulled back to look at her, his smile slightly less
bright, but still strong. "Ah, Suzanne, of course. I believe