"Oh it's you," one of the Wonder Twin models sang. She giggled at Sara before turning back to plant a wet kiss on Bentley's cheek. 

Sara got angry then. But she refused to show it. Instead of giving in to the raging emotions inside her, she smiled at the two beautiful girls, ignored Bentley completely, and walked away. 

"Hey, join us," a guy wearing a tuxedo and black mask said. He grabbed Sara's hand and pulled her towards a couch. There were a number of kids in this group. The girls all wore multi-colored ball gowns. 

"Thirsty?" the guy asked. He offered Sara a cup. 

Sara glanced behind her. The Wonder Twins still had Bentley's complete attention. "Parched!" Sara told the guy. She downed the glass. "Can I have more?" 

The guy laughed. He was decently cute, but it was hard to tell with his black mask on. "I'm Derek. What's your name?" 

"Sara!" She gulped down the second glass. Her head started to spin. "One more!" Sara said, giggling. 

Derek refilled her cup. "Careful now. This stuff is strong." He gave her a wary once-over. "No offense, but you look like a lightweight." 

Sara laughed. "Do you have a girlfriend?" She chugged the entire cup. WHOA! The room was actually swaying around her now. 

"Nope --" Derek began. 

"Dance with me!" Sara said. She took his wrist and marched clumsily down the narrow steps that led to the dance floor. She wove through a sea of people so that she and Derek disappeared in the crowd.

"Holy smokes, you are FORWARD!" Derek said. He wrapped his arms around her waist and let his hips sway against hers. 

Sara leaned back her head and then pushed her face up close to Derek's. "What color are your eyes? They don't seem to have a color at all." She squinted at him in the darkness.

"They're gray." He pressed his nose against hers. "You have a really pretty mouth." 

Sara giggled. She parted her lips to accept Derek's kiss. 

Derek's eyes suddenly widened in surprise. He was forcefully jerked backwards. 

Bentley materialized out of the darkness. His shoulders looked huge beneath the silk scrubs. His face was a mask of pure fury. 

"Beat it," he growled, his voice thick with venom. He shoved Derek hard, causing the boy to lose his balance and crash into a couple dancing nearby. 

Sara let out a small cry of alarm. She moved to help Derek, but Bentley blocked her path. His anger literally pulsated out of him as he all but dragged her off to the side of the room. He shoved her up against the wall where the neon lights couldn't reach them. 

"You owe me a bet," he whispered. His adorable chocolate curls tickled her forehead. 

"I...I..." Sara stammered. 

He took her hands and placed them on his chest. Slowly, he ran her fingers up and down the exposed skin of his hard muscles. 

Sara gasped inadvertently, her fingertips tingling. 

He snickered. His eyes burned into hers. He tilted her chin up towards his glorious face. "Do you want me to kiss you?" 

Sara's insides jammed together. She could only watch helplessly as he leaned closer. 

His mouth playfully nipped at her bottom lip, sucking it greedily, then nibbling ever so gently. 

Her legs grew weak, allowing him to cradle her in his arms. 

She managed to free one of her hands from his chest. She rested it on his shoulder. It felt like a solid brick wall. 

He lifted her arm above her head, cementing his body to hers.

"I have a thing for hot nurses," he whispered hoarsely.

Sara giggled in the darkness, the music pumping fast around them. "Maybe I have a thing for handsome surgeons?"

He grasped both sides of her face, forcing her to stare into his endlessly dark, penetrating eyes. 

"Oh yeah?" he coaxed. His eyes dropped down to take in her nurse dress. He loosened the top button with his finger. 

"Bentley?" Sara whimpered. 

"Just a little," he breathed, his voice husky. 

He must have gotten hot. He tore his scrub shirt off, throwing it onto the floor. Then he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. 

Sara's heart hammered in her chest. She felt herself give in to him completely. 

He wound his hands around the back of her thighs.

"Let me taste your bubblegum tongue," he said as he continued his onslaught of blissfully sweet, sweet kisses. 

Sara wanted to be embarrassed, but the drinks had given her courage. She tentatively placed her tongue in his mouth, fighting self-consciousness.

Almost instantly he pulled her tongue farther into his mouth, forcing her own mouth to open wider. 

"Fun, right?" he murmured between breaths. 

Sara sucked in air. She had never kissed him quite like this before. This kiss had more urgency and was far more passionate. 

His lips moved to slide along the side of her neck. 

Electrifying chills raced up and down her arms. 

He tugged the collar of her costume to the side. His lips teased the sensitive skin along her shoulders, and continued to burn a scorching trail back up over her throat. His breathing became ragged. 

Sara tangled her fingers in his hair, marveling at the softness of his darling curls. 

"You're impossible to resist, you know," he groaned hoarsely. He pressed his lips to hers again, holding the kiss for an extended period of time. 

"Bentley? Where are you?" a voice suddenly called.