sure, she wouldn’t find such a man in BAM. She’d been smart enough to
keep her distance for years. Then Cody Monroe sneaked his way into her heart.
He’d told her how beautiful she was, how her eyes glowed with magic, and she’d
fallen apart in his arms.
Must have been Cody’s comment
about her eyes. Pops always criticized her for having serious, moody eyes, but
when Cody called them magical, hope lit her insides. Maybe she was a beautiful
girl after all, not the tomboy little sister of the Ryan boys.
“Damn,” she muttered.
“What?” Jason asked.
“What, what?” She jerked her hands
off from his back.
“You said something.”
“Didn’t mean to.” And she hadn’t.
Whew, she couldn’t afford for brain mumbles to escape her lips right now,
especially not with this guy on her table.
She’d been drawn to Cody much like
she was drawn to Jason. He was sexy, vulnerable, sexy, needy, broken, sexy and,
oh, yeah, sexy.
It didn’t help that she was past
thirty and didn’t have a man. She’d call her big brother after today’s show and
ask for that guy’s number—what was his name? Danny? Desmond? Big brother Curt
raved about the guy, that he was a great catch and would be a loving father and
loyal husband. She couldn’t help thinking if she wanted loyal she should get
herself a Cocker Spaniel.
“You’re done,” she said, giving
The Stripper a pat on the back.
He didn’t move.
“Stripper?”
Nothing.
“Jason?”
“Hmmm?”
“I’m finished.”
He slowly opened his eyes,
focusing on the far wall. “That was amazing,” he said, breathless. “Can you
come home with me?”
“Very funny.” She went to rinse
the slick oil off her hands.
“I’m not joking.” And Jason surely
wasn’t. He’d love to have a female like Sandy waiting for him at home, a woman
whose magical hands could make him relax better than any booze could.
He sat up slowly, grinding his
teeth against the ache in his back, and studied her expression in the mirror
above the sink. She seemed far away, but not angry like before. Good, he didn’t
want to make her angry, yet he didn’t know her well enough to know how to avoid
the land mines.
“The least you can do is let me
buy you dinner,” he said, then panicked because his idea of dinner was the
drive-through burger joint. He sensed she was classier than that.
“I have a rule.” She turned,
rubbing lotion on her hands. It made him hard. “I don’t date any of the boys.”
“What about that Monroe guy?” He’d
heard the rumors.
A strained look crossed her face.
“I thought he was different.” She pushed away from the sink and shoved the
lotion into her bag. “Bad judgment on my part. I learned my lesson. Won’t be
doing that again.”
“Just because he was an asshole
doesn’t mean we’re all jerks.” He felt compelled to push. He needed to stick
close to her. She was an excellent mark for this assignment. She knew all the
players, their families, and financial needs, and she had magic hands. Hands he
was going to dream about all night.
The door burst open and Rey Risque
popped his head in. “Sandy, Johnny needs you! Atomic Bomb miscalculated and
messed up Oscar.”
“Damn.” She raced out of the room.
And just like that she was gone,
off to save another fool.
Three wrestlers came into the
room: Floyd, Rodger Dodger and someone Jason didn’t know, a seven-foot guy who
drooled as he watched Sandy rush off down the hall.
“Man, I’d like to nail her,” the
giant said.
“She’s not available,” Jason said.
“No?”
“Doesn’t date wrestlers.”
“I know that,” the seven-foot
wrestler said. “That doesn’t mean I can’t nail her.” He laughed, but Jason
noticed the other two guys weren’t laughing.
“You’re an asshole,” Floyd said.
“Don’t I know it,” the giant
agreed.
“But this guy...” Floyd stuck his
hand out and Jason automatically shook it. “You were pretty good tonight,
keep her distance for years. Then Cody Monroe sneaked his way into her heart.
He’d told her how beautiful she was, how her eyes glowed with magic, and she’d
fallen apart in his arms.
Must have been Cody’s comment
about her eyes. Pops always criticized her for having serious, moody eyes, but
when Cody called them magical, hope lit her insides. Maybe she was a beautiful
girl after all, not the tomboy little sister of the Ryan boys.
“Damn,” she muttered.
“What?” Jason asked.
“What, what?” She jerked her hands
off from his back.
“You said something.”
“Didn’t mean to.” And she hadn’t.
Whew, she couldn’t afford for brain mumbles to escape her lips right now,
especially not with this guy on her table.
She’d been drawn to Cody much like
she was drawn to Jason. He was sexy, vulnerable, sexy, needy, broken, sexy and,
oh, yeah, sexy.
It didn’t help that she was past
thirty and didn’t have a man. She’d call her big brother after today’s show and
ask for that guy’s number—what was his name? Danny? Desmond? Big brother Curt
raved about the guy, that he was a great catch and would be a loving father and
loyal husband. She couldn’t help thinking if she wanted loyal she should get
herself a Cocker Spaniel.
“You’re done,” she said, giving
The Stripper a pat on the back.
He didn’t move.
“Stripper?”
Nothing.
“Jason?”
“Hmmm?”
“I’m finished.”
He slowly opened his eyes,
focusing on the far wall. “That was amazing,” he said, breathless. “Can you
come home with me?”
“Very funny.” She went to rinse
the slick oil off her hands.
“I’m not joking.” And Jason surely
wasn’t. He’d love to have a female like Sandy waiting for him at home, a woman
whose magical hands could make him relax better than any booze could.
He sat up slowly, grinding his
teeth against the ache in his back, and studied her expression in the mirror
above the sink. She seemed far away, but not angry like before. Good, he didn’t
want to make her angry, yet he didn’t know her well enough to know how to avoid
the land mines.
“The least you can do is let me
buy you dinner,” he said, then panicked because his idea of dinner was the
drive-through burger joint. He sensed she was classier than that.
“I have a rule.” She turned,
rubbing lotion on her hands. It made him hard. “I don’t date any of the boys.”
“What about that Monroe guy?” He’d
heard the rumors.
A strained look crossed her face.
“I thought he was different.” She pushed away from the sink and shoved the
lotion into her bag. “Bad judgment on my part. I learned my lesson. Won’t be
doing that again.”
“Just because he was an asshole
doesn’t mean we’re all jerks.” He felt compelled to push. He needed to stick
close to her. She was an excellent mark for this assignment. She knew all the
players, their families, and financial needs, and she had magic hands. Hands he
was going to dream about all night.
The door burst open and Rey Risque
popped his head in. “Sandy, Johnny needs you! Atomic Bomb miscalculated and
messed up Oscar.”
“Damn.” She raced out of the room.
And just like that she was gone,
off to save another fool.
Three wrestlers came into the
room: Floyd, Rodger Dodger and someone Jason didn’t know, a seven-foot guy who
drooled as he watched Sandy rush off down the hall.
“Man, I’d like to nail her,” the
giant said.
“She’s not available,” Jason said.
“No?”
“Doesn’t date wrestlers.”
“I know that,” the seven-foot
wrestler said. “That doesn’t mean I can’t nail her.” He laughed, but Jason
noticed the other two guys weren’t laughing.
“You’re an asshole,” Floyd said.
“Don’t I know it,” the giant
agreed.
“But this guy...” Floyd stuck his
hand out and Jason automatically shook it. “You were pretty good tonight,
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