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begging.”
She thumped her coffee cup down, causing some to splash out. “ I don ’t beg.”
He took a sip of his coffee. “If you’re any good, you won’t have to beg.” Damn, she looked good.
As in a good girl. Like the Catholic schoolgirl she once was.
“Please tell me you know how to pick-up a guy?” He didn’t know why he was teasing her. Or why there was a sensation of excitement tightening his gut.
“Of course I know how to bring a guy home from a bar with me.” Her voice jumped several notes.
Ian continued in a blasé tone he hoped annoyed the hell out of her. “Great. Tonight you have to flirt. Make me laugh. Make me want to come back to your room with you. Make me feel macho.” Okay, now he was laying it on extra thick.
Her somber inspection slid smoothly over him. She tapped her lips with her finger. “Are you insecure in certain areas of your manhood? Is that why you need a woman to make you feel macho?”
He grinned. She’d always had witty comebacks when they were arguing. “I guess you’ll have to successfully seduce me to find out.” And if he wasn’t mistaken, this was the second time she’d made a reference to the size of his cock. The lady was prying. How long had this curiosity about him been stashed in her brain?
She sat down at the table and tucked her legs underneath her. Her smile fell away. Determination filled her eyes. “Where exactly am I going to find you to flirt with you?” She raised her hands over her head and did a series of side stretches.
He couldn’t force his gaze away. Where was the tomboy of years gone by? The one who’d shown up to his apartment to seduce him wearing sneakers and a baseball cap and her school uniform? “Mmmm.” The easiest place would be in the bar down stairs.
Except tonight she would fail to seduce him. Success wasn’t an option. No matter what she said, one didn’t accept the task of “watching out” for a sister and then fall into bed with said sister. And he didn’t want her to fail in front of other writers, agents, and editors. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll be at Club Uno by nine o’clock tonight. You can show me what you’ve got there.”
She dropped her hands to her sides and frowned. “I heard that’s impossible to get into if you don’t know someone.”
“You know someone.”
“Who?”
“I’ll have your name on the guest list. Go to the front, you’ll be able to skip the line.”
“Make it eight o’clock.” She placed her left foot on the chair and tied her shoestrings.
“Anxious?” Did she know he could see up her shorts when she did that? Was she doing it on purpose? He glanced away and focused on the potted plant in the corner of the room.
“I’d like to have you seduced and asleep by ten. The conference starts tomorrow, and I want to be fresh for it.”
He glanced back at her.
She swapped feet and tied the other shoe.
“Kinley, when the time comes, you can say no.” At this rate, she wasn’t going to have any problem getting him to say yes. He better get his priorities straight before tonight.
“And in the morning, if I’ve wowed you with my abilities, you’ll spend the next three nights wowing me with yours?”
He reluctantly nodded. “Yes.”
She dropped her foot to the floor. “Are you going to think less of me for doing this?” She nibbled her thumb.
He shook his head. “This has nothing to do with my feelings for you one way or another.”
Chapter Eight
Kinley sat at the blackjack table with Charlie, glad her new airplane friend agreed to spend the day plotting with her. Not book plotting. Seduction plotting. All Kinley had to do was promise to play some blackjack with her first.
They’d been playing about an hour, and Kinley was up twenty dollars. “Hit me,” she said to the dealer.
The dealer laid a seven on Kinley’ s cards.
She waved her hand over them. “Stay.” You couldn’t just tell the dealer you wanted to stay on your cards, you had to make the
She thumped her coffee cup down, causing some to splash out. “ I don ’t beg.”
He took a sip of his coffee. “If you’re any good, you won’t have to beg.” Damn, she looked good.
As in a good girl. Like the Catholic schoolgirl she once was.
“Please tell me you know how to pick-up a guy?” He didn’t know why he was teasing her. Or why there was a sensation of excitement tightening his gut.
“Of course I know how to bring a guy home from a bar with me.” Her voice jumped several notes.
Ian continued in a blasé tone he hoped annoyed the hell out of her. “Great. Tonight you have to flirt. Make me laugh. Make me want to come back to your room with you. Make me feel macho.” Okay, now he was laying it on extra thick.
Her somber inspection slid smoothly over him. She tapped her lips with her finger. “Are you insecure in certain areas of your manhood? Is that why you need a woman to make you feel macho?”
He grinned. She’d always had witty comebacks when they were arguing. “I guess you’ll have to successfully seduce me to find out.” And if he wasn’t mistaken, this was the second time she’d made a reference to the size of his cock. The lady was prying. How long had this curiosity about him been stashed in her brain?
She sat down at the table and tucked her legs underneath her. Her smile fell away. Determination filled her eyes. “Where exactly am I going to find you to flirt with you?” She raised her hands over her head and did a series of side stretches.
He couldn’t force his gaze away. Where was the tomboy of years gone by? The one who’d shown up to his apartment to seduce him wearing sneakers and a baseball cap and her school uniform? “Mmmm.” The easiest place would be in the bar down stairs.
Except tonight she would fail to seduce him. Success wasn’t an option. No matter what she said, one didn’t accept the task of “watching out” for a sister and then fall into bed with said sister. And he didn’t want her to fail in front of other writers, agents, and editors. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll be at Club Uno by nine o’clock tonight. You can show me what you’ve got there.”
She dropped her hands to her sides and frowned. “I heard that’s impossible to get into if you don’t know someone.”
“You know someone.”
“Who?”
“I’ll have your name on the guest list. Go to the front, you’ll be able to skip the line.”
“Make it eight o’clock.” She placed her left foot on the chair and tied her shoestrings.
“Anxious?” Did she know he could see up her shorts when she did that? Was she doing it on purpose? He glanced away and focused on the potted plant in the corner of the room.
“I’d like to have you seduced and asleep by ten. The conference starts tomorrow, and I want to be fresh for it.”
He glanced back at her.
She swapped feet and tied the other shoe.
“Kinley, when the time comes, you can say no.” At this rate, she wasn’t going to have any problem getting him to say yes. He better get his priorities straight before tonight.
“And in the morning, if I’ve wowed you with my abilities, you’ll spend the next three nights wowing me with yours?”
He reluctantly nodded. “Yes.”
She dropped her foot to the floor. “Are you going to think less of me for doing this?” She nibbled her thumb.
He shook his head. “This has nothing to do with my feelings for you one way or another.”
Chapter Eight
Kinley sat at the blackjack table with Charlie, glad her new airplane friend agreed to spend the day plotting with her. Not book plotting. Seduction plotting. All Kinley had to do was promise to play some blackjack with her first.
They’d been playing about an hour, and Kinley was up twenty dollars. “Hit me,” she said to the dealer.
The dealer laid a seven on Kinley’ s cards.
She waved her hand over them. “Stay.” You couldn’t just tell the dealer you wanted to stay on your cards, you had to make the
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