up and she hurried toward the relative safety of the empty booth. As she slid in, she cast a nervous glance at Tattoo Guy. His gaze bore into hers and she looked away.
Her faith in Ryan's judgment was fading fast. Was this the type of place he liked to go? She never would have figured him as the kind of guy to seek out prostitutes. Why would he need to? There were more than enough women willing to sleep with him for free.
She watched him wading through the tables, a full glass in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. Calm expectation lay over his even features, again giving her the impression that he was very pleased with himself about something. Was her discomfort and disapproval of this place the cause? Was all this just a trick to get her to give up her plan?
Her stomach clenched as suspicion rolled through it. She knew Ryan didn't like this idea, but he'd agreed to help. He'd signed a contract. Was he trying to back out on her, now?
He gave her the soda and then settled across from her. "See that couple on the other side of the bar?"
"Red dress with half her bosom hanging out?" she observed.
"That's the one."
"Charming."
"Notice how she bends over to reach the pretzel bowl? Puts them right in his face." He set his bottle on the table and cupped his hands in front of his chest.
She raised her brows in disbelief. Ryan was rarely crude around her, even in college. Why the sudden switch?
"See how she casually lays her hand on his knee?" he observed. "Moves it right up his thigh straight to the goods. Bringing in some swizzle stick action, now, in and out of her mouth to seal the deal. I guarantee you he's so hard, his brain has completely shut down."
She watched him while he took a swallow of beer. It would be just like him to pull something like this. All for her own good, of course, at least in his mind. He always had possessed an annoying habit of over-protecting her, even when she made it clear that she didn't need it.
"If you're determined to go through with this, that's what you have to learn to do," he said, leaning against the back of the booth.
CK did her best to hide her annoyance. He was trying to shock her, the traitor. Not only that, but he obviously thought she was too unsophisticated to catch on!
She couldn't deny that she was naive about most things where men were concerned. But being stunted socially did not mean she was stupid.
"Should I take notes?" she asked, her tone bursting with false sincerity.
"Just watch and learn." He took another pull from his beer.
"Maybe if I knew why sticking my ta-tas in a man's face was so affective?"
Ryan choked.
"Knowing why would really help me embrace the concept," she said over his coughing fit. "Does it turn men as brainless as a woman taking down her hair and removing her jacket?"
He cleared his throat and gave her a stern look. "You're only here to watch and learn, not participate."
She lost interest in torturing him when the couple at the bar started kissing and looked as if they'd be going at it on top of a counter any minute. Their inappropriate display was embarrassing and fascinating all at the same time. To CK's amazement, when the man slid his hand up under the woman's skirt, an image of Ryan doing that to her flashed into her mind. A flare of excitement ignited deep in her belly at the thought.
She grabbed her glass and took a long drink, hoping the cool fizz of the Coke would settle her. It was his fault she was having ideas like that. Him and his darn smoldering eyes and sexy voice.
Even if all this was an elaborate plan to scare her off, she had to find a way to make it work for her. These crazy feelings for Ryan told her clearly that she needed to learn everything she could about men and then go out there and get her one. Not just to keep Kazners, but for her own sake. Twenty-seven was way past due.
"Who turned brainless?" Ryan asked.
"Hmm?"
"It was Junior, wasn't it?"
"You mean Steve?" CK watched
Her faith in Ryan's judgment was fading fast. Was this the type of place he liked to go? She never would have figured him as the kind of guy to seek out prostitutes. Why would he need to? There were more than enough women willing to sleep with him for free.
She watched him wading through the tables, a full glass in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. Calm expectation lay over his even features, again giving her the impression that he was very pleased with himself about something. Was her discomfort and disapproval of this place the cause? Was all this just a trick to get her to give up her plan?
Her stomach clenched as suspicion rolled through it. She knew Ryan didn't like this idea, but he'd agreed to help. He'd signed a contract. Was he trying to back out on her, now?
He gave her the soda and then settled across from her. "See that couple on the other side of the bar?"
"Red dress with half her bosom hanging out?" she observed.
"That's the one."
"Charming."
"Notice how she bends over to reach the pretzel bowl? Puts them right in his face." He set his bottle on the table and cupped his hands in front of his chest.
She raised her brows in disbelief. Ryan was rarely crude around her, even in college. Why the sudden switch?
"See how she casually lays her hand on his knee?" he observed. "Moves it right up his thigh straight to the goods. Bringing in some swizzle stick action, now, in and out of her mouth to seal the deal. I guarantee you he's so hard, his brain has completely shut down."
She watched him while he took a swallow of beer. It would be just like him to pull something like this. All for her own good, of course, at least in his mind. He always had possessed an annoying habit of over-protecting her, even when she made it clear that she didn't need it.
"If you're determined to go through with this, that's what you have to learn to do," he said, leaning against the back of the booth.
CK did her best to hide her annoyance. He was trying to shock her, the traitor. Not only that, but he obviously thought she was too unsophisticated to catch on!
She couldn't deny that she was naive about most things where men were concerned. But being stunted socially did not mean she was stupid.
"Should I take notes?" she asked, her tone bursting with false sincerity.
"Just watch and learn." He took another pull from his beer.
"Maybe if I knew why sticking my ta-tas in a man's face was so affective?"
Ryan choked.
"Knowing why would really help me embrace the concept," she said over his coughing fit. "Does it turn men as brainless as a woman taking down her hair and removing her jacket?"
He cleared his throat and gave her a stern look. "You're only here to watch and learn, not participate."
She lost interest in torturing him when the couple at the bar started kissing and looked as if they'd be going at it on top of a counter any minute. Their inappropriate display was embarrassing and fascinating all at the same time. To CK's amazement, when the man slid his hand up under the woman's skirt, an image of Ryan doing that to her flashed into her mind. A flare of excitement ignited deep in her belly at the thought.
She grabbed her glass and took a long drink, hoping the cool fizz of the Coke would settle her. It was his fault she was having ideas like that. Him and his darn smoldering eyes and sexy voice.
Even if all this was an elaborate plan to scare her off, she had to find a way to make it work for her. These crazy feelings for Ryan told her clearly that she needed to learn everything she could about men and then go out there and get her one. Not just to keep Kazners, but for her own sake. Twenty-seven was way past due.
"Who turned brainless?" Ryan asked.
"Hmm?"
"It was Junior, wasn't it?"
"You mean Steve?" CK watched
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