The Seduction of Kinley Foster (What Happens in Vegas) by Lisa Wells Page A

tell me no, you should know, I’ve been told I give a hell of a blowjob.” She blew her hair out of her eyes as if giving weight to the word “blow.”
    His mouth fell open. How did she know he’d been thinking of her and blowjobs? Images of her lips wrapped around his dick tortured him. He searched for his resolve. “The fact remains, I’m not attracted to you.” He forced the words out, hoping he was doing a better job of convincing her than he was himself.
    She arched her back against the frame of the door. “I can see you’re trying to do the right thing. Be a good friend. I’ll make you another wager, Ian Thompson.”
    “I’m not being a…what kind of wager?” God, how did she pull off sexy wearing those pajamas?
    “If I can seduce you, you have to spend the nights of the conference teaching me about sex and sexual tension.”
    He rubbed a hand down his face. “Cut the crap, Kinley. Why me? Is this a test of my character? Are you pushing me to see if I’m worthy of your brother’s friendship? If I’m worthy of your forgiveness?”
    She stared him straight in the eyes. “Not everything in life is about you or my brother. And the truth is I’m a little out of practice and could use a practice run with a test dummy.”
    He’d give anything to be able to read her mind right now. “A practice run? With a test dummy? Meaning me?”
    “Sure. Who better to strike that kind of deal with than the devil? Isn’t there a saying about the devil you know being better than the devil you don’t?”
    He reached out and plucked at the string on her pajama bottoms. Not enough to untie the cute little bow. Just enough to cause her to react.
    She flattened her back against the door. Out of his reach.
    He sighed. “ Damn it, Kinley. You don ’t have the personality to write steamy sex. You need to try your hand at something tamer.”
    She unbuttoned the top button of her top. “ I don ’t want to try something tamer.” She unbuttoned the second button. “I want to do some role playing.” He thought he heard her murmur something about a New Year’s resolution.
    “Forget it.” He turned away. “I’ve been accused of doing the unthinkable to your brother once. I’m not putting myself in a position to have that happen again. Having sex with you isn’t going to happen.” Hell. Did she want to play out some of the roles in her manuscript?
    “Four one-night stands it’ll be then,” she said airily. She pushed away from the door, walked to the couch, and plopped down.
    He glanced back at her. “You’ re impossible. ”
    She picked up her laptop. “Compromise. My brother doesn’t have to know how you helped me, just that you helped me. And I’m willing to concede that you’re right. I do lack the necessary experience. But like anything else, I can learn.”
    He shoved his hands into his pant pockets. No way was he going to make a promise to not tell her brother. “I lied. Your manuscript is full of sexual tension, and your sex scenes gave me a hard-on. I just don’t want to be your agent.”
    She didn’t look up at him. “Again with the lying.”
    The accusation hit him in the gut. He’d been accused of lying once. He’d promised himself he’d never be placed in a position to be called a liar again. Yet, he’d just willingly lied to her. “Okay, you’re right. I lied. Your sex scenes sucked. But I can’t let you have nameless sex while I’ve been put in charge of watching out for you.”
    She gave him a look of surprise. Stared intently at him. “Then we’re back to you teaching me.”
    God, she made his head spin. But that was Kinley. One hundred percent all in, rarely looking before she leaped. It’d been a trait he’d assumed she’d grow out of…obviously not.
    He tried again. “This is crazy.”
    She shrugged. “ No doubt. ”
    He groped for a way out of the deal she was bargaining for. There was none. Unless…he fought fire with fire. He’d counter her bet with his own bet.