![]() Very, very hot.īut in a flash, that hot feeling turned into utter horror. He would look at her and she would… Okay, even in fantasy she didn’t know. He would be all lean muscle and wicked smiles. With a man like that one…well, she doubted she would laugh. She wouldn’t be awkward and make jokes and laugh when he got naked because there were all these feelings that were so…so weird she didn’t know how else to react. That woman would know what to do if the guy wanted to take her home after the date and get naked. Who would know what to wear and how to act if she were invited to a fancy gala whatever. ![]() To have him look at you like a sex object instead of a drinking buddy.įor a moment, she envied the woman standing there, who could absolutely get a date if she wanted one. To be the focus of a man’s attention like that. He said something and the little blonde he was talking to practically shimmered with excitement. He leaned up against the wall, his forearm above his head. The kind of hands that made her wonder if she needed to investigate the potential fuss of sex again. Broad shoulders, broad chest, strong-looking hands. A woman was standing in front of him looking up at his face like he was her every birthday wish come true.įor a moment the sight of the man standing there struck her completely dumb. She allowed her gaze to drift across the bar, and her attention was caught by the figure of a man in the corner, black cowboy hat on his head, his face shrouded by the dim light. She tapped the top of her knee, looking around the bar, trying to decide if she was going to get up and order a drink or wait for someone to come to the table. “Right.” At least when it came to Sam, she knew the difficult-conversation thing had nothing to do with her. “Hi,” she said, plopping down in the chair beside him. Drinking a beer and looking grumpy, which was pretty much par for the course with him, but Chase was nowhere to be seen. She moved closer, and the man at the table tilted his head up. Because as long as she’d known Sam, she still had a hard time making conversation with him. The lighting was dim, so she knew someone was sitting there, but couldn’t make out which McCormack brother it was. She stalked across the room, heading toward the table that she and Chase, and often his brother, Sam, occupied on Friday nights. Also, maybe if Corbin had been able to prove to her that sex was worth the trouble she would view it differently. Yeah, her sexual debut had also been the final curtain.īut if men weren’t such whiny babies, maybe that wouldn’t have been the case. Since she had done a wonderful job of smashing his ego with a hammer the next day at school when she’d told her best friend, Chase, about Corbin’s…limitations. That quick roll in the literal hay with Corbin Martin hadn’t exactly been a date per se.Īnd it hadn’t led to anything, either. ![]() In fact, it was entirely possible that she had never technically been on one. It had been longer than she wanted to admit since she’d actually had a date. But on top of that, she was a little concerned that she had no prowess to speak of. The fact that she had bet on her dating prowess was… Well, embarrassing didn’t even begin to describe it. Now she was feeling both humiliated and a little bit uncertain. ![]() That exchange had seemed both enraging and empowering about an hour ago. A lot less so when Daniel and Mark had gotten ahold of it and decided it was the funniest thing in the world to imagine her trying to get a date to the coveted fund-raiser.īecause apparently the idea of her having a date at all was the pinnacle of comedic genius. She had been flattered when she’d received her invitation to the community charity event that the West family hosted every year. She wanted to punch Daniel in his smug face for that one. You know you can’t bring your socket wrench. That’s really nice that the invitation includes a plus one. When Anna Brown walked into Ace’s bar she was contemplating whether or not she could get away with murdering her older brothers. ![]()
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