“I’m not crazy—he’s not even trying to be subtle about his attraction to you.”
“One little look.”
“No. Men are hunters—let the man hunt. You don’t want him thinking you’re a slam dunk.”
“Well, I’mnota slam dunk. I’m not even an easy lay-up.” I snicker. “Or a jump shot. Or a free throw.” I snort. “Or even a fade-away.”
“Okay. I get it. You’re a whiz with basketball puns.” Charlotte bites her lip, her eyes still trained over my shoulder like lasers. “Good God, he’s making my mouth water.”
“Okay, now you’re just being a bitch, Charlotte McDougal. At least tell me what the guy looks like.”
“Like a man with a very big dick.”
I laugh. “How many martinis did you have at that last bar?”
“Just two. And a shot. Oh, and another shot.” She snorts.
“Well, slow down High Speed. You get loose lips when you drink. Don’t embarrass me.”
“Never.” She narrows her eyes at her target. “Gah. He’s perfection.”
“At least tell me what he looks like.”
“He’s white. Light brown hair. Cheekbones to die for. Tattoo-sleeves on both arms. Muscles in all the right places. Swagger, swagger, swagger. Gah. He’s perfect. Seriously, though, what straight man needs cheekbones like that?”
“Maybe he’s not straight.”
“Honey, he’s looking at you like he wants to mack down on your pussy. Clearly, he’s not a man who’s looking for a gal-pal.”
“I’m gonna look.”
“Okay. But just don’t be too obvious about it. Glance around the room first.”
“Got it.”
I begin looking around the room, anywhere and everywhere but in the direction Charlotte’s been staring for the last few minutes until finally letting my gaze drift toward the bar area and then sweep down the full length of the bar, straight past a muscled god with tattoos on his arms...Holy motherfucking shit! I look away, my heart raging in my chest, and lean into Charlotte’s ear. “Holy fuck, he’s hot.”
“Like I said.”
“I can’t do this, Char. I’ve been out of practice for too long. The last really hot guy I flirted with was Stu, and look how that turned out.”
“Tessa, you just now flirted with all those guys at the last bar and you did great.”
“Because none of those guys even remotely interested me. Butthisguy... one glance and I don’t have a few butterflies flapping around in my stomach, I’ve got an entire flock of bald eagles.”
“It’s mind over matter, babe. For all you know, this guy could be a total asshole underneath those cheekbones. You were just going on and on the other day about how society places far too much value on physical appearance, remember?”
“Yeah, but that was mybraintalking.Now that I’m seeing this guy, my body’s telling my brain to shut the fuck up.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get the conversation started while you get your bald eagles under control, okay? Just join in whenever you’re comfortable.”
I mumble something incoherent.
“You got this. You’re Samantha the Randy Flight Attendant, not Tessa the Executive Personal Assistant—and Samantha’s a shameless flirt.”
I look down at the uniform I’m wearing and my stomach clenches. “Crap. I forgot I’m dressed like this. Maybe I should—”
Charlotte gasps and clutches my arm. “Oh my God!” she blurts, cutting me off. “Mr. Hottie just cleared two stools right next to him!” She grabs my upper arm and begins dragging me across the room. “Come on,Samantha. Let’s get that lady-boner of yours flying at full mast for the first time in nine months.”
