“Maybe if a guy took the time to read these books, there might be a better pool, or at least a lot more satisfied women. Win/win. You should make that book a required read before signing your male clients. You can thank me later.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Was there no filter? A lesser man would have blushed, but he found himself oddly intrigued.
“Seriously?” She looked surprised.
“No.”
She shrugged. “Your loss. Are you ready?”
Was he?
Chapter Four
“Nice jet. Where are we going?”she asked as the jet took flight.
“Texas.”
“Oh, that doesn’t sound so bad. Hot and steamy like Florida, only…bigger.”
“Everything’s bigger in Texas,” he said, opening his briefcase.
“A girl can only hope.” She leaned back and watched the passing clouds. Sam appeared to be a normal guy. Maybe too fixated on his work, but she guessed he had to be to run a successful company. She nudged his elbow. Getting him to loosen up and ditch the boring paperwork was going to take a miracle. “Sam, have you ever joined the mile-high club?”
“No. Are you offering?”
“Not yet.” She smiled. “Are you packing?”
“Excuse me?”
“Sausage casing.”
He looked perplexed. Was she speaking a foreign language?
“Condoms.”
He stuffed his paperwork back into his briefcase and shut it. “What is it with you referring to a penis as sausage?”
She shrugged. “Would you prefer wanker, knob head, snickerdoodle? I’m open to suggestions. I thought we should have a code name, you know…for when you’re giving me tips.”
Sam unbuckled his seatbelt, stood, and held out his hand.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s obvious you’re sexually frustrated and in dire need of an anatomy lesson.”
As if he could embarrass her. Hadn’t he yet figured out that it took a lot to embarrass her? She unhooked her belt and rose without taking his hand. She closed the distance between them. “May I touch you?”
“Be my guest.” His lips twitched as he held out his arms.
Grace grabbed his crotch. “This is a cock, shaft, dick. Whatever the guy likes to hear that turns him on. She gently squeezed the hardening shaft. “One ofthose works for you. I can tell.” She winked and moved her hand to his chest. “Pecs. Good for scratching and kissing. Unless the woman is like me. I like to bite and leave a mark.” She touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip and moved her hands down his arms. “Muscles. Great for holding when pressed against the wall. Girls like that.” She stepped closer and grabbed his ass. “And this is an ass, nice and tight. Women like to dig their heels into a man’s ass to get them moving. Do I need to prove I know my own body? Because I can.”
“Sausage. We’ll stick with sausage.” He pulled her closer and leaned to whisper in her ear. “Next time you touch a man like that, be prepared to follow through.”
“Who said I wouldn’t?”
“I think I’ve misjudged you, Grace.”
“Am I hopeless? Are you ready to turn the jet around or make me jump without a parachute?”
