1: Get ridiculously drunk and be downright mean. I stared for a second, then a grin started. I hastily bit it off. This had potential.
2: Check out every other guy that walks past.Doable, but only withhimaround.
3: Demand the most expensive wine, clothes, and iPad in order to be happy.Ugh, so not me, but I could act like a gold-digger.
4: Stay in pajamas all day.Nope, not even, since I had work and other commitments. Besides, he’d probably think it was an invitation.
5: Be clingy.God, no! Not in this lifetime.
6: Compare him to other men.He sure didn’t like Calum, and I wasn’t even comparing them.
7: Be cold and inconsiderate.Yup, I could do that…then I recalled his mouth on mine—and my entire body went into a slow burn. My traitorous eyes lifted.
Still sprawled on the couch, Jack watched me with a considering stare. One I utterly detested because I knew he was up to something. Nailing him with a sharp, deadly glare, I returned to the article and read the next one.
8: Belittle his friends.But I liked War and Max.
“What’s gotten you so engrossed, Bug?” he drawled.
Clenching my teeth at the annoying name he’d tagged me with from the moment we met, I ignored him and continued reading.
9: Share as many intimate details of past encounters as possible.My encounters were flops, orgasm-less failures… Fine, I’d just have to brush up on more sexy reading.
10: Mess up any conversation he has with you. Play the ditz.A snort escaped me. My magazine vanished. “What the—?”
Jack smirked, flipping the periodical his way. When he saw the heading of the article, he laughed outright and lowered to sit on the arm of my chair as if I’d invited him. I moved to get up. He put a hand on my shoulder, keeping me there. “Ten Things That Turn Men Off? Let’s see…”
A whisper of his aftershave seeped into my senses, almost as if I’d strolled into a citrus orchard on a warm summer day…merged with a hint of sandalwood…earthy and sensual. My tummy churned. How could he smell this good after a day at work?
Bah! What was I doing mooning like a teenage girl? This was Jack.
“Do you mind?” I snapped, tugging at my magazine.
“Not at all,” he murmured, his grip like a damn vise, his gaze still locked on the article.
“Numberone: Getting drunk and mean? Hmmm, I’ll just put you in my bed, wait till you’re sober, then spank that lovely ass of yours until its red for being mean.Two:…other guys? Try it and see what happens…” His fingers began to stroke my nape, and my faithless body was totally onboard with him doing that.
“Three: expensive, eh? Not a problem, though I hardly see little miss do-gooder with a giving spirit being so mercenary.”
Uneasy, I shoved him and leaped up from the armchair. He fell into my vacated seat and laughed, sprawled there like some sexy male pinup.
Jack glanced back at the article and continued enlightening me on everything he’d do if I ever put that list to the test.
“Four: pajamas… I’ll simply keep you in bed if that happens, but you’ll be naked, which works for me.Five: clingy? Yes, please. Can’t wait.”
Then the devil had the cheek to grin, enjoying my scowl.
“Six: compare… Don’t even try it.Seven: hmm, no, you can never be cold or inconsiderate…except when it comes to me. But we’ll work on that.Eight: you like Max and War. So, no problem there.Nine… your past…” He stilled.
Now I smirked. “Travis…” I faked a dreamy sigh. “He was my first,” I said it like I had a long list to go through. “And so hot. Those magical hands, the things he could do with his lips and tongue…”
Jack’s pale eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t even finish that sentence, Bug, or I’ll show you an intimacy right here that you never believed possible.”
“In your dreams.”
He didn’t say anything, merely stared. Dammit. Could I not think of something else to spit out? He’d already informed me that I featured in his fantasies.
His gaze lowered to the magazine again. “Ten: play the ditz?” He grinned and shook his head. “A math major student?”
