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unreasonable attitude in a long swallow of beer. The interaction at the bar had not escaped Laycee’s notice. How could it with that laugh that sounded like a jackass braying?
    You sure you don’t want to go slap her? My inner bitch snorted.
    Shaking my head, I put down my glass. Laycee stared at me. “Don’t worry,” I assured her with a nonchalance I didn’t feel. “Nothing would have come of it anyway. He’s really not my type.”
    â€œYou’re such a liar.” The words were said affectionately, but the look in her eyes had me thinking she knew exactly how his gaze had affected me. “What would you do if he was to come over here right now and ask you out?”
    I honestly didn’t know. I told myself the reason for my tilt-a-whirl experience was because it had been a while since a guy had looked at me with any real interest. I was out of practice and had gotten flustered. That was all. No big deal. Except it really was a big deal. No man had ever looked at me before and made me feel excited and terrified all at the same time. I wasn’t sure if I liked it, and I certainly didn’t know how to handle it.
    It’s not that I don’t want a boyfriend; I’ve plunged headfirst into the dating pool several times. It’s just that, on an intellectual level, I’ve waded back out again seriously disillusioned. Is it too much to want a guy whose choice of reading material goes beyond Popular Mechanics, Field and Stream, or something that comes in a plain brown wrapper?
    Actually I might not have a problem with pornography if it meant I had a sex life, but the guys I’ve been dating must only be looking at the pictures because I’m still technically a virgin. Efforts to change my status so far have resulted in two broken zippers, a bad case of muscle cramps, and a real empathy for the embarrassment that comes with premature ejaculation. Same guy, three times. But it hasn’t been a complete waste of time. On the plus side I have learned a lot about foreplay.
    Tapping the surface of the table with a long, red fingernail, Laycee tilted her head. “I think you’re all wrong about him waiting for someone,” she murmured in a low voice. “I think he’s just found what he’s been looking for.”
    I looked up, astonished to see Miss Juicy herself heading toward us with a tray balanced on the upturned palm of one hand. I knew the exaggerated sway of her hips was definitely not for my benefit. Stopping at our table, she popped out her hip before placing her free hand on it. My inner bitch was straining at the leash.
    â€œFrom the guy at the end of the bar,” she said, taking the lone glass off her tray and placing it in front of me.
    My first instinct was to tell her she’d made a mistake, only the look on her face said she already thought that. How I had managed to hook such a catch was beyond her comprehension. It took all I had to keep the shit-eating grin off my face. Guess I’d rated that second look after all.
    Next to me, Laycee was almost quivering with excitement. This was something straight out of one of her trashy romance novels. The only thing that could have made it even better was if I’d gotten champagne. Somehow I doubted there was a bottle of Dom Perignon hidden behind the bar.
    I’m not a complete idiot. Men have bought me drinks before, but usually I’m on a date with them. This was the first time I’d been singled out in such a way, and while I was pleased it got Miss Juicy’s panties all wadded up, on another level I wasn’t comfortable with the attention. I felt out of my depth, mainly because I didn’t know what kind of expectations came with the drink, and there would be some, there always were. But I was certain of one thing. He was a man who was very sure of himself and, I suspected, used to getting what he wanted.
    The decision made, I picked up the tumbler, catching