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for research purposes.”
    “As long as it’s sexual research, you’re good to go,” Mia replied. “I guarantee that great sex will give you the boost you need.”
    Though the thought of great sex made Polly a little nervous, it was past time that she finally got her groove on.
    “I’m ready,” she said with a firm nod. “I want to experience everything I’ve been missing, and especially to—” she dropped her voice to a whisper “—get laid.”
    If she was going to do this, she was going full-force, like turning an egg beater on high speed to get the job done.
    “Good girl.” Mia gave a nod of satisfaction. “Let’s get started.”
    She spun around on the stool again to face the crowded room.
    “What you need first,” she continued, “is practice. Look at that guy. Serious, panty-melting hottie alert.”
    She nodded toward a tall, dark-haired man in his thirties who was playing pool. Polly blinked and focused on him.
    Oh, wow. Hottie, indeed. How was it possible she hadn’t noticed him before now? He was wearing gray trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms. A striped, silk tie was knotted loosely around his neck, and the collar of his shirt was unbuttoned, displaying a tempting V of tanned skin.
    As he leaned over to position a shot, Polly let her gaze travel over the slope of his muscular shoulders and back, down to his very fine ass. She had never been much of a gawker, but this man gave a girl plenty to gawk at.
    Then he glanced over his shoulder. Right at Polly.
    Their gazes collided with a force that almost knocked her off the barstool. She grabbed the edge of the bar, her heartbeat going from normal to crazy-wild in two seconds flat. The air sizzled with a current of electricity that arced right between them, setting her nerves alight and pooling heat in her core. Her sex actually throbbed, as if he were parting her legs and gliding his fingers right up north to—
    He broke their eye contact and returned his attention to the pool table.
    Whoa. What the hell just happened?
    He shot. And missed.
    “Hmm,” Mia said. “Maybe you should go console him.”
    “What?”
    “For practice,” Mia explained. “You need to learn how to approach a hot guy and talk to him. You have a total opening since he’s standing there by himself waiting for his next turn. But if you don’t go now, that redhead in the corner booth is going to pounce on him. And she looks like a territorial bitch.”
    Polly swung her gaze to the busty redhead whose cleavage was about to pop out of her tank top. The redhead was staring at Mr. Hottie, poised on the edge of her seat as if she were waiting for an opportunity to make a move.
    “Go,” Mia hissed, grabbing Polly’s arm and hustling her off the stool. “I’m right here. If you start to panic, scratch your ear as a signal, and I’ll come rescue you.”
    Polly dug for courage, grabbed her shot from the bar, and approached Mr. Hottie. Thanks to Mia picking out her outfit tonight, she was wearing a black mini-skirt and white, stretchy shirt that gave her a nice hourglass shape without looking trashy. At least, that was what Mia had told her before they’d left for the Japanese restaurant.
    Polly stopped beside Mr. Hottie. Just the air around him seemed warmer and charged with energy. A tingle rained down her spine.
    He turned his head to look at her. God, he was gorgeous. Strong features shadowed with a delicious-looking dark scruff, black eyebrows arching over thick-lashed eyes, and a sensual mouth that was made for kissing and probably a lot of other dirty things Polly shouldn’t know about.
    And didn’t.
    Mr. Hottie surely did, though. He exuded self-confidence, control, and oodles of sexual experience. He could really teach her a thing or two. Or several dozen.
    Oh, yes. He was the man she needed and wanted—even though just getting close to him was nerve-wracking.
    He was still looking at her. Again, her heartbeat