Page 9 of Rolling in Hot


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“There’s a wet t-shirt contest at the bar in town tonight.”

I crinkle my nose and groan. “Disgusting. I don’t want to see that.”

“I don’t want you to see that. I want you to do that!” She giggles and I gasp, outraged.

“Have you lost your mind? I can’t do that!”

“Yes, you can. And if you want a man, especially an older man, to pay attention to you as a woman, you gotta make sure that he realizes you’re a woman. You gotta smack him in the head with it. Boobs do the trick every damn time!”

I start to argue with her again and then I stop and think. “How would I get him to see the boobs?”

“We call him and tell him that you’re drunk and you’re not thinking straight and then we lead our little lamb to slaughter.”

“You can’t come up with a better way to say that?”

“I probably could but I’m coming up with this on the sly. My bestie wants a guy and I’m not gonna let you languish forever as a virgin. One of us has to get some action.” Her mumbled grumpy voice makes me smile. “That guy still given you hassle.”

“Yeah. I can’t get him to leave me alone. And yet he won’t fucking touch me. I want to kill him. Or kiss him. Maybe both.”

“Tell you what? Let’s test out your theory and then maybe we’ll be able to lure in your big fish!”

She giggles. “Big fish? Good one! Get ready and I’ll pick you up in forty minutes. Dress slutty. But make sure you wear your thinnest white t-shirt.” She stops and thinks for a second and then I hear a bark of laughter. “And wear a fire-engine red bra. Lace. Maybe sheer. Might as well swat him in the head with it!”

I giggle and pull out my favorite bra. “Yeah. I got just the thing.”

“Knew you would. Let’s get this show on the road. Be there soon.”

I hang up and pull out a tiny jean skirt that barely covers my ass. Then I find a thin t-shirt and pull all my clothes on, smiling when I see that you can see the bra through the white fabric. Not very well yet but enough to know it’s there.

Then I pull out a pair of scrappy white sandals and moisturize the hell out of my legs so that they glow before I strap the sandals on. Then I apply darker makeup than I usually wear and scrunch my wavy curls up until they’re a tangle of red-gold around my head. I put in a pair of dazzling crystal earrings that are so long they brush my shoulders.

I step back and study my image, smiling. If we can get Sam there, there’s no way in hell he won’t realize I’m all woman.

Smack him in the head with it indeed!

Half an hour later, a car pulls up along the road and I jog down the grass beside the driveway. Gemma pops out of the little car and he mouth drops open.

“Oh my god! Who the hell are you and what have you done with my bestie!”

I preen and perch my hand on my hip. “You think this will work?”

“If it doesn’t he’s dead and I guarantee you’ll find another man in there who’s dying to take your v-card.”

“I don’t want anyone!” I pout and jump into her car, laughing when she jumps in after me and starts the car.

“I know that! Trust me! Just cause I can’t seem to get my own guy to figure out that he wants me doesn’t mean that we can’t get your guy.” She shoots me a pointed look. “You said he’s older. How old is he do you think?”

“I heard some of the other guys talking about him just having his fortieth birthday last month.” Shivers dance up and down my spine when I think about that.

He’s so mature and sexy. Dangerously sexy.

“Whoa! You really like them older, don’t you?” Her blond curls shimmer around her shoulders. “I don’t think mine is that old.” She huffs out a breath and her green eyes glow with anger. “Course I can’t get him to pay attention to me. So who the hell knows.”

I lay my hand on hers. “Don’t worry. I know you. If you want this guy, he’ll have to give in eventually.”

“His daughter likes me.”

My head whips around. “He’s got a kid? Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

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