Tonight she’d appeared at his door like a fantasy brought to life. The sexual heat they were generating with no more than eye contact had made him feel as if he might burst into flame if he so much as touched her. After months of monklike devotion to work, he’d wanted to start wooing his neighbor into bed. And the way she’d returned the heat of his gaze, he’d half convinced himself the wooing wouldn’t takelong.
Tonight,his body hadbegged.
Yes,she’d eagerlyanswered.
Then the book had tumbled to thefloor.
Oh, yeah. Based on Shari’s reaction, she believed he needed the how-to primer. Which raised some interesting possibilities. Would the lady be open to helping him discover his innerCasanova?
He’d always loved any kind of a challenge, but a challenge wearing a skirt—a short, sassy skirt that bared shapely legs—was his favoritekind.
What would it take to convince Shari to help him test drive his newbook?
He rose and began topace.
Things had started feeling a little stale in his love life the past year or so. Nothing too specific, just that sometimes going home alone at the end of the evening was more appealing than taking a woman with him. The company wasbetter.
It wasn’t as if he was going to be popping Viagra anytime soon, but the old Johnson wasn’t clamoring for action the way it used to. Sometimes, even at the hottest clubs, with the hottest women, he’d feel restless. Bored,even.
The women he went after nearly always said yes. Where was the challenge in that? And Luke was beginning to realize that he’d come to enjoy the chase almost as much as thecatch.
He turned and the lamplight bounced off the red cover of his book like a lasciviouswink.
Getting a woman into bed when she believed he was a complete loser in the sack would be a challenge unlike any he’d ever faced. Not just any woman, but Shari Wilson with her intelligent eyes, trim figure and her recently conceived notion about his sexual prowess—that he didn’t haveany.
He started to chuckle. If he could convince Shari to work through the how-to manual with him, step-by-step and chapter-by-chapter, he’d be able to tell firsthand whether the book actuallyworked.
If she stuck with him through the whole book, while he did nothing but what the manual recommended, and, at the end of it, she still wanted to sleep with him, then he could safely consider himself the Hemingway of the how-tobook.
Getting Shari to agree to his crazy-ass plan was not going to be easy. In fact, it was just this side of impossible—Which was why he liked it somuch.
He glanced down and addressed his privates, which really hadn’t seen much action lately. “What do you say, are we up for the challenge?” It seemed to him his answer was self-evident; his body snapped to attention at the thought of seducingShari.
Now all he needed was a plan ofattack.
