what it felt like to be with him for real?
She found herself eyeing him hard again. He returned her gaze intently, his eyes narrowing as if he could read her thoughts. Heat sizzled through her as she realized that, despite his release, he was still very much affected by her. That was good.
Exposure therapy, Mila called it. Getting him comfortable in sexually charged situations. She only wished she was a little more comfortable.
That shouldn’t be her concern. Right now her job was to teach Alex about a woman’s body. He seemed pretty comfy in that area, but instinct would only take him so far, and he had a delicate issue that needed to be worked out. It was her duty to ensure the next lady he was with walked away satisfied and eager for more. The twinge that came along with that thought unnerved her but she shoved it aside.
“I’ll try that.” She pointed randomly to one of the bottles.
“A tequila girl, huh?”
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“Not really, but what the heck.”
He opened another cabinet and pulled out two shot glasses, set them on the counter and poured.
“Sorry, no training wheels. I don’t keep lemon handy.”
“This will be fine.”
She picked up the glass and mentally cursed her trembling hand as the golden liquid sloshed over the sides. It wasn’t like she was scared. Nervous maybe, but also almost unbearably excited.
Her eyes locked onto his and he gave her a wolfish grin that shouldn’t have even been in his arsenal. Suspicion reared its head again but faded fast. She’d seen him with her own two eyes, he was a nerd, clear as day. And their interaction in the living room was proof he didn’t get a lot of female attention. He had an aptitude for foreplay and flashes of charisma. So what? He still needed her help. And as the evening progressed she was more and more inclined to meet those needs to the best of her abilities.
“Cheers.” He clinked his glass to hers.
“Cheers,” she replied and sucked down her shot. Heat suffused her stomach almost immediately and she embraced it.
Alex drank his too then stood looking at her as if in a trance. He reached out a tentative finger and brushed an errant drop of tequila from her chin before bringing it to his mouth and catching it with the tip of his tongue.
A wave of desire hit her hard as she imagined that tongue on her. Her nipples tightened and Alex noticed, his pupils dilating, keen eyes taking in every detail.
“One more.” Her voice sounded shrill and overloud in the tiny room, making her wince.
He took her glass and silently poured them both another.
“To new friends.”
“To new friends,” she parroted and knocked back the second drink.
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She set the glass on the table with a click and turned to face him, hoping the liquid courage kicked in fast.
“Alrighty, time to get down to business. The clock is ticking and there’s a lot of work to be done. Which way is the bedroom?”
Holly trailed behind Alex, noting how nicely the track pants hugged his tight bottom. She bit back an irrational giggle.
As they entered the bedroom, she was struck by how impersonal it was. No family pictures, no paintings, no warmth. Come to think of it, the living room was the same way. But he did say this was his cousin’s place, and he probably didn’t want to clutter it up if he wasn’t going to stay for the long haul.
Alex clicked on a small bedside lamp and stood, as if unsure what to do next.
Time for her to do her job. She could just get out the manuals and be done with it.
Could talk him through it all in a perfunctory manner. But she had one day to do this.
One day to be wild, sensual and free, the way fairies were supposed to be. And she had a perfect candidate to help her.
She was loose and languid from the drinks and this man was making her feel all kinds of sexy. The unfiltered heat of his gaze along with that shy, wary smile was a total turn-on.
And she had to hand it to Mila, the C.A.S.T. method was