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and scantiness of their clothes and dismissed them as just as shallow as every girl he’d dated – before Megan. Curiosity satisfied he turned back to the television and ignored their hushed conversation and their giggles.
     
    He sensed more than he saw the blonde that scooted up onto the stool beside him and looked up, making sure to keep his face neutral. She was lovely – blonde hair teased up, stunning blue eyes, about a mile of leg and more than a handful of chest.
     
    “I haven’t seen you here before,” she said, flashing him a smile.
     
    “I suppose you come here all the time?” he asked dryly.
     
    “Every weekend!” More smiles. “You wanna buy me a drink?”
     
    Tyler finished his beer. “Nope. I’m as drunk as I plan to get tonight. I’m going up to my room.” He eased from his stool to find her hand over his wrist.
     
    “You should stay, shoot some pool with us. It’ll be fun.” She licked her lips and her vivid red lipstick glistened invitingly.
     
    He shook his head, pleasantly surprised that the room didn’t spin since the two beers he’d planned on drinking had turned into four.  “Sorry, pool’s not my game.”
     
    “I could play anything you want,” she said, leaning forward to show off her ample cleavage.
     
    She probably would, he thought and snuck a subtle look down her shirt. Nice, but she’s not Megan. He smiled at the pretty blonde. “Thanks, but no thanks.”
     
    “Come back down if you change your mind!” she called as he walked away.
     
    ***
     
    Megan sat in one of the tacky floral print chairs in the lobby reading an outdated fashion magazine. When Tyler finally came down she glanced up at him then back at the article she was reading.
     
    “Hi. Come here often?”
     
    She smiled. “That is so overused.”
     
    “Tell that to the busty blonde who tried it on me last night.”
     
    Megan felt something very close to jealousy grab her gut and squeeze. “A very pretty, young, busty blonde with blue eyes and red lips and not enough clothes?”
     
    “You know her?” Tyler sounded surprised.
     
    She shook her head, eyes still turned down though she was no longer reading. “I know the type. How did you and Busty Blonde get along?”
     
    “I turned her down flat, not my type. Are you ready for hiking?”
     
    As quickly as the tightness in her stomach had appeared it was gone. She tossed the magazine aside and leapt to her feet, the sudden change in her demeanor obvious even to Tyler. “Absolutely, let’s go!”
     
    She drove them a few miles south of the city and parked in a small lot with a grouping of picnic tables off to one side. Rolling grass land, scrubby trees, and fields of corn and grains stretched out around them but Tyler couldn’t take his eyes off Megan. Her legs were toned and they looked great framed between shorts and runners. And her shorts reminded him of just how cute her ass was, and suddenly all he could think about were the horrible things he could do to her. He could happily walk to the end of the world with that ass in front of him.
     
    He realized Megan had started off down a well-worn foot path and scrambled to catch up.
     
    “I thought you were chickening out on me,” she said.
     
    “What? After I got all dressed up just for the occasion? Not a chance.”
     
    Her laughter sounded even better out here in the open air. “You look good, Tyler. Casual suits you.” In her opinion it did more than suit him. He had great arms and the t-shirt clung just slightly to his muscled chest in a very appealing way. The light breeze ruffled her hair making his face look softer, warmer. Of course out here in the sun his tan glowed so maybe that was why he looked so warm and inviting. She kept walking, trying to pretend that her heart was pounding from the exercise and not from desire.
     
    By the time they reached the top of the only hill for miles she wasn’t pretending anything and they both stopped at the top to catch their