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| ~ Lessons in Seduction ~ |
| How to Seduce The Wrong Man in Five Easy Steps
From Spellbound: Say You're Mine 1. Play hard to get. He continued to stare at her. “Was there something else?” Instead of turning away, he took a step closer. His gaze tunneled into hers, warm and slow. “You don’t like me much, do you Ms. Calder?” “I don’t dislike you, Detective.” For a moment she could have sworn his eyes paused on her mouth. 2. Then fall at his feet . She raised her head and looked at the gap in the fence. The missing section supported her with all the comfort of a bed of nails. Pushing up on her uninjured elbow, she decided it could have been worse. Violet turned and stared up at the two men who ran towards her. Even with the music they must have heard the commotion. Once the second man stepped forward, recognition was instantaneous. Her pulse kicked up. Reece did not look very happy to see her. 3. Let him think he’s calling the shots. “We’re going to a rave. I don’t think a pant suit will work.” He flipped through the clothes hanging in her closet. “Don’t you have something less…revealing?” She grabbed the turtleneck sweater he’d snagged from a hanger and replaced it. “Maybe you didn’t hear me. It’s a rave.” He took a step towards her, his voice low and smooth. “And I can’t keep my eyes off you in that dress.” 4. Don’t be afraid to be yourself. Pacing like Reece, she stopped near the door. “Patefacio,” she whispered. “What?” She turned around. “Are you sure it’s locked?” He gave her a you-couldn’t-possibly-think-they’d-be-that-stupid look. Violet shrugged. “The thing is old, maybe you just need to rattle the door a bit or something.” He arched a brow. “Fine.” She crossed her arms. “Let’s just sit here and wait for him to come back.” 5. Drive him wild. He slid in beside her, noting the glass was down between the backseat and the driver. “Is the rave happening very far from here?” “About ten minutes.” Violet winked at Reece. “I guess we have some time to kill.” Before he could interpret the look in her eyes, she straddled him, locking her arms around his neck. Settling herself against him, she rubbed against his rather obvious erection. He cocked an eyebrow at her willingness to play the part. “You do realize we have an audience.” Violet shrugged, the playful expression in her eyes a new form of torture. “You know I like it when people watch.” |
