Jamie Denton - Under Fire

Truth be told, she was great at relationships. She’d never heard a single complaint about her own skills outside of the bedroom. The problem always started when her lover resorted to drastic measures to bring her to orgasm, then blamed her when she didn’t achieve one.

She didn’t think she was frigid, because she did become aroused. When it came time for the payoff, however, the big bang fizzled faster than a Fourth of July sparkler. Thanks to repeated viewings of When Harry Met Sally she’d learned how to fake it. Meg’s character hadn’t lied; a man really didn’t know when a woman was putting on an act to salvage his sexual self-esteem. At least, her last two boyfriends hadn’t noticed, but they had been self-absorbed types, so they probably didn’t count anyway.

With her gaze still locked on the delicious-looking backside of Mr. Wonderful, she asked her friends, “How do you know if a man is going to be, you know, unselfish?”

Lauren laughed. “The size of his hands.”

With the icy drink still clutched in her own hand, Jana zeroed in on the hands braced on the edge of the jukebox. They were long, lean and deeply tanned.

“I thought it was his feet,” Chloe added.

Ladylike or not, Jana’s curiosity got the better of her. She tipped her chair back on two legs and craned her neck to get a look at the size of his feet.

“Feet?” Lauren exclaimed.

Jana flinched and nearly toppled backward. Chloe steadied her, saving her from an incredibly embarrassing moment. Nothing like falling at a man’s feet, she thought.

“No way.” Lauren looked over her shoulder toward the jukebox, then turned to Chloe and smiled. “Terrance wore size-fifteen shoes,” she said. “Trust me, it’s the size of his hands. From the base of his palm to the tip of his middle finger.”

With a mountain of willpower, Jana refused to look in the direction of the jukebox again, although she was dying to see for herself the length of the man’s hand.

“I always thought it was in the way he treated a woman,” Jana mused. “You know, kind, gentle and sensitive to a woman’s needs in bed.”

Chloe lifted an arched eyebrow. “You want a real man in your bed, or Richard Simmons?”

“At least Richard Simmons would care about your feelings,” Jana muttered, then took one last sip of her drink before setting it aside.

“Forget feelings,” Chloe told her sagely. “It’s pleasuring your body that counts in a one-night stand.”

Lauren braced her elbow on the table and propped her chin in her palm. “Some men are just better lovers.”

“But how do you know?” Jana turned slightly in her chair. “What about him?” she asked, inclining her head slightly in his direction. “Would he be…?”

“Good in bed?” Chloe finished for her.

Jana nodded.

Lauren shot Chloe a sly glance, then grinned at Jana. “Why don’t you go find out?”

Jana coughed. Good thing she hadn’t been inhaling more of her drink, else her friends would’ve gotten a vodka, triple sec and whatever else shower. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No.” Lauren shook her head. Under the brightly colored lights of the Ivory Turtle, Lauren’s platinum curls were a neon rainbow of color. “I’m not kidding. Why don’t you go over there and ask him?”

Jana couldn’t say what exactly had gotten into her, although she was highly suspicious it was the amount of alcohol she’d consumed. “I could, you know. If I was interested. Only I’m not.”

Chloe arched that brow again. “Sure you’re not. And you didn’t practically fall on your back trying to get a look at his butt, either, right?”

“I was not looking at his…at his behind. I was attempting to gauge the size of his feet.”

“See?” Lauren said, sounding way too chipper for Jana’s peace of mind. “I knew you were interested.”

Jana lifted her hands in defense. “Okay, okay. I admit it. He’s good looking.” Understatement of the century. “That doesn’t mean I want to go to bed with him. I don’t even know the man.”

“That’s the point of a one-night stand, Jana,” Chloe spoke slowly, as if Jana were mentally challenged. Sexually challenged, yes. That she couldn’t deny.

“It’s only supposed to be about sex,” Lauren added.

Chloe grinned. “Stress-free sex.”

“Tension-relieving sex,” Lauren threw in and laughed.

He made another selection from the jukebox. “Hot sex,” Jana whispered as she envisioned his hands undressing her, gliding over her body. Lack of personal experience at fantasizing prevented her from taking the fantasy all the way. Oh, and how she wanted to actually go there and experience being swept away into a wild vortex of intense pleasure.

“Too bad you’re not interested,” Lauren said. “He looks like he’d be real good, too.”

Jana frowned and turned to look at her friend. She moved a tad too quickly and the room tilted for a split second before righting itself again. “What do you mean he looks like he’d be real good?”

Lauren shrugged. “He’s got the look. Doesn’t he, Chloe?”

Chloe reached for her drink and looked in his direction. “Hmm,” she practically purred. “Absolutely.” The lazy Southern drawl she usually tried to mask suddenly became more prominent.

“Back off, Scarlett,” Jana warned good-naturedly. “I saw him first.”

“Then do something about it,” Chloe told her. “For once in your life, let your hair down and enjoy yourself.”

“I enjoy myself,” Jana tried to sound convincing.

“If you did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Lauren reminded her. “Go for it, Jana.”

Jana glanced his way again. Boy, was she ever tempted. But… “What do I say? ‘Hey there, handsome. Wanna go somewhere quiet and turn up the heat?’ Tacky.”

She’d definitely had too much to drink, otherwise she’d never consider actually approaching a total stranger, no matter how sexually intriguing she found him.

Chloe let out a sigh filled with exasperation. “I told you, get his attention, flirt and just be receptive to whatever might happen next.”

Lauren leaned forward. “If he’s interested, he might even make the first move.”

“If he doesn’t,” Chloe added, “then it’s up to you.”

Jana reached for her drink and downed a healthy dose of courage. She set the glass down with a bang, having every intention of making a grand exit from the table.

She didn’t move. As much as she would like to, picking up strange men in a bar simply didn’t compute. “I can’t.”

A sly smile curved Chloe’s lips. “I dare you, Jana.”

Jana groaned. She hated this game. She really did. Whenever she was foolish enough to rise to one of Chloe’s or Lauren’s challenges, nine times out of ten Jana ended up regretting her own stubborn nature. Ladylike behavior or not, the one thing she’d never been able to resist was a dare. She had a two-inch scar from stitches on her backside as proof of her foolishness from the time her older sister Caroline had dared her to sneak out one night for a party they’d been forbidden to attend. They’d jumped a fence, and Jana’s shorts had caught on a loose wire that had penetrated the material and pierced her rear end.

Lauren leaned back and folded her arms. “I double dare you.”

“Don’t do this to me,” Jana warned.

Not to be outdone, Chloe ignored the warning and taunted her, “I triple, double-dog dare you.”

Everybody knew you couldn’t ignore a triple, double-dog dare. Doing so went against everything that was holy.

“Fine. You win.” Jana stood abruptly. “I’ll go talk to him, but that’s all I’m going to do.” Dare or no dare, she was not going to approach the man and ask him to be the next notch on her lipstick case. She made a quick adjustment to the brown leather belt cinched at her waist before she smoothed her hands down her slim, olive-green linen skirt.