Out Of The Blue (The Wrong Bed #12)(6)

Now all she had to do was get him to want to sleep with her. Maybe not a problem for most women, but Hannah knew it would be a task. Never in her life had she been able to make a man want to sleep with her, so she had no idea what made her think she could do it now, but she was up for the challenge.

She had to be. The timing was right, she could feel it. It would help if she knew exactly how to do it, but if she knew what she was doing, then she wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. Seduce him. That's all.

Zach didn't have to know all her problems. That she scared men off more quickly than she could blink. That she wanted, needed, to know what she was missing. No, he could remain oblivious.

It was all perfect, Zach was perfect. Yes, he'd been a wild rebel in his day, but he'd turned out okay. He was a cop, for God's sake. She knew beneath his tough exterior that he was kind. Sensitive.

And as for the passionate part, one look in his eyes and her knees had trembled. That was passion, right? She was fairly certain.

Just do it. The slogan worked for running shoes and it would work here. Which was why she'd taken such drastic measures. She'd actually put him in her room for the night.

Oh, and one minor detail—she hadn't told him. How else to get him into her bed? How she'd gotten the nerve, she'd never know, but the wheels were in motion now. Zach was in her room, her bed, hopefully exhausted enough to not question it.

To combat the nerves, and to give herself some time to relax, she threw herself into work. She decided to take the late evening shift at the ice-cream and gift shop, and if she was distracted, it was no wonder.

There was a man in her bed.

"Hey, Boss," Karrie called out when she walked in.

Karrie was one of their four part-time employees. She had green hair, green eye shadow and matching green fingernails. She had a silver tongue stud and a pierced eyebrow. And she was absolutely great with the guests.

"I came to help with the crowd," Hannah told her, moving behind the counter.

Karrie looked around her at the nearly empty shop—there was only one young couple in a booth sharing pie—tucked her tongue in her cheek and nodded gamely. "Yeah, I'm pretty overwhelmed here."

Hannah ignored her and used the excuse of being there to devour a triple-decker chocolate cone.

"Ah, you've got man trouble." Karrie, all of nineteen, nodded again, as if she knew all about such things.

"I do not have man trouble. This…" Hannah gestured to her nearly eaten cone. "This has nothing to do with a man." Not much anyway. She helped herself to another scoop.

"Whatever you say, boss."

"It really doesn't."

"Uh-huh." Karrie calmly sponged down the counter. "Is he at least cute?"

Gorgeous. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"That means yes."

Hannah stopped eating and looked at Karrie with renewed interest. Desperate times, desperate measures, she thought. "Do you … know a lot about men?"

That got a good laugh. "I know about as much as it's possible to know about an alien species."

"So … you know how to…" Oh, this was ridiculous. Embarrassing. Stupid. "Never mind."

"You can't stop there! Do I know how to … what? Snag a guy?"

"No. Um, seduce one."

Karrie grinned. "That's simple."

"It is?"

"Sure. All men are really just one big walking hormone. If they even so much as sense they're going to get lucky, your job is as good as done."

It had never worked that way for Hannah before, but then again, maybe she'd never made a man feel lucky. "It can't be that simple."

At the giggle behind her, Hannah turned around. The young couple sharing pie were listening with avid curiosity. They were in their midtwenties and were both so pretty they could have walked right out of the pages of Cosmopolitan.

"It's really that simple," the young woman said to Hannah.

The young man blushed from chin to roots, and that had his girlfriend giggling again. "Honest."

Hannah shook her head. "Maybe for you. But I've never turned a man into a … hormone before."

"No, it isn't about beauty," the young woman insisted. "It's about how you make them feel."

"I can't believe it's that simple."

Karrie looked at her pityingly. "Trust me, it is. Look, flash some skin. Then kiss him, anywhere. Mouth, neck, ear, you pick."

"Then what?"

"Then flash some more skin. It's as good as done, guarantee it."

Hannah turned to the young woman. "Really?"

She nodded emphatically while her boyfriend blushed all the more.

Hmm. It was worth a shot. She grabbed a tablet from the counter and started writing.

Step one: flash skin.

Step two: kiss him. Anywhere.

Step three: more skin.

Sounded easy.

Contemplating her strategy, Hannah spent the rest of the shift working on their stock, even getting her replacement order ready for the following week. She scrubbed the floors. She dusted. Dusted, for God's sake.

But she drew the line at cleaning the bathroom. It was Tara's turn. If she failed at this unsingle thing, it would be her turn soon enough.