Out Of The Blue (The Wrong Bed #12)(9)

He looked at her then, his gaze filled with all the heat and longing she'd hoped for.

She'd done it!

Then he let her go and stood. "I don't exactly feel mistreated." With a tight smile, he walked out of the bedroom.

*

"Be home, be home," Hannah prayed silently, huddling on the edge of her bathtub, gripping her cordless phone close to her ear.

Her other ear strained for any hint of movement beyond the bathroom door, which she'd shut herself behind for a moment of privacy.

She had no idea what Zach was doing out there, but she certainly didn't want him to hear this.

"What?" came the very welcome, very irritated sound of her brother's voice.

"Thank God you're there," she whispered into the phone.

"Of course I'm here, it's three in the morning on this side of the country. What's the matter? You okay?"

"I'm fine. I need … information."

"Now?"

She glanced at the closed door, behind which was Zach, sexiest man on earth, wearing nothing but jeans and attitude. "Right now."

"Okay, make it good. I have to work at six. As in three hours."

"It's … about…" She let out a long breath. "This is difficult."

Michael was a few years older than her. He'd gone to school with Zach. They'd been fast friends, and together had caused more than a few mothers to bite their nails to the quick. If anyone knew how to create a seduction, it would be Michael. "Listen, I need to know how to…" Just say it. "Seduce a man."

Utter silence.

"Michael?"

"I couldn't possibly have heard you correctly."

"I think you probably did."

He swore. "Okay, let's pretend it's perfectly normal for you to ask that of me, I'd like to know why you want to seduce someone. Now. After snubbing your nose at men for years."

"Because I've matured?"

"You've always been mature."

"Okay, then because I just realized what I was missing."

"Hannah. Seriously. Why?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Humor me."

She sighed and took another glance at the closed door, hoping Zach couldn't hear her. "I don't want to be a virgin anymore," she whispered.

There. She'd said it. "Now will you help me or not?"

"Hannah—" He swore again, and she imagined him sitting up in bed, hair as wild as hers, frustrated because he couldn't strangle her. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"So you don't know how to do it either." Disappointment hit her like a wave. Now what?

A choked sound came over the phone. "Oh, I know how to seduce someone," Michael assured her. "I'm just not sure I want you to know."

"Karrie told me all I have to do is flash skin, then kiss him, then flash more skin. That's all. But it didn't quite work, and now I'm wondering if—"

"Wait a second. Back the train up. You flashed some guy skin?"

"I tried," she admitted miserably.

"Who, Hannah?" He sounded tense. "Who is this you're attempting to seduce? And why now, all of a sudden, are you tired of being a … a—"

"A virgin," she hissed. "See? You can't even say it, you must understand why I don't want to be it!"

"Okay, look. I've got some time coming. I'll fly in for the weekend, we can talk—"

"No!" God, that was the last thing she needed right now, her big brother going all big brother on her. "Can't you just tell me where I went wrong?"

"Hannah—"

"Please, Michael," she whispered, suddenly, ridiculously close to tears. "I have to do this. I want to do this. I just need a … a tip. That's all."

He let out a long, slow breath. "I can be there in a few days—"

"No."

"I want to discuss this with you—"

"No. Either give me a tip or go back to bed."

"Use a condom," he said through his teeth. "Promise me."

"Done."

"Okay. What Karrie said." He sounded strained. "It should work. God. I can't believe I'm telling you this, but despite what women think, we … men like a little romance too. Music, candles… Dammit, this is so stupid—"

"No, it isn't!" Excitement and renewed hope filled her. "I have candles—" She broke off at the knock at the bathroom door.

Then came Zach's low, unbearably sexy voice. "Hannah?"

"Thanks, Michael," she said quickly. "I've got to go."

"Hannah, wait—"

"Love you." She disconnected, stared at the door, chewing on her bottom lip.

Romance. Music. Candles.

She could do that.





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Chapter 4


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"I can't let you sleep on your own couch," Zach said firmly, for the third time. "Take your bed. I'll be fine downstairs."

"Oh, Zach. No. Not when this is all my fault. But it's only because I—" Hannah looked at him, her eyes half closed, with soft shadows beneath them. She held herself in a way that told him she was every bit as tired as he was.