Taming His Tutor(11)

“Words weren’t necessary.” Nadia fanned her cheeks with a wink.

Abbi giggled and then clapped her hand over her mouth as her fantasy bubble burst. Now she had a bigger problem to solve. “What do I wear to a baseball game?”

“I don’t think it matters,” Nadia said bluntly. “I think that’s a done deal.”

Oh no, it wasn’t. This was Joe Fuller; the guy would have expectations. And she had no idea. “Please, I’m serious. I need help. What to wear, what to do…”

“Don’t overthink it already.” Nadia reached over and mock-cuffed her ear. “That guy is hot for you.”

“I’ve never been to a baseball game before. Trust me, I have no idea what to wear, or do, or say…”

“Never been to a baseball game? Ever?”

Abbi shook her head.

Nadia laughed. “You are such a nerd.”

Yeah, more nerd than vixen. She needed to rebalance. If she was going after Joe Fuller—and she was—then it had to be vixen all the way. Not boring. This was her one chance and she wasn’t going to blow it. “You have to help me.”

Nadia thought about it. “You’re going to owe me.” She glanced down at Abbi’s desk and a calculating look entered her eyes. “I want user reviews on at least three of those personal lifestyle products by next Friday.”

Abbi would sell her soul to get the help she needed.

“Absolutely. I’ll do the lot.” She paused. “Except the clit clamp.”

…

Six hours later, Abbi nervously exited the taxi she’d taken to the park, Nadia’s condom collection burning a hole in the back pocket of the skinny black pants she had talked her into. Wet-look, butt-lifting, but with the bulk of her curves covered by a loose shirt that had the first couple of buttons undone, for that hint of what lay beneath, Nadia had reckoned the effect was casual but sexy. Most importantly, Abbi felt comfortable.

Or as comfortable as she was ever going to get in a mission this crazy. But she wasn’t crazy enough to run from it, as much as part of her wanted to. This was Joe Fuller. Her high school crush, all-out hottie.

And he was waiting for her.

So freaking fantastic, she had to roll with it.

She spotted him before she even opened the taxi door. It wasn’t just his height that made him stand out. It was his everything.

He stepped forward and took her hand as she straightened from the car, drawing her closer. Abbi’s lungs froze as she read his intent expression. Was he going to kiss her?

Heat unfurled as his lips lightly brushed her upper cheek. She inhaled in surprise and got a tantalizing whiff of citrus and soap. Too stunned, she didn’t think to turn her head, to meet his mouth with hers.

Damn. She wanted to.

“I’m so pleased you came,” he said.

Uh. If those lips had landed somewhere farther south, she really would have. That carnal ache that had been slowly building inside became indecent.

As he released her hand, he smiled—wiping Abbi’s mind cleaner than a brand-new whiteboard.

“I’ll admit you had me wondering…” he drawled.

Really? She bet he’d never been stood up in his life.

But just the mere fact that Joe Fuller wanted her here gave her a boost. He could have any woman he wanted. And right now it seemed he wanted her. Sure, he probably wasn’t going to want her for long…but she was going to play the advantage and learn something while he did.

“Come on, let’s go inside and grab a bite before the game.” He winked.

What was he planning to bite?

“You look gorgeous.” His gaze roved over her body, lingering at the open vee of her shirt.

“Thanks.” Abbi finally managed a reply. Man, she needed something stronger than a makeover and a pep talk from Nadia to get her act together. She should have preloaded with a stiff drink instead. She folded her arms across her tummy as she walked upstairs alongside him, desperately trying to get a grip on her lust. But oh yeah, she wanted him to bite her.

At the top of the stairs he turned to face her, suddenly a whole lot closer than she expected him to be. “Tell me more about your man-eating app.”

“I already told you it’s not about man-eating.” She looked up at him, acutely aware of how exposed her neck and cleavage were given how far she had to tilt her chin to see into his eyes.

“No?” He chuckled. Slowly he looked down, then back up her body. “Are you going to show me your moves?” he asked quietly. “Can you distract a man from a ball game?”

His words, his expression slammed into her bones. Heat. Humor. Challenge.

Electricity crackled between them. A jolt of power surged into her veins as she realized she had his full attention. And she could tease a little, right? She could channel Sasha Fox again. “You tell me.”