the direction his thoughts had gone since Angel’s earlier kiss, he could easily be more than putty in her hands.
Arousal shot through him.
Damn.
“Why can’t you go with her?” Kathy prodded. “You own your company. And from the sound of things I think you could use a vacation, too.”
“A vacation, yes. Sex stuff, no.”
“Who said anything about sex?”
“Angel.”
“You’re losing me here, Trey.”
Trey sighed. “She wants me to go with her to Vegas and make Rick think we’re lovers.”
“She wants him back?”
“Hell, no.” At least that’s what Angel had told him. “Angel’s got some crazy idea that his seeing her getting all hot and heavy with me will put an end to his seeing her as an ice princess.”
“Hmm... Smart girl.”
Whose side was his sister on anyway? Not that he’d made it known there were any sides, but still. “I think a little man to man between Rick and I would accomplish the same thing with less trouble.”
His sister laughed. “Since when is a trip to Vegas trouble? And I still don’t understand what any of this has to do with sex?”
“Since Angel asked me to come along and teach her how to seduce a man. And you and I both know that seduction leads to one thing - sex.” Just saying the words and thinking about making love to Angel had him uncomfortably hot and bothered.
Muffled laughter at the other end made Trey question his decision to bring his sister into this. But he needed help. “I’m serious, Kath,” he grumbled.
“I still don’t see what the problem is. You’re single. Angie’s single. You’re both adults. Do the deed, Trey. Maybe those lessons will lead to sex. If so, good for you both. Who knows, it might even end up being a real love affair.”
“Angel’s like my sister.”
“No blood there,” she countered.
Trey dropped down into his chair again and rolled his eyes. “You’re a hell of a lot of help.”
“Sorry, but I just can’t see why this is such a big deal. It’s not like Angie’s the ugliest woman God ever put on this earth.”
Far from it. Angel turned heads. His included, though he’d never allowed himself to act on it. “She’s looking for the big ‘O’.”
Kathy laughed again. “What woman isn’t?”
“Look, forget I asked.”
Trey stood and walked over to his desk where he dug through the drawers for the phone book. He had dinner reservations to make.
“Come on, Trey, you know I would do almost anything for you,” she said, somewhat apologetically. “But I can’t help with this. In case it’s slipped your mind, I don’t exactly have the right equipment for the job.”
“There isn’t going to be any sex.” Who was he trying to convince? His sister or himself? “The lessons are going to be verbal and nothing more.”
“So you say.”
He ground his teeth, feeling both frustrated and irritated. “Angel and her hare-brained schemes. What’s with the sudden urgency to discover her sexual side anyway?”
“You’ve got to be kidding. Angie’s almost twenty-seven, and this isn’t the dark ages.”
“Your point is?”
“I’m getting to it. Geez, since when did you become so impatient?”
Since Angel had pushed him over the edge mentally. “Kathy...” he grumbled.
“Fine. My point is that women are allowed to be just as sexual as men. And looking for Mr. Right is like shopping for shoes. You have to try them out to make sure they’re going to be a comfortable fit.”
“For crying out loud,” Trey exclaimed, effectively cutting his sister off. “Don’t say another word. I prefer to be spared the details of my sister’s sex life if you don’t mind.”
“You weren’t going to get any. I was merely trying to point out that it’s not just men who are allowed to try out the merchandise before they buy it. You’ve certainly done your share of shopping.”
Even if he had shopped, he