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levels.  Yuk.  She didn’t even like thinking about it, and shook
her head slightly to wipe the visual from her mind. 
    “ Do you?”
    What were they
saying again?  She couldn’t think straight around him.  Come on,
Ryann.  What the hell is wrong with you?  She must’ve looked
confused.
    “Always wink at
people.  You shouldn’t.  Especially men.  Unless, of course, you
want a man to get all kinds of ideas in his head.”  He gave her a heated
look.
    “Oh, for crying
out loud,” she muttered in exasperation, and she looked away.  “If you
think I would ever do anything to…lead someone on…or make inappropriate
overtures to teenage boys, then you really don’t think very highly of me, Mr.
McCallister.  I would never do anything like that.”  Now that she had
begun, she couldn’t seem to stop.  “And by the way, you could’ve told me
that Robbie was your cousin earlier!” she said as she lightly whacked him in
the chest with the back of her hand.  And a hard, nicely chiseled chest at
that. “You just let me go on and on.”
    “It’s Jeremy,
first of all.  And secondly, I know you would never intentionally be inappropriate.  I simply meant that when a sexy woman in ‘fuck me’
shoes winks at an unsuspecting man, it makes him think of all the different
ways he’d like to bury himself inside of her,” he snarled. 
    She gasped,
looked around to see if anyone had heard, then glared at him.  “I can’t
believe you just said that!”
    “Oh, Ryann,
baby.  I haven’t even gotten started.”  He grabbed her hand and
continued to lead her through the gallery.  She was flustered, pissed,
incredibly aroused, and furious with herself!  She didn’t want to
be aroused.  She wanted to…kick him!
    The entire time
he dragged her to wherever he was taking her, she muttered under her
breath.  She would never intentionally be inappropriate?  What
the hell did that mean?  That he thought she had been
inappropriate?  She was the most damn appropriate woman she knew! 
Who the hell did he think he was? 
    She had to jog
to keep up, all the while trying to squeeze her legs together to relieve the
throbbing at the juncture of her thighs. 
    Somehow, they
ended up in an uninhabited corner by another one of his mom’s paintings; an oil
of a beautifully serene New York City in the fall.  The mood of the
painting was at odds with the electricity charging the atmosphere around
them.  He turned to face her, and maneuvered himself so that he blocked
the other guests from seeing them.  She could smell his subtle spicy
scent.  Don’t get distracted, Ryann.  You need all of your
faculties about you.
    Then he stared
at her, his eyes darkening, looking like he was ready to gobble her up. 
    She blurted out
in an exasperated loud whisper, “Don’t look at me like that!  Talk about
inappropriate!” she sputtered. “You know, you make people feel uncomfortable
when you stare at them like that.”
    “I’m not your
student, Ryann.  And you’re not my teacher,” he said with a lust fueled
look.  “So I can look at you anyway I want.”  He shifted
closer.  “Am I making you uncomfortable?”  He didn’t look like he
cared in the least if he was making her uncomfortable.  In fact he
looked happy about it.  He stepped a little closer while he stared at her
lips.
    “What…what do
you want from me?” she asked in a furious whisper, while her eyes jumped around
nervously to make sure no one was listening.  She felt like a deer caught
in headlights, and felt a moment of panic.  “On second thought, don’t
answer that.  I don’t want to know.”
    He answered
anyway.  “That mouth of yours, for one thing.  Has a man ever told
you that it inspires all kinds of dirty thoughts?  Plump, wet lips. 
Mmm, a delectable.  Fuckable.  Mouth,” he said huskily, punctuating
each word.
    She blinked, not
believing what she just heard.  No man had ever talked to her like
this.  Not even