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day, I could make these babies spin like nobody’s business. Now they’d point at the floor.”
    “Oh, God.” She so didn’t need the visual.
    The maintenance man, who appeared to be in his twenties, and way too interested in the proceedings of the recreation room for his own good, stood in the doorway and coughed, choking back a laugh.
    Lannie turned and glared at him. “You can leave now.”
    “Let me know when you’d like me to take the box back to your room, Mrs. Levins.”
    “That won’t be necessary. Lannie is going to take it home with her. You could be a dear and carry it out to her car for her when we’re done here.”
    “Not a problem ma’am.”
    Yes a problem . Lannie choked and looked around the room for something to crawl under. Could this get any more humiliating? They were supposed to be sweet little old ladies. And to think she’d been appalled at what Tanner had been reading to them. Chances were good they could write racier stories based on personal experience. Good Lord, what had she gotten herself into?
    “Don’t worry, Lannie. When we’re done with you, Tanner will be licking the toes of your boots, begging you to give him a piece of your sweet ass,” Dot said and winked.
    More laughter from the doorway.
    If this got back to Tanner...oh hell, how could it not? She sat in a room full of old ladies. They loved to gossip. Plus, he’d told them he’d come back tomorrow to read more of the smut.

 
     
     
Chapter Three
     
     
    The decals in the back window of the truck, gave away the owner’s identity. Lannie groaned. He appeared to be staying at the same hotel. No way did she want to bump into him. But she’d already paid for the room and didn’t want to go somewhere else, so decided to sneak in the back way and avoid him.
    Her night had been packed full of humiliating experiences. Now, she had one thing on her mind. Take a shower, change into her comfortable clothes, and climb between the sheets. She parked on the other side of the building, way at the back of the lot, and walked around, taking the stairs instead of the elevator to the second floor, hoping to avoid the hotshot who had been the topic of discussion for the night. Every discussion. She’d gotten a full lesson on it all. From the proper way to use the fans and spin the doohickeys on her chest, to how to roll a condom on his schlong, blowjobs, and a multitude of things that should never come out of grandma’s mouth. At the mature age of thirty years, she’d seen a dick or two—although, not Tanner’s—but she couldn’t tell them that.
    As she rounded the corner, there he sat, leaning against the wall outside her room, his legs stretched out before him. Shit . Lannie froze. The trash bag clutched in her hand hid the fans, rhinestone covered panties, and pasties. She braced, ready to make a run for it, but he’d already seen her. In fact, he stared straight at her.
    The image of a banana and a woman without teeth, demonstrating something she never wanted to see again, flitted through her mind. She bit her lip and ignored the flush of heat racing over her face like a blast furnace. If only he knew the things said about him and what the old ladies had coached her to do.
    No chance of escaping unseen, now, and if she bolted, he’d come after her. The determined look on his face told her that much.
    Besides, if fate saw fit to give her a second chance—she couldn’t screw it up. She still needed his help.
    Who knew how long he’d been waiting. Lannie took a deep breath and started down the hall, stopping when she reached her door, doing her best to pretend he wasn’t there. She swiped the card without looking at him, afraid of turning even redder if she caught his gaze and he somehow guessed the naughty things discussed about him earlier. She’d gotten more than a sexual education from Grandma and learned they did a lot more than knit in the nursing homes. She tightened her grip on the bag, praying the contents