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.”
A smile slowly creased his face. “I’m not going to make it that easy for you.” He turned and walked, pausing at the open doorway through which Abbi could hear the sounds of people talking, laughing.
His provocation struck deep in her belly. She couldn’t help following him. Game on.
“What do you expect me to do?” she asked.
He looked thoughtful. “Remind me of the aim of the app.”
“Tips on how to get a guy’s attention and keep it.” She swallowed.
“And you’ve been ensuring those tips are accurate.” His emerald eyes speared. “How’s the info working out for you ?”
Abbi narrowed her eyes. Doubtless he thought she was desperate. Even if she was, she didn’t want him thinking it. She might be a flirt failure, but she wasn’t going to be teased by him. “It’s working wonders to expand my social life.”
“Really.” His brows lifted. “So, let’s see some app in action. Show me how all that valuable info works.”
He stood in front of her, feet planted apart, expectant.
She drew in a deep, brain-clearing breath. “First of all, I need to find a suitable target.”
His eyes widened, startled. She suppressed a smile as another trickle of confidence surged through her. Did he really think she’d try to prove her skills on him? She wasn’t that crazy. Not when he’d made his skepticism so clear. She turned, checking out the three-quarters-full room—mostly men. Men in supporters’ gear or polo shirts. Not as many of the plain tees like Joe’s, which she most definitely preferred.
“See anything that takes your fancy?”
She heard the unbelieving amusement in his voice. Arrogant man.
“There are a number of options,” she lied.
“Really? Where?”
She gestured vaguely to the nearest group—three guys talking together, laughing. Definitely talking baseball.
She didn’t have a hope.
“Which one?”
“Maybe the blond?”
“Hmm.” Joe sounded like he thought it was an iffy idea. “So what’s your strategy? Are you going to ask him for a bite of his hot dog?”
What was he implying there? She saw the amusement, but there was heat in his eyes as well. She liked that combination a lot.
Joe “So Freaking Sexy and He Knows It” Fuller wasn’t just arrogant, but he had unreal good looks and a huge sense of fun. And didn’t that just make him all the more attractive.
“Okay.” She turned to try again, determined not to let him see just how easy she’d be for him.
So. Mission accepted. Every article had stressed the importance of eye contact. Plus, this afternoon Nadia had explained her “no-talking, no-fail” formula for getting a person’s attention…
Hold eye contact for four seconds. Count ’em and don’t rush. Then glance away. Glance back quick. And smile.
Abbi glanced at Joe. He was smiling. She glanced back at the room. Failure in front of Joe Fuller was not an option. Not when the few women in there were already scoping him out. Hell, half the men were too. Recognizing, respecting. They all sucked in their stomachs as they saw him, as if they were all suddenly preening to attract. Slightly irritated, Abbi flicked her hair back off her shoulder and walked deeper into the room.
Target, target…someone friendly, safe, approachable…
A few guys looked her way, but maintaining