My morning was made when I heard that pretty mouth of hers say “cock”. I won’t lie and say that wasn’t fucking hot because it totally was. I can practically picture her on her knees begging to wrap her lips around my cock. My pants fit a little snugger as the image becomes clearer.

What the fuck am I doing? Damn it. Think of something else. I start counting off a beat like I do at our shows and then start humming Ball Busting Bitch as I open the door.

Holly’s gaze whips in my direction. “I’ve heard that song before.”

I instantly stop singing and raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? You like it?”

She shakes her head. “Not my kind of music. Besides, it got completely played out.”

I have to stop myself from busting out in a fit of laughter. If she only knew how sick of that song I am myself. Playing it nearly every damn day of my life gets a little old.

Finally, I grin at her and wink. “I know exactly what you mean.”

She quickly looks away and goes back to counting the money for her drawer. Her hair is loose today, falling over her shoulders in waves and her make-up is a little heavier than yesterday, reminding me of when I first spotted her in the nightclub. Even with that stupid gray uniform top—which makes her look more like a mechanic than anything else—she’s hot. There’s no fucking denying it.

She writes down the total when she’s done counting and she puts the pen in her mouth, effectively wrapping her soft lips around it, bringing back the vision of her blowing me. I know the simple gesture she’s doing with the pen isn’t sexual in any way, but try telling my fucking dick that. The motherfucker is twitching in my pants at the very sight of it.

Damn. Down, boy.

Holly glances up and catches me staring at her. “What?”

I pull her hand with the pen away from her mouth. “No distracting the teacher.”

Her eyes flit to the pen. “I don’t get it.”

“Men get distracted when a woman puts things in her mouth, especially when we imagine it’s our dick you’re sucking on,” I answer honestly. “If I’m going teach you how to hook a guy, then you need to know how we think.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not all guys are like that.”

“If it walks with a dick, and thinks with a dick…it’s a guy. Trust me on this. I am one, and I know how we operate. Sex rules us.”

Her lips twitch like she’s ready to laugh at me. “All right fine, oh wise one. Teach me.”

I walk around her, enjoying the free roam she is allowing my appraising eyes. This is going to be fun.

HOLLY

Trip pulls on the tops of my arms from behind me. “Put your shoulders back more when you stand.”

“This feels awkward.”

“It probably does, but men notice tits, and you’ve got an excellent set. Use them to your advantage.” He walks around assessing me. “There’s not much we can do with the uniform since Bill is so stuck on you wearing it, but we can figure out other ways to show off that hot body of yours.”

Surely there’s more to like about me other than that. “Jackson isn’t that shallow.”

Trip raises his eyebrow. “You’re talking about the same guy that left you to go after looser pieces of ass. Trust me, he’s a guy—we’re all shallow. Whatever you guys had before is over. We’re starting from scratch.”

I laugh. “At least you’re honest. It’s sort of refreshing.”

He shrugs his thick shoulders. “There’s no other way to be. Now, let’s work on flirting.”

I grin. “Oh, I can flirt, so we can skip that. I’ve already got that down.”

He fights back a smile. “Really?”

I throw my hands on my hips. “It worked on you at the club didn’t it?”

He steps in front of me and his eyes zero in on my chest. Both of his hands dart to my top button on my gray top and he releases it from its hole before moving on to the next one. “First of all, I was attracted to your banging body in that little black dress. It screamed, “Fuck me,” so that’s not flirting—that’s attention seeking. Believe me, I wasn’t the only one watching you shake your ass. I was just the only one brave enough to try and get with you even though you were there with another man.”

“You thought I was there with Max?” I ask even though it doesn’t surprise me. Max isn’t exactly the stereotypically homosexual male. There’s nothing feminine about him. People make the mistake that we’re an item all the time.

“Yep.”

“And you were what, going to steal me away from my date?”

Trip shrugs. “When I see something I want, I go after it. And that night I wanted you. That is until you let him drag you away from me. I figured it wasn’t worth the scene it would cause to kick his ass.”

I roll my eyes. “How do you know you wouldn’t have been the one on the receiving end of that ass-kicking? Max is a pretty strong dude.”

He gives me a pointed look. “If there’s one thing I know besides that I’m awesome in bed, is that I can fight.”

I sigh. “Okay, so you’re a badass—I get it. What’s the other reason you think I can’t flirt?”

He smiles. “I win the flirting debate because I believe it was me who came on to you first, so you can’t take credit for that.”

My brain attempts to wade through the drunken memories of a couple nights ago. “You may have started the dance, but I believe I’m the one who turned around to take it to that next level, allowing you to kiss me. Therefore I finished it. I get total credit for flirting with you first.”