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demonstrations.
    “Call me anytime,” he insisted, keeping her pinned with his unwavering gaze. “Bring your friend if you want. Meanwhile, I’ve got a video I’d like to loan you. It will make a good companion for the books we picked out here. You can keep it up to a week.”
    He broke the paralyzing connection by turning away and searching through a shelf full of videos.
    With his muscular arms, flat stomach and firm ass , Shelley thought, he shouldn’t have any trouble attracting women. Why is he hitting on me?
    Rita thanked him effusively for his help, her lips moist with drool. The woman’s behavior irritated Shelley beyond reason.
    When Shelley stumbled out to her vehicle carrying a bag with the two books and video, she tried to ignore the little voice in her head that pointed out what an attractive hunk Thor Ryersson was. Not the suave, sophisticated handsome type, but the earthy, commanding, sex-god type of guy. He would dominate a woman, she was sure. Just thinking about his hypnotic gaze made her weak in the knees. Sensual awareness set nerves quivering in intimate places.
    Rita climbed into the car and slammed the door. “Whew! He is HOT! Wasn’t wearing a wedding band, either.”
    “I didn’t notice.” Shelley started the car and pulled out into traffic.
    “I think he was coming on to you, Shell.”
    “Oh, you think?”
    “I’ll bet he would make a fantastic tutor.” Rita cackled with glee.
    Shelley stomped on the gas and gained a measure of satisfaction when Rita’s head bounced off the headrest. The wind whipped her friend’s long, dark tresses into twisted cords, while her own shorter hair ruffled benignly around her brow and ears.
    It would serve Rita right if she ended up with dreadlocks , Shelley thought peevishly.
    “Hey!” Rita clutched her hair in both hands to restrain the wildness. “This wind is a menace! Do you have a scarf?”
    “Nope. Sorry. Maybe you can pull a pair of your new edible underwear over your head.” Shelley braked with a screech of tires at the intersection where the light had turned from yellow to red. Rita pitched forward, folding in half and exhaling audibly under pressure from her seat belt.
    “That’s exactly the kind of man I hate,” Shelley grumbled, remembering Thor’s bold gaze. “Dickie never behaved like that, not from the first time I met him. The first guy I didn’t have to worry about fighting off all the time.”
    Rita glanced around. “Where are we going?”
    The light turned green, and Shelley applied the gas with vigor. “I thought you wanted to go to the mall over on Third.”
    “This is the wrong direction,” Rita wheezed, as the G-force pressed her back into her seat.
    “Oh, shit! So it is.” Shelley abruptly pulled into a mini-mall so she could reverse directions.
    “Hey, watch it! You about gave me whiplash!” Suddenly, Rita snickered. “I know what’s wrong. Thor got to you, didn’t he? I thought it was just me who got all sweaty.”
    Shelley tamped down the irrational urge to push Rita out of the car. Instead, she concentrated on pulling into traffic again. “He was disgusting!”
    “He was a hottie! He’s the kind of guy I would go after if I weren’t already married. I would hire him in a minute to tutor me. Maybe I’d get him to wear studded leather belts and a helmet with horns. And tie my hands behind my back while he—”
    “Jesus, Rita!” Shelley’s jeans suddenly felt too tight. They were digging into her crotch, she thought, and getting her all aroused.
    “I’m married, but I’m not dead!” Rita drummed her blood-red nails on the top edge of the door. “I should have asked if the Bad Boys could perform on some night during the week. We could change the date of your party.”
    “Rita, I changed my mind. I don’t want strippers, after all. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
    “Whatever you say,” Rita said glumly. “I was looking forward to watching a bunch of guys strip down.”
    Shelley