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All right, clearly he wasn’t comfortable with the idea of teaching her how to operate around men.Drop it. Now.Pushing too hard on something like this would make her behavior as bad as Robbie’s that day at the baseball field. “Should I stop at Dunkin’ or Denny’s?”
Now it was Robbie’s turn to do a double take. “That’s it? We’re done talking about this?”
“Yes. Easy as that.”
“Oh, sure, easy. Right.”
“Dunkin’ or—”
“What kind of moves are we talking about? Flirting and... what?”
Skylar took a very heavy gulp. Braced. “If you open my glove compartment, there’s a white leather planner. There’s a slip of paper folded in the middle. It’s an... itinerary. Of potential lessons, so to speak.”
He almost broke the glove compartment getting it open. Seeing her beloved planner in Robbie’s hands gave her a warm, unexpected flip in her stomach. No one had ever touched that planner, save her, and his long, blunt—and somewhat crooked—fingers looked so masculine tracing along the softness of the spine, the breath caught in her throat.
What is wrong with you?
Skylar gripped the wheel and ordered her pulse back into its usual rhythm, but the sound of him unfolding the paper shot it sky-high again.
Chapter Eight
Robbie stared down at the neatly lettered timeline in front of him.
It was a five-day calendar of the current week. Each day, there was a new lesson, and each lesson had been penned in a different color.
Such innocent teals and pinks for writing phrases like:
Sunday:Flirting
Monday:Date Night Practice
Tuesday:Making Out
Wednesday:Blow Job Workshop
Thursday:Main Event (Maybe)
Fucking. That meant fucking. Maybe.
Son. Of a bitch.
This was the hottest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Besides Skylar. And his dick was acting accordingly, turning to stone in his sweatpants, perspiration starting to bead at the hairline hidden beneath his ballcap.Let me get this straight.If he went along with this plan to be her professor of love, every day for the next week, he would not only be allowed to perform these activities with Skylar, he would be encouraged to do them.
Teachherhow to do them.
He didn’t deserve to be this incredible woman’s sex tutor.
At all. Likeat all.
Which is why there was a catch. A huge one.
He’d be teaching her all this for the benefit of another dude.
So... at the end of the day, was thisheavenorhell?
Jesus, though. Even knowing hell might lie on the other side of this five-day crash course, he couldn’t stop himself. Not a chance in hell. Even the idea of flirting with her was making his balls throb, let alone ablow job workshop.
Had a more magical phrase ever been uttered?
