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down. The next five should be just as easy.
    "So, say I'm sitting on a couch with a woman who wants a piece of me. Assume there are cameras and that someone is going to take a picture that ends up in the papers the next day."
    "Do you actually think I'm going to do this kind of role-playing with you? I'm starting to wonder what goes on in your alternate reality."
    He couldn't help grinning this time. It had been far too long since he'd had such an enjoyable conversation with anyone, let alone the opposite sex. His guy friends mostly drank and screwed around and played video games. And the women were either trying to get into his pants or his bank account, or trying to convince him to hook them up with another football player's bank account and/or pants.
    "Sure," he said. "You've got to be the hot babe. And then you've got to teach me how to resist you." He dropped his gaze to her breasts. "Don't worry that you're all natural. That won't throw me off at all. Real, fake, as long as they fit right here."
    Hoping he could make her laugh instead of walk out on him, he cupped his hands in the air and moved them slightly, as if he were holding a soft weight.
    "You didn't actually just pretend to squeeze a pair of breasts, did you?" Fortunately, she looked more amused than annoyed.
    "You know how us jocks are. Now, back to your role as hot babe."
    "As if I'm stupid enough to fall for this."
    He was all innocence. "For what?"
    She opened her mouth. Then closed it.
    Her lower lip was plump and he wanted to gently sink his teeth into the sensitive flesh, see if she would shiver, if her nipples would tighten in response.
    The thing was, they both knew he'd painted her into a corner. Because she sure as hell wasn't going to say, "You're just trying to get me to kiss you, to sleep with you again." Not only was she Little Miss Proper, but she had far too much pride to set herself up for the possibility of being shot down.
    She also clearly had no idea that no sane man on earth would shoot her down.
    "Fine," she finally said in a tight, pissed-off tone. "The things I do for my company," she muttered. She shook her hair out, stuck out her chest, and pouted at him. "Just as you ordered, one hot babe, hold the side of skank."
    Ty had never tried to seduce a woman while he was laughing; fucking had always been more of a serious endeavor. Never a challenge, though—he was always trying to answer the question, "How fast can I leave when we're done?" He very rarely had sex with anyone at his own house. Because it was harder to kick a woman out than it was to zip up his pants and drive away.
    "Okay," he said, "throw yourself at me."
    "You might find this hard to believe, given that we're in 'Ty's Weird World' right now, but I wouldn't have the first clue how to throw myself at anyone."
    "Not even your favorite football star?"
    "I don't have a favorite football star," she said. "Or baseball, basketball, or hockey. Gerard Butler is kind of cute, though. Maybe i could pretend you're him?"
    Ty wanted to crack Gerard Butler's head against a brick wall. He couldn't believe he was actually jealous of an actor.
    Clearly, when it came to Julie Spencer, there was a first time for everything.
    "Pretend I'm Gerard Butler, then," he forced out between his teeth. She held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Julie Spencer. Your movies are really great. Especially that foreign one where you pretend to be the little boy's father."
    "That's it? What about trying to get in his pants? Where was the flattery? The finger running down his arm? The I-want-to-fuck-you-all-night-long look?"
    "You didn't say anything about trying to get in his pants!"
    "Duh." He rolled his eyes. "What do you think all of those women in all of those pictures are trying to do to me?"
    "It looks like you're trying to get into their pants, not the other way around" He shrugged. "Sometimes I am. But not as often as you'd think." Which was true. He tended to be a moving target and women just threw and threw and