Sheerly Irresistible

“Hey, babe,” the man now called from the doorway in a thick Bronx accent. “Wait up.”

He was obviously making good on his pledge to follow her to the ends of the earth. But there was one place he couldn’t go.

She smiled up at Mitch. “Could you please direct me to the ladies’ room?”

He didn’t say anything, just hitched his thumb over her shoulder, pointing toward the corner of the nightclub.

“Thank you,” she murmured, circling around him and walking briskly in that direction. Claire quickened her pace as the cabdriver’s voice carried over the room. The man was certainly persistent. He’d screeched to a stop at the corner where her apartment stood, kicked out his irate passenger, then promised her a free ride.

She’d thought he meant in his taxicab.

But he’d made his intentions quite clear when he’d pulled up to The Jungle. She’d turned him down. Then he’d tried to sweeten the offer by promising to let her tie him up. The conversation had gone downhill from there. And now she was forced to hide in the bathroom. Maybe the skirt had some drawbacks after all.

Claire slipped into the empty ladies’ room, wondering how long she’d have to stay here before the cabbie finally gave up and went away.

But she underestimated him.

The cabbie barreled through the door, his narrow face lighting up when he saw her. “Are we playing hide-and-seek?”

Claire planted her hands on her hips. “I think you missed the sign on the door. It’s for women only.”

“Let’s continue the game at my place,” he offered, taking another step closer. “I’ll let you hide in my bed.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,’ she said firmly. “I don’t even know your name.”

His thin lips curved into a smile. “My girlfriends call me the Love Stallion.”

“Well, Mr. Stallion, I’m flattered by your interest, but I’m working at the moment.”

He gaze flicked over her body. “I’ll pay top dollar for a woman like you.”

She blinked. “Top dollar? You think I’m a prostitute?”

“I think you’re my greatest fantasy.” He took another step closer. “One I want to enjoy all night long.”

Claire slipped her hand inside her purse, curling her fingers around the pepper spray A.J. had given her in case of an emergency. “I’m going to count to three. If you’re not gone by the time I’m done, you’re going to regret it.”

“Why?” He grinned. “Are you going to spank me?”

“One.”

He licked his lips. “You are so hot.”

“Two.”

He raised one cocky eyebrow. “Playing hard to get? Give me a break. A woman like you? In a skirt like that?”

“This is your last chance,” she warned, pulling the canister out of her purse and taking careful aim.

The door to the rest room swung open and Mitch stepped inside. His gaze swung from the pepper spray in Claire’s hand to the man standing in front of her. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Claire shook her head. “He was just leaving.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you,” the cabbie announced.

“Think again.” Mitch folded his arms across his broad chest. “I want you out of here. Now.”

The cabbie stuck out his jaw. “And if I don’t feel like leaving?”

Mitch’s blue eyes narrowed. “Then you’re going to feel my fist shoved down your throat.”

Claire stepped between them, feeling somewhat responsible. After all, this entire situation was because of the skirt. “I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Too late,” Mitch muttered, then took a menacing step toward the cabdriver.

“All right,” the cabbie said, backing up. “I’m leaving.” Then he turned to Claire. “But I’ll be parked right outside waiting for you, babe.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Claire called after him. Then she looked at Mitch, who was scowling at her. “What?”

“Next time, leave your boyfriend problems at the door.”

Her eyes widened at his curt tone. Had the skirt lost its effect already? “Boyfriend problems? That creep isn’t my boyfriend. He was my cabdriver.”

“Did you forget to pay the fare?”

“He refused to let me pay him anything. He almost refused to let me out of his cab.” She moved around him toward the door. “Now if you’ll excuse me….”

But Mitch stepped in front of her, blocking the path. He was so close she could see a small scar just below his chin and smell the hint of aftershave he wore. His formidable size should have intimidated her. But she knew instinctively he wouldn’t hurt her. In fact, for one fleeting second, she thought he might move even closer. Her skin prickled at the thought and the skirt seemed almost hot against her skin.

She craned her neck to look up at him. He just stared at her for a long moment before finally stepping out of her way. “Enjoy your evening.”

“Thank you.” She walked out of the ladies’ room and took a deep breath. Funny how she found it hard to breathe all of a sudden. Maybe it was the scented air freshener in the ladies’ room. Or the glint of desire in Mitch’s blue eyes. The next moment, he stood right behind her, his heat caressing her neck.

“When you’re ready to leave,” he growled in her ear, “just let me know. I’ll help you get another cab.”

She turned to face him. “That won’t be necessary.”

“I insist.” Then he turned and walked away.

Claire stared after him, realizing she’d never had that kind of effect on a man before. It was intoxicating. Especially after the way he’d dismissed her in the alley behind The Jungle two weeks ago.

But she wasn’t here to impress Mitch Malone. It was time to line up volunteers for her research project. Several men were seated at stools by the bar, where a man with too much gray hair peeking through his muscle shirt stood behind the counter barking orders at a harried bartender.

Where to begin? Claire had read her father’s study numerous times, as well as his copious notes. Marcus Dellafield had introduced himself to several patrons before carefully selecting ten of them to be the main focus of his research. All the test subjects had been women. Claire planned to reverse the study and focus on men this time.

She slid onto the last empty bar stool, setting her purse in her lap. Several stools squeaked as men turned to look at her.

“Ask the lady what she wants to drink,” the man with the thick, gray chest hair growled behind the bar.