Page 25 of Misadventures And Ms. Demeanor

My mouth fell open at his insult as I spun on my rental shoes and went over to the computer game display and sat down. I couldn't compare to a dentist from Denver. I had no real home, I traveled fifty weeks out of the year and lived out of a suitcase. I pasted on a fake smile. "Ah, you're looking for the whole picket fence, are you?"

"Girls like you are larger than life on screen, gorgeous in person, but only good for a quick tumble."

"What do you have against porn stars anyway? It sounds like you know all about Silky Tangles and have seen all her movies since you know about the wholeStuffed and Cuffedthing. You can't hate porn that much."

"It suits its purpose, but I'm not interested in a woman like you."

I shifted in my seat. He either believed I really was Silky Tangles or he was completely delusional. "Right, a woman just like me fucked up your life from a DVD?" I shook my head. "Whatever." I typed his name into the computer keyboard to keep from punching him once again. My only advantage was that he probably didn't have his stun gun on him.

"McHottie?" He moved to lean over my shoulder. His arm came around to type one handed. His body heat radiated, his clean scent circled around and I felt his breath next to my ear. He was very...close. Was it hot in here? "Okay, Silky, let's play."

I tilted my head up to the electronic scoresheet. Sure enough, my bowling name was Silky.

Since his name was entered first, he bowled first, knocking down eight, then waited for the lane to reset the two remaining pins.

He clearly had a delineation in his mind between good girls and bad girls. One was fine for the night, the other for a lifetime.

"Do you really think this Sarah woman is interested in finding a husband at the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally? Seriously?" I leaned back in the plastic swivel chair, my legs tucked under the table, my arms folded over my chest. "She's looking for the guy version of Silky Tangles."

The ball popped out of the return. He picked it up, chucked the ball down the lane, knocking over the remaining pins.

"Spare," he said. "What about you? You looking for Mr. Right?"

The lane reset and it was my turn. I stood. "Don't you mean Mr. Right Now?"

I picked up my blue ball and lined up to go.

"You have what, three or four Mr. Right Now's while filming. It's not like Mr. Right's going to want to come home to you."

Wow. That was...cruel and I wasn't even a porn star. "That's such a double standard." I faced the lane, lined up and swung. The ball slid down the lane smoothly then took out all the pins.

"Strike," I replied. "I'm going to get a pitcher." I didn't look back, just headed for the bar. It was snoring in the RV or jackass JT. I chose neither.

"You've gotsome pretty hot moves," a man to my right said. I turned. Twenties, Wrangler jeans, snug t-shirt, cowboy hat. Not half bad.

Not interested.

"Um, thanks." I turned back to watch the bartender fill the pitcher. "Bowling's fun."

"I don't mean bowling." He moved in a smidgen closer, which put him definitely in my space. He had quite the roving eye which seemed to stop squarely on my breasts.

Another guy approached, leered. He wasn't half bad looking either, but he gave me the creeps. "I'm Jared. My idiot friend here is Paul."

I nodded vaguely, eyed the bartender who was at the tap. "Hi."

"What brings you to Montana?" Jared asked.

"I live here." No way was I giving more information than that.

"In Hardin? Not a chance." He shook his head and chuckled. "We would've known." Anyone moving to a town the size of Hardin would be big news. Hardin made Bozeman look like New York City.

"Nope. Not Hardin."

"Here with that guy?" Paul asked, tilting his chin toward the lanes.

"Yup." I leaned forward on the glossy wood bar and focused on the bartender, willing him to work his way back to me.

"That's okay. We don't mind sharing." He moved in closer. "We know you like it." His words had me whipping my head around to look at him. The guy actually waggled his eyebrows. Jared just grinned.