Page 34 of Misadventures And Ms. Demeanor

"How did you get into acting?"

"Is the guy John Boner really that hung?"

"Do you do yoga to get that flexible or are you double jointed?"

"Was it painful when you got your clit pierced?"

The barrage of questions was overwhelming, but the last one had me choking on a piece of toast. JT spewed his coffee—once again—and swiveled around on his seat to hear this answer.

The idea of a needle going anywhere near...therehad me cringing. I thought of Goldie, who had the lowest embarrassment threshold known to man, where ridiculous questions and whispered talk slid off her like an egg in a Teflon pan. I could tell them I wasn't really Silky, but it wouldn't work. It didn't work on JT and he was jaded. These guys, well, I had them eating out of the palm of my hand. Figuratively, but I had no doubt they'd literally do it if I asked. So there was nothing to do but go with it. I envisioned what Goldie would say.

"It's not actually the clitoris itself that's pierced, but the little hood that covers it."

Every single man within a fifteen-foot radius stared at me. Coffee cups were poised halfway to mouths, silverware stilled, no longer cutting pancakes. JT's eyes flared with something a whole lot different than surprise. Even lust. It was a possessiveness I saw that had me taking a deep breath.

The waitress, who'd been refilling coffee cups, broke the silence. "So did it hurt? I mean, would you recommend it?" She bit her lip and eyed the other men, as if worried they'd judge her, but they didn't even look her way, just kept staring at me.

"I'd um...I'd talk to your doctor about that one. It's a big step." Yeah, a big step I had no interest in taking.

"Can I get a picture with you?" she asked.

Why a woman wanted a picture with me, I had no idea, but I just nodded my head. She pulled her phone from her apron pocket, handed it to a guy walking by the booth. She turned so she faced the camera and the guy got the shot.

"Thanks," she replied, then walked away.

"Can I get one, too?" The guy who took the photo asked.

Once they saw pictures were being taken, guys lined up for one of their own. I was allowed out of the booth to stand with my fans and JT volunteered to be the photographer, snapping one shot after another. Ten minutes in, my face was hurting.

"Thanks, Silky. I've already put this on my Facebook page. My friends aren't going to believe me when they see it," Arty said, phone in hand.

"Yeah, I tweeted my picture," Digger added, holding up his phone to show me the picture.

JT threw some cash on the counter and grabbed my hand. "Gentleman, it's been...interesting. Silky's got to be going." He put his arm around my shoulder in the way he'd done at the bowling alley. I just hoped these men were a little more civilized and I didn't have to punch any of them in the face.

"To answer your question from earlier," JT looked to Arty. "She's taken." JT kissed my forehead in a way that was gentlemanly, yet extremely possessive all at the same time.

All seven men stood, shook JT's hand with accompanying manly murmurs.Way to go. Take care of her. Lucky bastard.

They said their farewells to me, too. "Thanks guys, for lunch. You're all sweet."

JT tugged on my hand and we were out the door. "You put them in their place," he replied, smiling. "I didn't even have to do it."

"Oh?"

JT opened the door to the RV, let me climb in first.

"Sweet? No guy wants to be called sweet. That'sfriendterritory."

"And where do they want to be?"

JT stepped closer so I had to tilt my head back to look at him. "Right here."

He leaned down and kissed me, cupping the back of my head in his palms, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks. This wasn't asweetkiss. This kiss was an assault; aggressive and filled with all the frustration and anger over the past few days. It was also filled with all the lust that had been between us.

No matter how much I wanted to deny it, I was attracted to JT. He made me feel things I hadn't felt in a long time, perhaps ever. In fact, he made mefeel.The men I'd been with in the past were safe choices; men who were sweet and I could leave them without a backward glance, without any heartache. It was safer to leave first. Even Roger. I'd used him at the end for his apartment alone. It had been easy to stay away from him because my heart hadn't been engaged. When I'd discovered he'd moved on with another woman, I was more upset I had no place to go than to have been dumped.

With JT, he made me mad, made me hot, made me feel for the first time. I didn't know what to do about it, and the way he was kissing me, I didn't have the brain power to think about it. So I settled into the kiss. My nipples tightened, my skin heated and the way JT maneuvered my head this way and that as he wanted was very caveman of him. All he had to do was grabme by the ponytail and pull me into the back bedroom and that fantasy would be complete.