Page 34 of Tame Me

“Ohhh, I love this.” Lolly sipped some more.

Frankie slapped the counter. “Fantastic. You, Lolita, are a Wild Stampede woman.”

She laughed, and when I laughed along with her, she turned her intense blue eyes to me and stared.

I frowned. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

But I knew it wasn’t nothing. We moved aside to finish our drinks, and Frankie turned his attention to his next clients.

“You look like a love-struck teenager.”

“What?” I scrunched my face and shook my head.

She nodded, all confident and knowing. “I saw it in your eyes. You were practically drooling over him.”

I chuckled. “Was not.”

“Frankie’s your guy, isn’t he?”

I rolled my eyes and flicked my hand as if waving her away, trying to act like I had no idea what she was talking about. But my act was pointless. Lolita could read me like a twenty-foot billboard. Soon, I grinned like a schoolgirl.

She slapped my shoulder. “I knew it. So, how are we gonna make this happen?”

I frowned. “Make what happen?”

She pointed at Frankie, who was smiling his extraordinary smile at a man muscular enough to compete against my Corben. “Make you and Beer Boy get together.”

“Beer Boy? That’s not nice.”

She wiggled her head. “I’m not being mean or anything. It’s just you have a room full of hotties, and you chose the hairy dude who looks like he doesn’t know what a gym is.”

Although it was true that Frankie was easily the least muscular man in the room, I felt an unfounded desire to defend him. “He has the most amazing eyes. His hands are strong, manly, and you know what appeals the most? He seems truly genuine. I think Frankie will be exactly who he appears to be.”

“Whoa, hold your horses, babe.”

“Ha ha, funny.” I cocked my head.

“Looks to me like wild horses wouldn’t stop you.”

“Oh, my god.” I rolled my eyes and drank the last of my beer.

“You’ll be riding that bucking bronco before?—”

“Will you stop?”

“This’s fun.” She looked to the ceiling as if searching for another corny cliché. Next second, her eyes snapped to me, bulging with excitement, and I braced for her next comment. She clutched my arm. “I have a fucking brilliant idea.”

“Oh, God.” I sighed.

“What? Have I let you down before? Did my act with Corben and Needledick fail?”

“No.”

“Exactly. I’m a genius, so hear me out.” She leaned toward me, mischief gleaming in her eyes. “I’m going to cover for you at reception while you take that stallion up to his room and ride him till the cows come home.”

“What! Have you lost your mind?”

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