Bad Attitude by Tiffany White Page B

think so? Okay, then tell me and be honest. What change would you like to make about yourself that you haven’t been able to make?”
    Molly shrugged, the easy answer on the tip of her tongue—and off it before she could catch herself. “Lose ten pounds.”
    Mitch looked surprised. “I thought you didn’t buy into all that body image stuff.”
    â€œI don’t. But I do love fashion and I know if I were ten pounds thinner, the kind of clothes I enjoy wearing would fit better, okay?”
    Mitch grinned big time, his eyes twinkling. “And here I thought you were just a bad girl who enjoyed wearing her clothes on the tight side,” he teased.
    â€œDisappointed, are you?” Molly said, throwing her magazine at him.
    He ducked. “Maybe just a little. Surely you know it’s every guy’s secret desire to be seduced by a woman who’s bold enough to know what she wants. A woman who throws tradition to the winds. A woman who takes over on occasion, demanding exactly what she wants, when she wants it.”
    It was Molly’s turn to laugh, a deep, belly laugh. “And I think you’ve seen too many Kathleen Turner movies,” she said, shaking her head.
    â€œUh-uh. It’s not possible to see too many Kathleen Turner movies.”
    â€œLet me get this right….“ Boy, either he was good at telling a woman what she wanted to hear, or he was too good to be true! “You’re saying you like a woman who is independent?”
    â€œSure, why not?”
    She looked at him doubtfully. “Sexually independent, maybe. That I’d buy. But a totally independent woman? Nah, I don’t think so. A totally independent woman would probably drive you crazy.” A darn shame, too.
    â€œWhy do you say that?”
    â€œYou’re a movie star. You haven’t got a clue how spoiled you are.”
    â€œSpoiled?” He looked affronted.
    â€œYes, spoiled. What do you think would happen if an independent woman’s working hours didn’t necessarily dovetail with yours? Would you be willing to accommodate that?”
    Mitch winked at her. “I might.”
    â€œMight?”
    Mitch rubbed his hands on his Lycra-clad thighs. “Depends on how sexually independent she is—how adventuresome.”
    â€œYou think sex is an adventure? How male of you!”
    â€œYou don’t think sex should be an adventure?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
    â€œOh, great! I’m locked up with one of the Hardy Boys,” Molly said with a sigh.
    â€œOnly if you’re willing to play Nancy Drew….” he countered, visibly relishing the idea.
    Molly shook her head. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m going to change the subject back. I want to know why you asked me the question about what I’d change about myself if I could.”
    â€œOh, yeah.” It was obvious he’d been totally drawn off track by the idea of her being a bad girl. “I was about to challenge you. How about it, Molly? Are you up to going one-on-one with me?”
    Oh, yes, she was more than ready to go one-on-one with him between the sheets. Her body was, her heart was. Only her head wasn’t. But two against one had her saying, “Depends.”
    â€œOn what?”
    â€œOn what you’re talking about,” Molly said suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.
    â€œI’m talking about a little man-woman experiment.”
    â€œI thought so—and I don’t think so.”
    â€œWait. Here’s the deal. I’ll try to quit smoking, and you’ll try to lose those pesky ten pounds you were just bemoaning having. What do you say?” he coaxed. “Let’s ties who succeeds by the time the movie wraps.”
    â€œNo cheating,” Molly insisted.
    He nodded. “No cheating.”
    â€œA NGIE, DON’T Î¥OU HAVE anything chocolate to eat at all?” Molly asked, her head stuck in