Nashville Flirt by Bethany Michaels Page A

ear…saying her name. Or maybe just groaning a little to let
Sarah know he liked what she was doing to him.
    Wait, what ?
    Bo Branson was Emily’s obsession. She’d
been looking forward to this night for weeks. Emily was the one
going on the date with Bo while Sarah planned to head back to the
hotel after the show to catch up on some reading. She really needed
to quit fantasizing about Emily’s crush.
    Country music was not Sarah’s thing.
The twangy guitar, the cheesy lyrics—she just didn’t get it. But
seeing Bo do something he clearly loved was a big turn-on. He had
passion, confidence, swagger. Not traits Sarah ever thought she’d
be attracted to. Her exes had always been serious, intellectual and
conservative. No surprises, just as Sarah liked it.
    But something about the look in Bo’s
eye told Sarah Bo could go totally alpha between the sheets, and
that Sarah would love every second of it.
    As if Bo could sense the naughty
thoughts flowing through Sarah’s mind, his gaze locked on hers. He
held her gaze for a moment, then winked at her before looking away.
Sarah wiped her suddenly sweating palms on the skirt of the sexy
red dress Emily had insisted she buy to go along with the matching
thong panties.
    The music, the people and the lights
faded as Sarah focused on Bo with laser intensity. She felt drawn
to him, unable to look away. He met her gaze again, flashing his
dimple before he gave his attention to the crowd on the other side
of the stage.
    Was she imagining things? Or was he
singling her out? No one ever singled out Sarah. Emily had always
been the flashy sister and Sarah the one who faded into the
wallpaper. Sarah had always been fine with that, uncomfortable in
the spotlight. Surely Bo had been flirting with someone else in the
crowd.
    “ What did you think?”
Emily asked, an hour later when Bo had finally left the
stage.
    Sarah blinked, feeling like she was in
a daze. It had felt like Bo was singing to her personally, though
that was ridiculous, of course.
    “ Not bad for country
music,” Sarah said, unable to meet Emily’s eye.
    Emily rolled her eyes. “You just don't
get it. It's not just about the music. It's real life. Aches,
pains, heartbreak. Emotion.”
    “ I can do without the
heartbreak.” Sarah struggled to sound blasé. “Now, Yo-Yo Ma? That’s
real emotion.”
    “ No, that's a guy in a tux
with a giant fiddle.”
    “ Whatever. It was a good
show. I'm not going lie about that. I can see why you like Bo
Branson so much. He is a great performer and he has a nice
voice.”
    “ And he’s smokin’ hot,”
Emily said. “Don't forget that.”
    Sarah felt sweat begin to bead on her
forehead. “I guess. If you like the handsome, muscular, alpha-male
type.” Sarah hoped she seem nonchalant, and that Emily didn’t
detect the breathiness in her voice as she lied.
    Emily gave her a confused
look. “Who doesn't like that kind of guy? It makes my womb quiver just thinking
about nailing him.”
    Sarah felt panic rise up in her belly.
Emily was seriously going to sleep with him. “Don't get us
arrested, okay? Sexual assault is a crime in every state. ‘No’
means no.”
    “ Oh, there won't be any
assaulting,” Emily said. “Once we meet-and-greet each other, it'll
be game over.”
    Sarah forced the panic down. “Just
remember we’re sharing a hotel room. No hanky-panky in the room,
okay? I’m going to turn in early. Moving is exhausting.”
    “ Deal,” Emily said, and
hugged her Sarah. “Can you believe we’re really here and about to
meet Bo Branson? I'm so excited, I can't wait.”
    Sarah did not want to meet Bo Branson.
She didn’t like the weird, fluttery feeling that blossomed in the
pit of her stomach when he’d looked at her. She didn’t like that
the sound of his voice inspired erotic fantasies about the two of
them doing things she’d only read about in dirty novels. She didn’t
like not being in control of her body’s totally illogical reaction
to him. Not