Notorious by Vicki Lewis Thompson Page B

event?”
    Noah didn’t pause to hear her answer.
    â€œTold you the monkey suit works,” Greg said in an undertone as Noah barreled past his friends without looking at them. Then all the guys just about killed themselves laughing.
    Noah went into the dressing room where he’d left his clothes and closed the door firmly. Sure enough, there was a lock and he twisted it shut. She was not going to seduce him in the tux-shop dressing room, damn it, not even if it would be about the most risky, exciting thing he’d ever experienced in his life. His fingers trembled as he started taking off the rental clothes.
    A soft knock sounded at the door.
    â€œBusy!” Noah called out.
    Loud male laughter greeted his statement, along with various comments about his lack of sex drive.
    He walked over and opened the door to find his friends grinning at him. “What you think was happening was not happening,” he said.
    More laughter.
    â€œWe know that,” Greg said with a chuckle. “The lady was trying to score, but nothing was happening. Garfield, have you lost your mind?”
    â€œOr some other significant body part?” Clint added. “That woman was hot , and she was coming on to you, and you acted like some damn virgin!”
    Brandon shook his head sadly. “This is not the Noah Garfield we’ve come to admire.”
    â€œShe’s nuts, is what she is,” Noah said. “Did you hear her? She wanted to know if the dressing rooms had keys, for crying out loud.”
    â€œYeah, she sure did.” Greg sighed and looked longingly into the distance. “A woman with imagination is a beautiful thing. In one of these dressing rooms you could have three-way-mirror sex, not to mention sex in a forbidden place.”
    â€œThese monkey suits are dynamite,” Clint said. “She was pulled right in, and what a catch! I’ll bet she’s a dancer.” He waggled his eyebrows. “You know, a dancer? ”
    â€œAnd she picked you right out, bro,” Brandon said. “Did you hear her say she thinks you’re a key player?”
    And finally Noah got it. Keely wasn’t here to sneak into a dressing room with him and have three-way-mirror sex. He felt almost sad that her motivation hadn’t been naughty, after all. She’d been trying to tell him she needed the extra key. Apparently, in his agitation, he’d left the suite with both of them.
    She probably needed some money, too, if she planned to do a little shopping this afternoon. He’d left her pretty much high and dry up there. Well, high, anyway. Nothing was dry about that suite.
    Greg peered around the corner into the shop. “She’s still out there. You might be able to salvage this situation if you go talk to her.”
    â€œOkay, I’ll get dressed and go talk to her,” Noah said. “But I’m not having sex in one of these dressing rooms, and that’s final.”

7
    K EELY WASN’T SURE whether or not all her signals about keys would get through Noah’s sexual fog. No matter how many times she vowed not to tease him, she continued to do it. He was such a delicious target, and each time she scored a hit, the painful memory of his rejection all those years ago faded a little more. She’d give anything for a snapshot of his face when she’d asked if the dressing rooms had keys.
    Another of her features for Attitude! had dealt with unusual places to have sex, and dressing rooms had been one of them. She’d never personally tried it, though. In fact, she hadn’t personally tried many of the adventures she wrote about in the magazine. This weekend seemed tailor-made for those kinds of adventures.
    Getting a glimpse of Noah in a tux had doubled her determination. What a babe magnet. With those baby browns of his and that killer physique, he could well have left a trail of broken hearts on the rodeo circuit. But now he was stuck in Saguaro