Free Mustang Sassy by Daire St. Denis

think he’s interested.”
    “Are you nuts? He totally is.”
    Sass shook her head.
    With a little laugh, Libby said, “You really have no idea how pretty you are, do you?”
    “Don’t talk crap.”
    Leaning over, Libby patted her hand. “Don’t worry. I’m your wing-girl. We’re going to make this happen.”
    Sass had no idea what Libby’s “wing-girl” status entailed, but she probably wouldn’t like it. Before she could ask for details, Jordan returned, setting drinks down in front of them.
    “So, Jordan. Where are you from?” Libby asked with a gleam in her eye.
    “Denver.”
    “You heading back tomorrow?”
    For the first time since joining them, Jordan appeared uncomfortable. “No.” He lifted the beer to his mouth and tilted his head back, taking a long drink. Sass watched the way the muscles in his tanned neck moved as he swallowed. He had a nice neck. Strong. She bet he smelled good. Right there, where his Adam’s apple moved. Probably tasted good, too…
    A sharp pain in her shin brought her back from her fantasy of sniffing City-boy’s neck. Libby mouthed the words, You’re staring . Then with a high-beamed smile aimed right at Jordan, Libby asked, “How long do you plan on staying?”
    “Until my car’s done.” He glanced at the pool table where Carlos was still playing.
    “No kidding,” Libby said, giving Sass another nudge under the table. “So, Jordan, what is it that you do?”
    “I’m an artist.”
    Sass wondered if she appeared as surprised by his response as Libby did. An artist? He didn’t seem like an artist. He gave the impression of someone who’d be comfortable wearing a suit every day and going to work in some glass office building. Or, with those muscular arms of his, she could picture him as a professional athlete. Training every day. But artist? That one totally took her by surprise.
    “So do you paint? Draw? Where do you sell your stuff?” Libby asked.
    “I don’t.” He smeared the damp circle his beer bottle made on the table.
    “Then how do you make your living?”
    “Day job.”
    “Oh, I know what you mean. We can’t all be Sass.” Libby winked at her.
    Sass didn’t want to talk about herself so she prompted him to finish. “So, what’s the day job?”
    “I’m in HR and do some marketing, too. Not the most exciting job in the world.” He pointed his bottle at Libby. “What about you?”
    “I work at the Pharmasave.” She smiled slyly. “But that’s only my day job. Not my passion.”
    “I’ll bite,” Jordan said, grinning at Libby’s segue. “What’s your passion?”
    Libby leaned across the table and spoke in a weird husky voice that Sass had never heard before. “I sell sex toys. Lotions, potions, edible undies, that sort of thing.”
    Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Why did Libby have to turn every conversation to sex? The woman was obsessed.
    But before she could change the subject, Jordan said, “Sex toys, huh? That’s not an occupation you hear about every day.”
    “I try to be original.” Libby grinned. “I’ve got a talent for choosing the perfect product for each customer. You want to know what I think you’d like?”
    Jordan laughed good-naturedly
    Oh, for heaven’s sake. This was why Sass didn’t date. This little dance that Libby and Jordan were performing, this mating ritual that involved innuendo and small talk, drove Sass nuts. For the first time, she understood why Libby pretended to sell all that shit. Not because she actually believed in the products, but because it gave her a come-on line. Dirty girl.
    Well, Sass had had enough. It was one thing to have a conversation about sex with Libby alone. Quite another to have it with City-boy present. The whole situation was making her twitchy.
    She stood with a leg stuck out and a hand planted firmly on one hip. She tried to smile. “Do you want to dance or something?”
    Jordan stared wide-eyed at her for a second and then a slow smile spread across his face. He grabbed