“So you’re headed out west, too?” He paused.

She nodded, sending a shower of droplets over the back of the seat. “Yep.”

“How you going to get there with your car broken down?”

“Good question.” She narrowed her eyes. “At this moment, I’m so goddamn frustrated with the whole damn thing, I’m getting close to making a pretty personal suggestion to anybody who offered to fix it.”

“Check please!”

She had definitely caught his attention and a little shiver crossed her pussy that had nothing to do with the chill of sitting around in wet clothes. This was what it was all about. Meeting someone by chance. Feeling — something starting to build, an interest or whatever it was. Arousal maybe. Desire. A twitch in her cunt that said “Mmm. Definite possibility.”

Lissa stared at him. “Cute. I like a good sense of humor. You going to give me a ride back to my car to get my motor started?” Daringly, she leaned forward and swirled her finger around the lip of his water glass.

He looked out the window into the murk. “I dunno. It’s pretty bad out there.”

“Look…if you’ve got some little roadster or something, then forget it.” She made as if to leave.

“Oh, I can handle the weather. Got a truck. Four-wheel drive.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Just trying to decide if I want to go out in that shit again.”

She bit her lip. “You want money?”

“No. You?”

The question was loaded, and Lissa didn’t mistake his meaning. “No.”

“Okay. Glad that’s settled.”

“So about seeing if we can get my car started…” First things first.

“Vroom, vroom.” He made racecar noises and shifted an invisible gear. His motor seemed to be running just fine. Lissa’s was purring like a kitten and she grinned to herself. Something about cats and women — must be the pussy thing. She wondered how he felt about pussy. And whether she was going to get a little action going with him. This was where it was going to get tricky. Lissa was no slut. And she was going to make damn sure she didn’t come off like one either.

She’d been surprised but kind of glad he’d asked about money, since it had given her the chance to subtly stress she was no hooker looking for a quick fifty bucks.

But she’d had enough of the polite world, and never could quite see why a woman was looked down on for going after what she wanted, while a man was praised as a stud. After all, the result was the same, wasn’t it?

Hot, mind-blowing sex. Did it really matter a whole lot who did the asking?

She risked another glance at the man sitting across from her as he pulled out his wallet and tossed a couple of bills onto the table. He’d been helpful, but not polite. He’d stared at her nipples like he’d never seen a pair before, and hadn’t apologized for doing it either. Which was a refreshing change.

Possibly, just possibly, here was a man she could really use. In so many ways. All she had to do was figure out how. And wasn’t that going to be fun. With that thought uppermost in her mind, Lissa followed him out of the diner and into the night.