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Jenny blinked. “No. You said I should stay out of darkened rooms.” She looked around the dimly lit room. “Technically, this room isn’t darkened, just dim. Should I have asked what constitutes ‘darkened’ to you? Perhaps candlelight is too dark?”

“You ramble when you’re nervous,” David pointed out.

Jenny nodded her head. “It’s a talent of mine.”

David’s lips curled into a slow smile. She was quite the puzzle.

He reached out and tapped the tip of his finger on the end of her nose. “Stay on topic, kitten.”

She wrinkled her nose. “You’re the one who brought it up,” she grumbled.

“Back to confidence. If you can be confident around me of all people, you can be confident around anyone. And if not, fake it. I guarantee you that the majority ofthe tonis doing the same thing.”

He let those words sink in as he walked to the far side of the room.

“Now, when you walk into a room, you want to use your whole body to capture a man’s attention. You want your movements to seem light and airy. Walk with purpose, your head held high.” He stopped to take in her stance in the firelight. “Lucky for you, you always seem approachable.”

He turned and leaned against a table. “Walk towards me.”

The color drained from her face. “Now? Me? Walk towards you?”

David just nodded.

Her steps were timid at first, her eyes trained on the floor in front of her.

“Eyes on me, Jenny.”

Her eyes flicked up before her head followed. He signaled her to square her shoulders, and she did just that.

“Now, give me a small smile, like a smirk. Like you have a secret no one knows. That a girl. Now, let it widen as you approach so when you stop in front of your target, he can do nothing but stare at your beautiful lips to learn their secrets.”

His pants became tight as he watched this glorious creature follow his every direction and approach him with the poise and intention of a clever minx.

As she stood in front of him, her smile was bright and stunning. Her eyes twinkled, and the firelight created a red halo around her that was downright sensual.

David swallowed. “That was perfect.”

Jenny huffed out a breath, immediately breaking the spell she cast over him. “Then why does no one approach me?”

She rounded the sofa and plopped down, defeated.

David looked back at her.

And she accuses me of changing moods quickly.

“Must be your conversation,” he deadpanned.

Jenny narrowed her eyes at him. “Excuse me?”

She was getting riled up, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that watching her face take on the color of contention was exciting.

David raised an eyebrow. “Remember, kitten, men are simple creatures. I think it’s safe to say that you speak what’s on your mind.”

Jenny nodded in concession. “I do.”

David walked around the sofa and sat next to her. “Right. There are two things that motivate men—competition and sex. You’re motivating men to compete, when you should be motivating them to solicit sex.”

The horrified look on her face was entertaining.