"Okay, Nathan isn't too smart when it comes to women," he said with a chuckle. "Cut him some slack. The poor man doesn't know whether he's coming or going with you."

She scowled. "Well you know what, Micah? I'm damn tired of men not knowing what to do with me. I want a guy who doesn't need an instruction manual, thank you very much. Nathan blew his chance as far as I'm concerned."

"So you're going to torture him endlessly."

"Something like that," she muttered. "Okay, okay, I'll leave him alone. I have bigger fish to fry anyway."

He pulled into her apartment complex and cut the engine. For a moment he sat there just staring over at her with those complex, deep brown eyes.

"You know, Julie, someday a man's going to tame you. I just hope I'm around to see it."

"Ha!" she said as she opened her door. "I'll make a bet that a woman knocks you down a few notches before a man ever tames me."

He held out his hand with a smug grin. "Deal."

She took it and stared back just as hard. "What are the stakes?"

"If you win, you get me, any way you want me. If I win, I get you. Any way I want you."

She took her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest. "There's just one problem with your stakes, slick."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"If you're tamed, your girly might have a thing or two to say about me having you any way I want you. If I'm tamed, the guy in question sure as hell won't appreciate having a third in the mix. I'm not saying I'd mind," she added saucily.

"Don't be so sure of that," he said, a glint in his eyes. "As I have no intention of losing the bet, all we have to worry about is this guy who's going to tame you. My guess is, he's not going to mind allowing me my winnings."

“Cunt instruction manual?" Nathan bit out. "An instruction manual?"

Nathan slammed the truck door and stomped around to the front of the truck to meet Micah and to head into the building that housed the Malone and Sons offices.

Micah chuckled. "Yeah, she was pretty clear on wanting a guy who didn't need an instruction manual to satisfy her."

"I'll show her instruction manual," Nathan gritted out.

God, but the woman was making him crazy. Why was he letting her get to him so bad? It wasn't just the blow job—though, damn, the feisty little wench was good with her mouth.

"Have you and Damon talked about this weekend?" Micah asked.

Nathan looked around and frowned. Faith wasn't in her office, but that didn't mean Gray or Connor wasn't skulking around. Or Pop even. He shuddered at the idea of Pop overhearing this conversation.

"Relax, man. Connor and Gray are out with Pop on a job."

"And what are we doing here again?"

"Picking up the paperwork for our job, and then we're going to head south. You're a grumpy son of a bitch when you're not getting laid, let me tell you."

"How the hell would you know whether I'm getting laid or not?" Nathan growled. "Jesus, why are we talking about this?"

Micah laughed as he rummaged around on Faith's desk. "Aha! Here it is. Let's make tracks. We can talk on the way."

"What's turned you into such a chatty bastard?" Nathan asked when they'd gotten back into Micah's truck. He scowled when Micah cracked his window and started digging for a cigarette.

"Damn it. Smoked my last one with Julie."

"What the hell were you doing smoking with Julie? She doesn't smoke. Does she?"

A smug grin creased Micah's face. Then he reached over to open the glove box. Shit fell out between Nathan's knees.

"There is a God," Micah breathed as he pulled out a smashed package of cigarettes.

"Get a damn patch or something."

Micah stuck a cigarette between his lips and fished in his pocket for a lighter. "So you didn't answer my question. Have you talked to Damon about this weekend or are you just going to let Julie go?"

"Fuck you. I'm not letting her go anywhere but to bed with me."

"So you have talked to Damon then. I take it he agreed?"

"Not exactly," Nathan muttered.

Micah turned to blow his smoke out the window. "Will you quit being so damned closemouthed and just spill it?"

"He feels his first obligation is to Julie."

"Imagine that," Micah said dryly.

"Cut the sarcasm," Nathan said with a scowl. "She wants a threesome. An anonymous threesome, with her blindfolded!"

It was all he could do to get the words out. Was she just trying to get herself hurt? He didn't give a damn how tight Damon's security was or that they had video surveillance on the private rooms all the time. It would only take a few seconds to hurt her or kill her, and there wouldn't be a damn thing Damon or his people could do about it.

"Why does that bother you so much?" Micah asked with a sideways look.

Nathan's mouth fell open. Then he snapped it shut. "Damon doesn't have a problem with vetting me to be one of her guys. But I insisted that I'd be the only man in that damn room with her, and he said that he felt obligated to fulfill Julie's wishes."

Micah shrugged. "So? Have a threesome with her. Come on, man. You can't tell me you've never fantasized about fucking a woman while another man is fucking her too. Hell, you watch porn. Half that shit is a bona fide gang bang."

"Would you stand by and let another man touch what you considered yours?" Nathan asked calmly.

Something dark and predatory flashed in Micah's eyes. "As long as she belonged to me? Yeah, it's a huge turn-on."

"You've had threesomes?"

Whoa, this conversation was heading into serious cringe territory. Next they'd be comparing dick sizes.

"You never have?" Micah countered.

"Hell, you act as though it's some natural function, as normal as having sex with a woman. Most men get on their knees and thank God if a woman will sleep with them, much less you and another guy."

Micah laughed. "Women tend to like being the object of so much attention. Two men devoted to making sure she has the most mindless pleasure she's ever experienced?"

"So it's more about the woman?"

Shit, there he went again, sounding like some damn amateur. A blush stole over his cheeks, and he turned to look out the window before Micah could see him and give him hell.

He'd had sex. Lots of sex, damn it. Okay, maybe not that much. Still, he'd been around the block more than a few times, but now his experiences seemed pretty dull compared to the crap Micah was talking about.

"Well, yes and no," Micah said seriously. "It's all about pleasuring her, watching her go wild. In turn it's a huge turn-on for a man. I mean what guy doesn't get a serious charge out of rocking a woman's world?"

He had a point there. It wasn't like a guy ever wanted to be a complete failure in bed.

"So she really wants this threesome," Nathan said painfully.

"Don't take it personally. If you've never been to bed with her, it's not as if she's sending you a message or anything."

"Oh, she's sending one, all right."

"So are you going to agree to the threesome or not? Doesn't sound like Damons going to give you much of a choice. And hell, dude, have you even given this any thought? Blindfolded or not, she's going to figure out it's you really damn quick with your bald head and goatee. You're going to need a distraction for her."