The Bachelor's Dare. Shirley Jump

one of only two reasons in mind. He was hard up, or he was using this as some kind of strategy to win the RV. He’d weave his spell and convince her to get off. She wasn’t giving up her dream to some guy with a soft touch and a good smile. She’d done that once before, for Travis. And had ended up stuck with a lease and a pile of bills while he pursued his dreams. Never again. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

      She started to brush past him. “Claire—”

      Claire wheeled around. “I know you, Mark. I know your pattern. A night in your bed, maybe three. The sex would be oh-so-good.” She ran a finger up his chest, her mouth exaggerating the O’s in her words. “We’d be peeling ourselves off the ceiling after we were done. And then, when you realized I actually had a brain above my breasts, you’d walk away. No,” she put a finger to her chin. “You’d run. And I’d have wasted a few days of my life with a guy who can’t see past my lingerie. I’ve been there, done that and have no intentions of being that stupid again, with you or any other man. So let me put you out of your misery and save us all grief down the road.” She pulled the tank to the right, exposing the thin strap of her bra. “This set’s blue, fringed with lace. The one I’ll wear tomorrow is black. Then maybe I’ll wear the red, or the indigo. Happy?” She slipped the shirt back. “Now, let’s get back to the competition.”

      She stalked out of the bathroom, leaving Mark Dole with his jaw on the floor.