Mitchell glared at the people at the table next to them until they at least pretended to return to their meal. He turned back to Ann. "Shouldn't you be at the shop?"
"I've got time." She leaned closer, fiddling with a tendril of hair at her nape.
The hair he'd thought was scraped back in a bun was actually a loose twist that left delicate wisps at her nape and temples. It gave her a fresh, just-out-of-bed-after-amazing-sex look that he felt in his front pocket. Ah, hell. He reached for his wallet. "I'll walk you."
She didn't budge. "I realized you're absolutely right."
Caution mixed with relief to form an uneasy frown. "I am?"
"Absolutely. So I've decided exactly what I want to learn." Ann sat tall and regal in her chair. "And I want you to teach me."
Full-fledged need buried itself in Mitchell's stomach and corkscrewed straight through his spine, preventing him from standing.
Educate Ann? His thoughts took a distinct, X-rated turn. Lots of hands-on work and one-on-one experimentation. Judging by her reaction last night, she had no concept of what sensuality encompassed. Had never experienced the erotic.
Homework took on a whole new meaning. Erogenous zones. Seduction techniques. Touches and teases. And kisses. Lots of kisses. The syllabus was limitless, and extra credit never sounded so good.
"Me," Mitchell managed to choke out, the word strangled.
Ann nodded, a quick jerk of her head that threatened to tumble that mane of hair. "I need you, Mitchell." She covered his hand. "I need you to show me how to be Bad."