I smiled to myself as the breathtaking brunette headed my way.

Yep, I still got it.

"Hey there," she said with a grin.

"Hello yourself. And to what do I owe the pleasure of being approached by a complete stranger?"

She smiled an infectious smile at me as she presented her hand to me. "I’m Ashley. See? We don’t have to be strangers for long."

Did she wink at me?

"Spencer," I said, accepting her offered hand.

"Well, Spencer," she leaned against the bar and I couldn’t help by think that her previously adorable smile had turned arrogant. "I couldn’t help but notice that you were staring at me for a while. So I decided to come over and see what it was that peaked your interest so much."

Damn, she is arrogant, but it’s sooo hot on her.

"Staring, huh? Well, maybe your vision needs to be checked. I was most definitely not looking your way."

Lies.

"Oh, well then. Excuse my forwardness…"

And then it happened. She leaned in closely and placed one hand on the front of my hip, pulling me slightly closer to her. I felt movement through my entire body, originating at the touch of that hand. I froze completely, not quite sure what she was going to do, but knowing that I wanted her to do it.

She whispered, barely audible over the music, "… but I was most definitely staring at you."

She pulled away, never looking away from my eyes. I could see lust in those chocolate brown eyes, and I was certain she could see the same in mine. I want this girl. I want her under me, on top of me, standing next to me, kissing me. I just want her. All of her.

The bet. The damn bet. I am not losing that beach house for the summer. I can’t!

"Let me buy you a drink," she finally said, breaking the intense silence.

"OK…" was all I could squeak out.

No! What am I doing!

She stared at me, as if she was waiting on something. I just stared back and offered a weak smile.