THE BENNETTS' CHRISTMAS (The Bennett Family and the Masters Family #6) - Brenda Jackson Page 0,10
loved anything that had to do with the royals.
“I’m not sure that you can.”
“Let me prove it.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” Now she was getting annoyed. Why couldn’t he just move on and irritate some other woman?
“I saw you watching me.”
She looked around, and then glanced over her shoulder, fairly certain he wasn’t talking to her since she definitely hadn’t been watching him. The same women who’d been standing behind her in the food line were sitting at the table directly behind her. Maybe they’d been the ones looking at him. They sure weren’t trying to hide the fact they were listening to her and Jack’s conversation.
She looked back at Jack. Granted he was handsome, but this boat wasn’t big enough for his ego. “I’m afraid you are mistaken, Jack. I was just sitting here, reading my magazine. I didn’t even notice you until you came over to my table. You must have me mixed up with someone else.”
“Are you saying you don’t think I’m worth your time?”
He actually sounded shocked. That made her smile. “Yes, that’s pretty much what I’m saying.” The look on his face told her he wasn’t used to being rejected.
“You know this is a singles’ cruise, right?” He evidently felt he needed to remind her.
“And?”
“And I think you need to get with the program.”
Get with the program? “The only program I’m interested in is the one I’ve created for myself.”
His shoulders stiffened. “So…you’re not interested then?”
Monica rolled her eyes. Hadn’t she just said that?
Years ago, Hansen had sat her and Kelly down and explained the system that some men—though not all—used to categorize single women.
There were the HS’s—the husband seekers. They would target a man for matrimony, then do anything and everything to lure him to the altar. Then there were the CH’s—or casual hookups. These were the women who didn’t mind being a guy’s, or whatever day of the week he needed a booty call. Those women aimed to please, no matter the day or the hour, and enjoyed sex just as much as men did. They were in it solely for the pleasure.
Hansen had continued their education by warning them about the OD’s and BJ’s. The OD’s were the one and done. They got a man excited, and put out in the bedroom, but one night was all a guy needed to get them out of his system. They never made it to the CH category, because there was something about them that could wiggle its way under a man’s skin if he let it. But he never let it.
The BJ’s—or blow jobbers—were women trained with their mouths to please a man in every way and loved doing it. If they were really good, some of those women might eventually get placed in his CH category.
And last, but not least, were the AK’s—A Keeper. Every once in a while, a man found someone he considered a precious gem. When he met a keeper, a man’s intentions were honorable because he had marriage on his mind.
Monica still couldn’t believe she’d managed to sit through that lesson without laughing. Still, it was worth knowing, even though she’d never fall into any of those categories. Even when she’d been young, she knew she was in a class all her own.
“Are you listening to me, Jill?”
It took her a minute to realize the man was still standing there. She looked up at him. “No, not really.”
She heard the women at the table behind her giggle and knew he’d heard them, too. Obviously embarrassed, Jack suddenly snatched the magazine out of her hand. “Now I have your undivided attention.”
Monica was furious. She couldn’t believe the audacity of the man. “Give me my magazine back.”
He smirked. “Be nice to me and maybe I will.”
“I think she’s made it quite clear she’s not interested, so give her back the magazine and move on.”
Monica’s heart suddenly jumped. She recognized that voice. It couldn’t be him... It just couldn’t be. She lifted her gaze to the man standing by her chair. It was him. Landon Chestnut. Where had he come from?
“Landon?” She had to nearly catch her breath in surprise before saying his name. She then heard the women at the table behind her whisper to each other, “That’s him. Mr. Eye Candy.”
He removed his sunglasses, slid them in the pocket of his shirt and gave her a heart-stopping smile. “Yes. But honestly, we need to stop meeting like this.”
CHAPTER FOUR
LANDON STARED AT THE woman who had been a constant presence in his