"This is nice. Two friends being friendly," he said. Rolling my eyes, I sipped my drink and ignored his cocky smile. "How long has it been?" he asked, tapping my sandal with his boot. "The abstaining thing." Crossing my arms under my tits, I tightened them and pushed up the girls for him to admire. "I bet you've banged a girl recently. Like I could probably smell her on you, if I got close enough," I grumbled, remembering how he smelled like chocolate and I had a sweet tooth. "You're likely crawling with germs." Instead of finding offense, Vaughn watched me in a weird way. His lids lowered as the corners of his mouth lifted. A sly look on his face, Vaughn ran his tongue along his top teeth. "I have a system," he said softly. "After I hook up with a random chick, I shower with a big bottle of Purell. One of those economy-sized ones." Even smiling, I kicked his foot away from mine. "I'm a bath person myself. Just fill up the tub with really hot water then toss in a cap of bleach plus a few bubbles and I'm set." "Gotta have bubbles," he said in a deep low voice. "What are you doing?" Vaughn shook his head, yet his gaze held mine. "Just admiring your beautiful smile." Rolling my eyes again, I sighed. "Lame." "I know. I really do. I use that line a lot, but it's true with you. That smile changes your face. Makes you less sex kitten and more angel." "I'm no angel." "What a relief. I don't like good girls." "I didn't say I was bad." Vaughn sucked at his lower lip and sized me up with those eyes. "You didn't have to, kitten." "Don't call me that." "Sugar?" he said, grinning brighter now. "Your sister didn't like my nickname for her either." "Why would you give my sister a nickname?" "Don't be jealous. I like giving girls nicknames. Even girls I don't want to spend time inside." "I can't believe those lines ever work." "They don't. Girls are drawn to my looks, not my personality." Snorting, I begged myself to stop smiling. "And you're proud of this fact?" "I'm proud of very little, pumpkin." "Keep trying."