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blondes at the
bar. He might be pushing his mid-forties and divorced, with streaks
of grey at his temples, but he was still an extremely attractive
man. Those three women over there might be out numbered with the
eight guys surrounding them, but she’d bet her favorite shotgun
that the Captain would be taking one of them home tonight.
    Jenna swung around to look at Kent standing
next to her. “What are you waiting for Kent? They’re not getting
any younger over there. Not that they actually could get younger.
They look barely legal now.”
    Kent’s eyes watched her with amusement.
“Maybe I want to stay here with you Annie. So you can tell me what
other remarkable tricks you’ve got.” Jenna’s body flushed at the
innuendo. Looking at Kent now, she was trying to figure out how the
hell she could have missed the fact that he was such a looker. He
seemed to be in his mid to late twenties so he was a few years
older than her. His dark brown hair was crew cut and only enhanced
the strong lines of his nose, cheeks and jaw. His eyes were the
darkest shade of cobalt blue that she’d ever seen, but right now
they seemed almost molten with something like lust. Not to mention
he looked just as enticing with his tall six foot frame in civilian
clothes as he did in his standard issue black BDU SWAT uniform.
Most importantly, he smelled human. That meant he wasn’t a
threat.
    Of course, it didn’t matter how gorgeous the
human looked, he wouldn’t be getting into her panties. Hell, no one
had gotten into her panties yet, first because her family shadowed
her every move and then later because she was afraid of doing
something stupid in the heat of the moment. Like accidentally
breaking a human while she was trying to get her groove on. That
would be a tad awkward. So in reality, she could admire the pretty
packaging but she couldn’t un-wrap it. Jenna was half tempted to
call up the Guinness Book of Records and ask if she was the oldest
living virgin yet.
    “Let’s start out with basics Kent. My name’s
not Annie, its Jenna. Or if you’d prefer, you can continue to call
me O’Conner when we’re off duty. What’s your first name?”
    Kent leaned closer to me as I sipped from my
beer. “Can’t tell you that, Jenna. You’ll just have to keep calling
me Kent.”
    “Can’t or won’t?”
    “Both, but I have to admit that I like the
way your lips smile when you say my last name. It makes me picture
the other things your lips could do. I think I’m becoming kind of
partial to it.”
    Jenna smiled around the opening of her beer
and then took another sip. “Why Kent, you disgusting hound dog, I
do believe you’re hitting on me.” Rock music started to blare from
the jukebox and we watched as some of the guys from our team were
dragged on the dance floor by the scantily clad girls at the bar.
Now with a small pleasant buzz in her head, she clunked her beer
down on the table.
    The obnoxious chimes of a cell phone went off
and she watched out of the corner of her eye as Kent took his phone
out of his front pocket and looked at the caller ID. Looking up at
her, and then eyeing her empty bottle, Kent leaned over and
whispered in her ear. His hot breath tickled the edges of her
earlobe and the hair surrounding it. “Wait right here, I’ll get you
another drink.” Flashing Jenna a smoldering smile that displayed
his perfect white teeth, Kent headed towards the bar as he answered
his phone. Turning her attention back to the dance floor, she stood
there waiting for her next beer while watching and laughing at the
guys who could shoot a weapon with deadly accuracy but couldn’t
swing their hips in time to the music to save their life. Adorable,
but pathetic. Really pathetic.
    As Jenna stood subtly swinging her hips to
the music, she caught the whiff of Kent’s scent getting stronger as
he walked up behind her and boldly pressed his chest into her back.
He set down the beers on either side of Jenna’s hands, resting them
on