Nate began to unbuckle the collar. Kennedy dove over and grabbed his hands. “I know it’s confusing, but we just wanted to give you some general scenarios. The real role-play is much more important.”
“What type of role-play?”
“Kate will be the first one up. She’ll pretend to be a stranger at the bar, and you approach her. Conversation will go from there, and we’ll be able to analyze how you interact.”
He gave a disgusted sigh but stopped trying to tug off the collar. “Is she gonna judge me on my first pick-up line? I suck at that.”
“No, just say hello, she won’t be hostile. This exercise is about the flow of good conversation, not approach. If there’s one thing I teach as the cardinal rule for first meets, it’s this. Say hello, give your name, and ask how she is. Simple. Not rocket science.”
“Ha, ha.”
“Arilyn and I will watch from the end of the bar.”
“Great. I feel like I’m auditioning for America’s Got Talent. But instead of the X, I get electrocuted.”
“Good luck.”
They moved a few seats down. Kennedy gave him credit. Most men couldn’t handle the pressure of role-play, and though Nate’s face reflected misery, he drew himself to full height and dove in.
“Hey . . . My name’s Nate, how are you?”
Kate swiveled around on her stool and gave him a sexy smile. She’d transformed into the one-night competitor. This woman wanted hot sex, one night to forget her troubles, and had no intention of settling into a long-term relationship. Kate practically purred, her gaze caressing and analyzing his entire body from under heavy lidded eyes. She was a walking, talking cliché that most men could never resist.
Including Nate.
“Hey, darlin’,” she drawled. “My name’s Wanda. And my crappy day just got a whole lot better.”
“Mine, too.” He sat next to her, his confidence shooting back up in the face of Kate’s obvious flirtation. “Do you come here often?”
Kennedy winced but let it go. Terrible line, but not Titanic bad.
“Yes, every night. And why haven’t I seen you around?” Kate tossed her hair, and reached out to trail a finger down his arm. She leaned in and Kennedy knew he got a nice shot of cleavage.
He cleared his throat. “Just moved into town. So, Wanda, what do you do?”
Hmm, he liked to focus on career. “I’m a waitress.”
Kennedy held her breath.
“That’s hard work. No wonder you had a bad day.”
She let out her breath. Nice recovery. No judgment or abrupt ending—she guessed Connor had never broken up with anyone in the food industry.
“Oh, yeah. Hours on my feet with these heels.” Kate flexed her leg and Nate’s gaze snagged on sexy three-inch heels. “I really need to relax. Lie down. Maybe get out of here. What do you think?”
Kate’s face screamed sex. Nate widened his eyes as if he had hit the jackpot. Kennedy waited and hoped for a particular response.
She didn’t get it.
“Well, I would say we should get to know one another a bit better. See if we’re suited. But why not? Let’s go. My place is close.”
Ah, yes. The little head always won out over the big one.
Buzz.
“Son of a bitch! She came on to me!”
Kennedy gave him an encouraging smile. “You were doing really great until that point. You just forgot the goal. You want to meet your wife, not hook up for one night of nonsense sex.”
“There’s nothing wrong with no-commitment sex if both parties agree. Connor raised me on that philosophy.”
“You need to keep the main goal in sight. A short sexual affair or a one-nighter will throw your game off, and no one wants to date a male slut. You want a nice girl, right?”
“For God’s sake, I’m not a male slut. Is this your normal behavior training class? This must be illegal.” He looked about ready to storm out again, but Kate touched his arm and murmured something in his ear. A few beats passed, and finally, he gave a curt nod. He shot Kennedy one last glare, sat back down, and refocused on Kate.
“That was a close call,” Arilyn whispered.
“Yeah, but I think we got him now. He’s going to look at this as a challenge and refuse to lose.”
“So, what do you say, big boy? Wanna get out of here?”
Kennedy tried not to laugh at Kate’s slutty voice, and knew her friend was enjoying the hell out of her character. She usually played the sweet girl next door.
“Actually, you seem like a fascinating woman. I’d like to get to know you better first. Tell me about yourself.”
Kennedy grinned. Nice.
Kate did a little pout. “I guess we can talk for a few more minutes. Well, I’m a single mom, I work at Mugs, and I’m trying to put myself through school.”
“What are you studying?”
“Massage therapy.” She batted her eyelashes. “Want to be one of my practice clients?”
He didn’t bite this time. “I just read a study quoting an increased space in the market for massage therapists. There’s quite a demand lately. Experts are citing more people need careers with jobs at graduation, so that was a smart move.”
Kennedy puffed up with pride. Arilyn gave her a thumbs-up sign.
“It’s nice to have a man finally understand that. I want to be able to properly support my daughter.”
“How old is she?”
“Twelve. Super smart and beautiful. Hope she does better than her mom.”
Kate put a bitter twist into the words to see what reaction ensued.
Nate turned serious. “Seems to me you’re teaching her to stand up, be independent, and follow your passion. I’d be proud to have a mom like you.”
Emotion clogged Kennedy’s throat. Kate looked surprised, then a bit misty-eyed. She squeezed Nate’s hand. “Thank you. I really like you. Let’s go to my place so I can show you how much.”
“Okay.”
Kennedy closed her eyes. And pushed the button.
“Ow! What’d I do now?”
Kennedy shook her head in disappointment. “No sex, Nate. You spent a few minutes with her. Is that enough to tell you she’s worth a long-term dating relationship? Sex is serious business and not something to be handled lightly.”
He rubbed his neck and muttered something foul under his breath. “I liked her, okay! And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to have sex.”
Arilyn smiled with sympathy. “We understand. But at Kinnections, we try to guide clients to think of sex as a big turning point. We encourage steady dating and a monogamous relationship before sexual activity.”
Nate glowered at both of them. “Then you should’ve told me that so I know the damn rules.” He drained the rest of his drink. “Come on. Let’s do this.”
“Umm, I’m done with my part,” Kate said. “Arilyn, you’re next.”
Nate stared her down as she stepped up to the bar stool like he was a pitcher ready to strike out Babe Ruth. Kennedy wondered if this was a bad idea. He liked competition and enjoyed the win. He now viewed the buzzer as something to beat or die, and Arilyn was standing right in his way. Kate took Arilyn’s place next to Kennedy and shot her a worried look.
Arilyn turned her back and waited. She was about to introduce her client to the next female prototype: eager to commit, fall in love tonight, and live happily ever after. Nate leaned in.
“Hey. My name’s Nate. How are you?”
Arilyn shifted and gave him a huge smile. “Hi, Nate. I’m Wanda. It’s nice to meet you. What brings you out on a weeknight? Hard day at work? Do you live in the area? What do you do?”
She threw the questions out with deft ease, meant to keep a man’s mind in a tailspin. Nate fielded the questions and took his time answering. “I felt like unwinding with a drink tonight. I’m an aerospace engineer, and I just moved to Verily.”