Born to Be Wilde

of the guys making lewd remarks and crude advances toward me, because being a slut and all, they were sure I'd have sex with them, too,' she went on, and paced the small area across from where he stood. 'They were pigs, all of them, and especially Tim, and I swore I'd never, ever, let any boy take advantage of my daughter that way.'

'Not all guys are that way, Sydney,' he said gently. He wasn't like that, but despite his numerous attempts to prove that to her, she didn't want to believe that, either.

She released a scoffing laugh. 'Tim might have been the first one to take one look at my big breasts and curvy body and decide that he wanted to screw me, but it's been that way ever since. Guys only want one thing from me, and I've learned to deal with that in my own way, but my daughter is not going to be in that situation if I can help it!'

He moved across the small office, until he was close enough to feel the agitation radiating off of her. 'So, what, you're going to put Cassie in a chastity belt until she's of age?'

She glared at him. 'That is so not funny.'

'You're right, and I'm sorry.' He released a sigh of breath and gave it another shot. 'I guess I see all this from a different perspective, along with my experience of being around hormonal sex-crazed teenagers all day long. The thing is, sooner or later, sex happens, Sydney. But to your credit, you've raised a really smart girl with a good head on her shoulders.'

Sydney wasn't the least bit swayed by his point of view of the situation. 'Yeah, well, that's not going to keep some boy from getting into her pants, now is it?'

'No, but neither is forbidding her from seeing or dating some boy, which will only force her to sneak behind your back to do it,' he argued. 'You just have to trust that when she's put into that kind of sexual situation, she's going to make the right decision and be smart about it.' Reaching out, he caressed his fingers along her smooth cheek and softened his tone as he continued. 'Besides, Cassie has one thing going in her favor that you didn't at her age. She has a loving and caring mother. There's no reason for her to go looking for those things, or to be swayed by a boy's declaration of love. Not if she doesn't want to be.'

She jerked away from his touch, a hint of desperation shining through the fierce facade she was attempting to cling to. 'You just don't get it, Daniel.'

Ahhh, the evasive 'you just don't get it' dictum, which, in Sydney's case, meant just the opposite. He was getting too close and too personal, and while she was doing her best to erect emotional walls between them, he was more than prepared to tear them all down. One by one, if need be.

'I get it more than you realize,' he said, taking a more direct approach. 'In fact, I get that this is more about you than it is about Cassie.'

An impatient sound escaped her. 'What the hell are you talking about?'

He shrugged. 'It's about you and your past and how you've lived your life.'

'How I've lived my life?' she repeated, brows raised incredulously. 'Please, do tell me what you think you know.'

If she wanted to play that kind of hardball, then he was game, and he didn't hesitate to step up to the plate. 'I think that as a result of what happened with Tim and those other boys who thought you were easy, you decided to use sex to your own advantage, and as a way to keep any guy from getting too close. Sex is pleasurable and easy, and if you keep it all about the physical, it keeps you in control and there's no threat to your emotions. How am I doing so far, sweetheart?'

'Not very well,' she lied. 'You're way off base.'

'Really?' he drawled lazily. 'Then what have you been doing with me for the past few weeks? You've been trying to use sex to scratch whatever itch you think you might have, and you've been annoyed as hell that I haven't given in to your numerous attempts at seduction and screwed you, like every other guy that's come before me. That would have been ideal for you, wouldn't it have been?'

She jabbed him in the chest with a finger. 'You are so full of shit.'

He laughed, but the sound lacked any true humor. 'Personally, I think I'm hitting way too close to the truth, and you don't like what you're hearing.'

'Go to hell, Daniel.' Her nostrils flared, as did her temper. 'In fact, while we're at it, why don't we just put an end to this thing between us, right here and now.'

That didn't surprise Daniel one bit. It was an easy way out, and she was taking it. 'Just in case you didn't know, because you haven't had all that much experience with them, it's called a relationship, Syd.'

She waved a hand between them and adopted an I-don't-give-a-damn attitude. 'Yeah, whatever you want to call it, it's not going anywhere.'

Oh, but it was, or else she wouldn't be scrambling to end things. 'It's just not going where you want it to go. Isn't that what you mean?'

She glanced away and rubbed at her forehead with her fingers. He knew he was putting her through an emotional wringer, but it was necessary if they were going to have any chance at a future together, and he wanted that with her more than anything.

Finally, she looked back at him, her fortitude back in place. 'The truth of the matter is that a relationship between us would never work. We're just too different, Daniel.'

No way was he letting her off with such a simple, unexplained statement. 'How so?' he persisted.

She clearly wasn't happy that he was pushing the issue, but to her credit she didn't brash off his question. 'Look at you, and look at me. Compare your childhood to the one I just told you about. Compare my heroin addict mother and my father who was a nameless John, to your wealthy family who no doubt cares about those things,' she said critically. 'Your parents would take one look at me, and once they found out I had a daughter at the age of fourteen out of wedlock, and that I own a bar where I dance on the countertops to entertain the customers and help sell more alcohol, they'd probably disown you for being involved with someone like me.'

Disowning him would be a bit extreme, but unfortunately, he knew his parents had a tendency to judge people. 'I don't give a shit what my parents think of you.'

'Well, you should,' she said, her gaze bright with conviction. 'They no doubt expect someone better for you. Someone who is sweet and refined and loves going to Sunday brunch with the family and would be satisfied to be a stay at home mother and wife.'

All the things she believed she wasn't. 'My parents do expect a lot from me, but I've never bended to their expectations and I don't intend to now,' he stated firmly. 'If that were the case, I'd be a doctor, not a math teacher, and I would have married the sweet, refined debutante my mother set me up with when I was twenty. This is my life, not theirs, and I don't need their permission to date you, or anyone else.'

She suddenly looked tired and weary, but she didn't back down from her own personal fight. 'Let me set you straight, Daniel. I'm the kind of woman that men fuck, not the kind that they take home to meet their family or marry.'

He met and held her dark gaze. 'I disagree.'

'Well, then it's time for you to pull your head out of the clouds and face the reality of who and what I am.' Her expression hardened, grew cool and defiant and relentless in her quest to make him understand. 'I was a stripper in a gentlemen's club for years, because the tips were outstanding and it helped me to survive and take care of Cassie. Men paid me damn good money for the illusion of sex, no big surprise there,' she added wryly. 'But do you know how I got the business loan to open up my own bar? The guy at the bank struck a deal with me. Sex in exchange for him pushing my loan application through. So, I slept with him to get what I wanted. Not exactly what a good girl would do, now is it?'

Knowing that she was baiting him, he didn't bother to answer the theoretical question.

'And like every other guy who's come before you, that's all this thing between us is about. Sex. Except you won't give me what I want.'

A slight, mocking smile curved the corner of his mouth. 'Yeah, imagine that.'

Her annoyance spilled over into a deeper, darker resentment. 'There's only one thing I want from you, Daniel, so don't make this affair into something more than it is. In fact, since you won't give me what I want, get the hell out of my bar and don't come back.' She turned away and started back toward her desk.

Oh, she'd like that, and her pretense of indifference pissed him off more than anything else, because he knew