Jane had gone through this process exactly once. Well, half of once, actually. It was hard to seduce someone while in a paper jumpsuit. You could zip it down to the waist and coyly peel it open, and it felt like you were offering a guy a couple of bran muffins out of a bakery bag. But once he’d started in on her with the toothpick analysis, she’d known that the only way to break him out of it was to knock him down and straddle him.