She walks through the door and his heart skips a beat. Turning heads in that dress from the window, the one he said she'd look stunning in. Those loose, cascading curls she knows he loves. Their eyes meet. Smoldering with seductive defiance, speaking without saying a word.

Want it? Come and get it.

Daring him to try. Daring herself to resist.

Challenge accepted.

She asked for it, begged to play the part. All to see the look on his face when she walked through that door. She's toying with him, but she asked for it and she's going to get it. All of it. He'll take it easy because he likes a fair fight and she doesn't stand a chance. She sits down at the bar. Game on.

"Hey there. How are you doing?"

"Fine, Barney. I mean...fine, stranger." Dissolving in a fit of giggles. He can't help but smile.

"Wow. You really are awful at this, aren't you?" Fingers trace a tingling trail. Caressing the soft, exposed skin. Higher. A little higher. Just a little higher. Because she asked for it.

"Get your hand off my thigh, Barney." Sweet and smooth, an octave too high. He's missing something.

"It's supposed to look like we're about to hook up, Robin."

"You know, I'm curious. What do you say to these girls to get them to come home with you?" The change in her voice betrays her. Low and even, soft and familiar. He understands now. She wants him.

She wants him, but she won't let herself go there. Because any girl who gets involved with a guy like him should know what she's getting into. She's not that kind of girl, but she begged for a chance to play the part. A beautiful stranger, a sweet, smooth voice, alone at the bar. Seduced by the man in the suit and the smile. That kind of girl, who knows and just doesn't care.

The crash of shattering illusions. He can hear it in the fall of her voice. She can't tell he wants her too. It's just supposed to look that way.

"Usually, I just lean in and whisper this one thing in their ear." Disbelief in those blue eyes. She's not playing anymore, but he still is. Warm, wet words. Scotch and cigarettes and his cologne. Because she asked for it and she's going to get it. All of it. She's not that kind of girl, but it's not that kind of game. Not anymore.

Someday, she'll realize. He just has to wait for it.