Of course not, she's fired up

Zoe smirked, her eyes flashing defiantly. "I know what I'm doing," she said, maybe a little bit louder than she wanted. She went back to manning the merchandise booth and noticed a tall lanky fan just waiting for their exchange to end.

She couldn't deny the truth in his words; once she started baring her soul—and more—to eager fans, it would become increasingly difficult to stop. But Zoe didn't want to stop. Not yet. Not while she still felt the fire burning bright within her.

She decided to take things a step further. She leaned in close to the fan, her lips brushing against his ear and her bare breasts pressed into his arm . "You know," she whispered, her voice low and seductive, "Jake is a great guy but he is sometimes too restrictive. I might just show a little more if he reacts like that."

The fan's eyes widened, his heart pounding against his chest. He knew that he was being teased, that Zoe was playing with his emotions.

"So," Zoe said, her voice low and seductive. "Are you ready to make a purchase?"

The fan nodded, his eyes locked onto Zoe's. "Yes," he said, his voice quivering slightly. "I'd like to buy your shorts."

Zoe's eyes widened, her heart pounding against her chest. she asked, her voice hushed and seductive.

The fan nodded, his eyes locked onto Zoe's. "Yes," he said, his voice quivering slightly. "I'd really like to have them."