Jordan cleared his throat and lowered his eyes to follow the motion of her finger.
“I came straight from work. I’m a little...breathless.”
He lifted his gaze then and fixed it on her. “You’re wearing clingy dresses in your therapy sessions these days? For which client?”
She gave a throaty laugh. “Don’t be silly. I changed into my thong and dress in the bathroom before I drove over here.”
Jordan sucked in a breath. “You’re playing with me, aren’t you?”
Yes, she was enjoying turning the tables.
“I don’t know what’s put you in this mood—”
“Well, it’s been a while since we’ve had sex. Now that I’ve had a taste, I want more.”
He groaned, and she gave him a naughty smile.
Jordan thrust his crumpled napkin onto the table. “That’s it. Let’s go. I’ll leave a big tip for the wine we ordered and for the meal we didn’t.”
“But we haven’t had dinner.”
His gaze was hot on her face. “We’ll order in. After.”
“Jordan,” she murmured, “you look a little flushed. Are you hot?”
“Yeah, for you,” he growled back, waving away an approaching waiter. “Great invitation, by the way. I accept.”
She curved her lips and then shifted in her seat. She took a large swallow from her water glass to steady herself and then regarded him over the rim.
“Sera.” There was an edge to his voice. “We need to leave now. Otherwise I won’t be able to without—”
“Mmm. Wouldn’t want your teammates to see that, would we?”
“Exactly.”
“After all, you’re the one who’s supposed to make me melt.”
Jordan stilled and then groaned again. Except this time, the sound was self-deprecating.
Sera tilted her head and regarded him.
“I can explain.”
“I’m sure. I can’t wait to hear it.”
“Who told you? Dante?” he said on an exhale. “Sera, it was a ridiculous bet—”
“At my expense.”
“And a flippant remark—”
“To uphold the great and mighty Jordan Serenghetti reputation?”
“Damn it.”
“Amen.”
“Are you going to make me grovel?”