I exhaled in a rush and nodded. So many questions about this man had swirled in my head over the last few days, but now that I had the opportunity to ask them—I panicked and drew a blank. “I pass. You go first.”
A smile formed on his perfect lips. “Are you still a virgin?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes. Would you have slept with me if I hadn’t told you I had no idea what the app was for and that I was a virgin?”
His gaze was intense. “Absolutely. Why are you still a virgin? Is it a religious thing?”
I smiled. “You’re really hung up on my virginity, huh?”
He practically groaned. “It’s been difficult to think about much else for days.”
I took a moment to let his comment sink in. But after a few beats, Jagger tapped the side of his phone, reminding me of the rapidly disappearing seconds. “Right. Sorry. I’m still a virgin because of my ex. Brendan comes from a super-religious family. His father is a deacon, so he wanted to wait until marriage.” I paused. “At least that’s what he told me. A few months after we broke up, I walked in on him and my stepsister. So apparently, the issue was more that he didn’t want to have sex withmethan he didn’t want to have sex.”
Jagger’s eyes darkened. “The man is a moron.”
I smiled. “Thank you. He also looked like a jackrabbit on top of her, so at least it doesn’t seem like I missed out on much.”
He smiled. “Your turn.”
“Are you attracted to me?”
“Every time you walk into a room, I lose focus. I don’t remember ever feeling so attracted to someone.”
“Oh. Wow.” I felt my cheeks heat again.
He tilted his head. “And you?”
“You have a mirror, don’t you?”
“Is that your question?”
I shook my head. “No, definitely not. What are you into? Like, BDSM?”
“I’m more into the dominance and discipline aspect of sexual relationships than I am inflicting pain. But I do enjoy a good spanking when one is warranted.”
I shook my head, looking away.
Jagger smiled. “Have you ever been spanked, Ms. Holland?”
“No.” I glanced down at his phone just as the timer dipped under one minute. How could the time have gone so fast?
Fifty-nine.
Fifty-eight.
Fifty-seven.
My insides felt like a shaken bottle of champagne with the top about to pop off. “Have you ever slept with someone you work with?”
The muscle in his jaw tensed. “Yes.”
“Someone who worked for you?”
He held up his index finger and moved it from side to side. “That’s two questions. I believe it’s my turn.”
“Oh, right.”
“Are you still on the prowl, intent to lose your virginity?”
