“Amazing. You want some?”
He nods, and I twirl the noodles on my fork before holding it out to him. Instead of taking the fork, though, he parts his lips, holds my eyes, and eats the pasta right off my fork.
How is this so familiar and comfortable and yet so intensely hot at the same time?
“Good?” I ask, my voice sounding strange and tight.
“Fucking excellent,” he says, holding my eyes like he wants more.
CHAPTER 56
JORDAN
When the check arrives,Tate nudges my hand out of the way.
“Tate.” I give him a look. “You have to split it with me.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Do I, now?” he asks in a low, knowing way, and shivers run down my back.
Before I can recover, he hands his personal credit card to the server and pays.
On the walk back to the hotel, I tuck my arms around myself, goosebumps scattering over my skin in the cold March evening.
Tate frowns down at me and pulls his suit jacket off. “I should have made you get your coat before we left.”
“It’s fine.”
He drapes his jacket around me anyway, and his sharp, clean scent drifts up my nose. God, he smells amazing.
“Jordan.”
“What?” I look up at him to see him giving me a raised-eyebrows, teasing look.
“When someone does something nice for you . . .” he starts, smiling.
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling, too. Another thrum of heat twinges between my legs. I need to get away from this guy.
“Thank you,” I say.
“You’re very welcome.” He tucks his hands in his pockets, seeming pleased.
He paid for dinner, and now I’m wearing his jacket. I know it’s not a date, despite what those traitorous, scheming jerks were aiming for, but it feels a lot like one.
“I’ll walk you to your room,” he says in the hotel lobby, and I don’t bother arguing.
In the elevator up, we’re quiet, sliding glances at each other and studying each other in the reflection from the mirrors.
“Do your feet hurt?” he asks, glancing at my heels.
“Nope.”
He makes a thoughtful noise. “What’s it like, being able to reach the buttons?”
I turn to give him my best death eyes. “Was that another short joke?”
His mouth twitches but he doesn’t look at me. “It wasn’t a joke. It was an honest question.”
I shake my head, turning forward, but I’m smiling. “Shut up. Just shut up.”
