"Shall we order in? Chinese? Pizza? Thai food?"
Jamie sat on the arm of the sofa, crossing her legs to reveal their shapely length.
Zero reaction.
"Chinese is fine."
Lance nodded, pulled up an app on his phone and found a restaurant nearby to order from. "You want Chow Mein?"
Jamie sat still, answering his questions, wondering when he would bother to look at her.
When the order was finally placed, Lance slid the phone into his pocket and looked up. Jamie plastered on a sultry smile, pushing her shoulders back to accentuate her chest.
"It will be about 30 minutes," her fiancé said, then walked around her to settle himself on the couch.
Jamie was beginning to wonder if she'd engaged herself to a eunuch. "Shall we watch a movie?" he asked, bringing up her streaming service and starting to scroll through the options.
They settled on a drama about one of the first manned space flights. Jamie sat down next to him, hoping he would put an arm around her. Instead, he scooted over to give her more space.
Strike Two. What do I have to do to get his attention? Shoot myself into space?
It wasn't long before the food showed up, and they ate out of little white boxes in front of the television. Jamie found she wasn't very interested in the movie or the noodles, and soon set her box aside. After Lance had finished his portion, he dug into hers, slowly slurping up noodles while he watched the space drama with little snide comments and inappropriate laughter.
"As if these movie guys know anything about space," he said, more than once. Jamie had to concentrate hard not to roll her eyes.
Finally, the credits started rolling across the screen, and Lance stretched his arms, giving out a big yawn. "Well I enjoyed that," he said, moving to stand.
"Wait," she said, tugging on his jacket. "Don't leave yet. We barely spend any time together."
Lance let out a heavy breath. "I have an early meeting in the morning."
Jamie put on her prettiest pout. "Please. I don't want to be alone."
Lance sat back down, and Jamie scooted close, deciding to go on the offensive. She slid a hand under his jacket and across his button-up shirt. "Why don't you make yourself a little more comfortable?"
Lance gave her a smile, then bent down to kick off his shoes. "That feels good," he said, leaning back again to pick up the remote and beginning scrolling through movies again. "What shall we watch next?"
Jamie wanted to scowl, wondering if a neon flashing arrow that said "Sex Here" would work any better. "Let me see."
She took the remote from him and tried to find anything steamy that might get him in the mood. She settled on a French film, knowing the French were notorious for nudity, and then placed his arm over her shoulders while she snuggled in.
When the figures on the screen started kissing, Jamie slid her hand back under his jacket to caress his chest. "Wouldn't you be more relaxed without this silly suit on?" she purred, unbuttoning one of his buttons.
"If it will make you happy," he said, giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose, then shifting to take off his suit jacket.
"That's better," she murmured, then proceeded to unbutton another button and slide her hand into his shirt. Where it encountered an undershirt.
Jesus, this guy is harder to break into than Fort Knox. However, Jamie was determined not to give up. She moved her hand in circles over his undershirt, being sure to graze his nipples as she did so.
There was no response from her fiancé. Nothing. He sat there watching the movie and letting her touch him, but did nothing to show he enjoyed it.
The actors began making passionate love, and Jamie turned things up a notch, starting to kiss Lance's neck. She nuzzled his ear, then spoke with a breathy tone into his ear. "You smell good."
"Mmhm," he said, his attention not wavering from the screen.
Shit. It's pedal to the metal time.Jamie went up on her knees, then straddled her fiancé, putting her arms around his neck and moving in to kiss him.
Lance shifted away, his eyes widening. "Jamie, what are you doing?"
