I’m on my third.
She picks it up, turns slow, and looks right at me. Her bottom lip rolls between her teeth as she lifts her glass, her eyes flicking to the liquid then back to me. She smiles right before she takes a sip, eyes peering at me over the rim.
My stomach drops.
Holy shit.
She wants me.
This is intentional. She’s practically asking for it. Hell, she’sbeggingfor it.
That’s the thing about Jordan.
She’s always played the role of the perfect Greek daughter. Classy. Controlled. Poised.
But underneath all that? She’s wild. Adventurous. And in bed, she’s a goddamn threat in the best way. A queen. A sex goddess. She craves surrender. For someone else to take the reins and control the outcome. Not out of weakness, but because she knows she can’t win every battle. Sometimes, she just needs permission to let go.
And I’m the only man she’s ever trusted enough to do that with.
Richard never looked like he knew what to do with her. Not the way I do.
She was always the one touching him, hanging on and trying to pull his attention back to her.
She hates that.
She needs to feel wanted. Lusted after. Seen. Sexy. Desired.
I’m only half-listening to Joel. Enough to nod along and answer appropriately. But the distraction is there. Her gaze. The whiskey.
“It’s a shame Leo had to pass on this deal,” Joel says. “How many kids does he have now?”
“Two,” I reply. “And another on the way.”
Joel chuckles. “Really?” He shakes his head. “Can’t imagine passing up these kinds of opportunities to have more kids.”
I smile politely. “It’s not something I can relate to, but I get it. He loves being a dad.”
My eyes wander to Jordan again. She sees me, smirks, and tips the glass back, emptying it in one large swig.
Fuck.
Joel says something. I don’t hear it.
“Will you excuse me, Joel? My wife is asking for me.”
“Sure, mate. If the wife calls…”
I’m walking away before he finishes, my gaze fixed on Jordan.
She leans back against the bar, sexy, flirty, confident as hell.
She doesn’t even realize I’m about to wreck her world.
Or maybe she does.
I don’t know which thought gets me harder. But my cock is threatening to expose every dirty thought I’m having.
I stop just short of her. “Whiskey?” My voice drops. “That’s a bold move.”
