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Selena tried not to laugh, but it tinkered out of her with ease and turned into a sultry whimper. The elevator reached his loft, and the doors opened to his living area. With carefulness, Jordan removed himself from her canal, and they both groaned at the disjointing. Selena’s body went limp, and Jordan swooped her up into his arms then left the elevator.
“My roses and journal!” Selena squealed.
“No one will take them, trust me.”
She relaxed, knowing it was safe to forget about it for now. When her stomach growled, Selena covered her abdomen with her hand.
“You’ve worked me up an appetite, Mr. Rose.”
“What do you say we take a shower before going to dinner?”
“I’d say you’re attempting to make me cum until there are no orgasms left to be had.”
Rumbling laughter spilled from Jordan, and his smile widened with hearty pleasure.
“What if I promise not to touch you the entire time?”
“Then I’d call you a liar.”
Jordan’s rumbling laugh scoured from him again.
“Okay, we could take turns if that makes you feel any better.”
Selena wasn’t sure it would. Although her stomach was screaming for food, being away from Jordan for even a minute wasn’t ideal for her right now. But if they should ever make it to dine, she would have to stick to her guns and shower alone, just this time.
“Okay, me first.”
It only took them another two hours and Selena running away from Jordan when he managed to suck her toes into his mouth. Clearly, he was a foot man since the mere taste of her feet made him harder than a box of rocks. He was an animal, wanting to savor every part of Selena all over again, but she managed to fight him off, and now they were entering Chef Lin’s Italian restaurant arm in arm.
The hour had reached midnight, and the restaurant was open until three a.m. Even with the late-night time, the eatery was still heavy with patrons. No sooner than they stepped through the doors did curious eyes, whispers, and blatant stares turn their way.
“Mr. Rose!” A server who was too chipper for Selena’s taste scurried up to them. “Thank you for joining us tonight.” The server glanced at Selena as an afterthought. “Hello, table for two?”
“Yes,” Jordan said.
“Follow me.”
And they did, winding around tables some filled with people and their double dates and others with lone patrons. One lady sitting off in the corner appeared to be nursing a martini. Her face was turned down as if she had the blues. Selena didn’t know the nature of the woman’s turmoil, but she did feel sorry for her. Valentine’s Day was not the day to hit up your favorite restaurant alone. It would just remind you that everyone in Chicago was in love but you. Selena knew all too well about that feeling. She’d had plenty of them.
“Here’s your table,” the server chimed. “Would you like to order drinks while you look over the menu?”
“I’ll take a sweet tea,” Selena said as Jordan adjusted the chair underneath her.
“Coke,” Jordan stated, “and a shot of Brandy on the side.”
“I’ll return shortly with your drinks.”
The waitress skipped off, and Jordan claimed his seat.
“Have you eaten here before?” Selena asked.
“Yes. Would you like me to recommend something from their menu?”
“Actually, I’ve eaten here several times before myself, so I know the menu quite well.”
At the arch of his brow, Selena went on.
“You know a date or two.”