Lorena watched me as I sat, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. "And what occasion is this, Jack?" she asked, her voice a dark purr.
I leaned back slightly, my fingers steepling in front of me. "The occasion of a beautiful woman agreeing to dine with me," I said, my tone dripping with charm. "I'd be a fool not to rise to it."
Her laugh was low, rich, the kind that made my pulse kick up. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she murmured, picking up the menu.
I didn't even glance at mine. "Order for me," I said, my voice casual but firm. "Whatever you're having, I'll have the same."
She raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking up to mine. "You trust my taste?"
I met her eyes, my smirk deepening. "Implicitly," I said, my voice dropping into something darker, more intimate. "I have a feeling you know exactly what you like, Lorena. And I'm eager to find out."
