“You’re just dating then?”
“Well, no.” She frowned. “Yes. At least I was. I’m sure we’ll see each other again when I get back to New York.”
“Naked?” he asked.
She gasped. “What?”
“Will you see each other naked? It’s a simple question.”
“That’s none of your business,” she replied.
“Well, it is. I don’t want to cause any problems between you and your man.”
“He’s not my man. I don’t have a man,” Jordan said. “I’m single and that’s all I have to say about it.”
“You sound a wee bit prickly there,” he said. “Did I touch on a sore subject?”
“You’re awfully nosy for someone I’ve just met.”
“Curious,” he said. “That’s a better word for it. So, now it’s your turn. Ask me anything you like. Anything at all.”
He picked up a slice of bacon and bit off the end, then waited for her to come up with an appropriate question. But she seemed to struggle. “You want to know whether I can be discreet,” he finally said. “You want to know that, if we indulge, it won’t blow up in your face. And you really want to know what I look like naked.”
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