The Billionaire's Revenge (The Blank Check #6) - Jeannette Winter Page 0,27

It was brief, yet her lips tingled with the promise of more. Her eyes fluttered open to find him still only inches away.

“Are you going to suggest I don’t do that again?” he asked.

She shook her head and leaned closer. “Actually, the opposite.”

This time his kiss was full of passion, and it built a need within her that she couldn’t ignore. The attraction she’d felt for him obviously was reciprocated. It wasn’t a forceful kiss. Instead she found it light and playful as his tongue teased her lips and she opened to him. Their tongues explored and she raised her hand and clung to his lapel, gently pulling him closer.

Gianna didn’t want this to end, but slowly she felt him pulling away. The limo had come to a stop, but the desire built up inside her, hadn’t. He made her feel alive and she yearned for so much more.

She cleared her throat, “That was—”

In a deep, husky voice Jordan said, “Something I couldn’t resist any longer.”

“You know we really shouldn’t have,” she said.

“Don’t talk to me about the rules again,” he said.

She smiled up at him. “No. I was going to say, we should’ve saved that for dessert. I believe we’ve arrived at the restaurant.”

He never stopped looking down at her and she could get lost in those dark eyes of his. It was like looking at the reflection of her own desire.

“If I hadn’t promised you dinner tonight, I’d be tempted to suggest we skip it,” he said.

Jordan didn’t wait for her answer and stepped out of the limo. That gave her a second to compose herself and regain control. But he extended his hand to help her out. Instantly she felt the spark between them. There was something there, and she couldn’t pretend it didn’t exist. Right or wrong, she and Jordan wanted each other. Even if the waitress spilled a pitcher of ice-cold water on them, she didn’t think it would put out the hot embers burning deep down inside.

And this is why I should’ve said no to dinner.

It was all too late now. She could try denying whatever she wanted, but Jordan already knew the truth. This meant she needed to somehow tell him about Marvin’s plan years ago. No way could she move forward with him unless that was settled first. And since it was her bright idea to promise not to talk about Marvin tonight, that made it all the more challenging.

Gianna had to admit Jordan knew how to pick a restaurant. This wasn’t a fancy joint at all. It was family owned and run and they seemed to love Jordan there.

“How did you find this place?” she asked. “The food is amazing.”

“It’s a long story,” he said.

“Well there’s a lot of food on our plates, so I don’t think we’re leaving any time soon,” she stated. “Besides, I haven’t watched the weather report, so we need something to talk about,” she joked.

“Good point. My oldest brother Charles is best-friends with the owner’s son Salvatore. And then my youngest brother Dylan married Sal’s sister Sofia. As you can see, the Lawson’s are very fond of this place. But don’t think that’s why we’re getting treated like family. The Marciano’s treat everyone like this.”

She highly doubted that. The owner came over to check on them for the third time. “Do you have enough to eat? Want more?”

“No thank you, Mama. I’m going to burst as it is,” Jordan said.

“Young lovers burn it off quickly. Besides, who wants to snuggle up to a bag of bones?” Mama smiled and then winked at Gianna.

“We’re not…” Gianna started.

Jordan said, “We’re just socializing.”

Gianna rolled her eyes. Why on earth did she ever use that word? He was enjoying taunting her with it every chance he got. She was going to get even with him for that. She just wasn’t sure how yet. Then she smiled a wicked grin.

“Mama, don’t you think Jordan would look good in a pink shirt instead of blue?” Gianna asked.

Mama eyed him and then nodded. “I think so. But I would say purple. Goes with his eyes.”

Ha. Told you.

“I’m not wearing pink or purple. What’s wrong with blue?” he asked.

Gianna and mama said in unison, “Boring.”

Jordan looked at them both and then raised his hands. “Fine. Gianna, I expect you to be meeting me downtown for lunch tomorrow.”

“Why?” she asked.

“I’m not doing this shopping trip on my own,” he stated.

She was going to have to alter an appointment, but she wasn’t passing up on this