the door and curled my fingers around the jamb. “Sorry, not sorry,” I called out playfully and grinned when I heard him chuckling as he picked up the phone to order our dinner.
When I exited the bathroom a full forty minutes later, I was rocking a black lace teddy and matching thong with my black satin kimono that had a badass colorful dragon design covering the entire back. Brilliant flowers covered the three-quarter sleeves and the waist tied with a huge red sash that double-wrapped around the body and then tied with a bow in back. It was cool and hot as hades. I thought about putting on heels but felt that would be a little too cliché. Instead, I dried my hair and left my face clean and moisturized. I’d shaved every inch of my body and lotioned up to the gills to ensure my skin was soft and smelling fantastic.
Jonah was sitting at a table that had been placed at the opposite end of the room with two chairs on each side. There were a pair of candlesticks on top and two silver domed heat covers over what I assumed was our dinner.
He stood and I was pleased to find he wore a pair of loose causal burgundy pajama pants and a white V-neck T-shirt. The shirt clung to the broad expanse of his chest and outlined the rigid abdominal muscles below.
I licked my lips, crossed my ankles, and leaned against the door jamb casually.
His gaze took in my body from top to toe before he grinned. “I see you got the casual dinner dress memo,” he said and then winked.
I chuckled, pushed off the door, and moseyed over to the table. He pulled out my seat and I sat, allowing him to help me get settled.
With a flourish, he removed the food covers. “For your dining pleasure this evening,” he said with a gentlemanly flair. “We have for the lady, filet mignon with a wild mushroom topping in a delicious wine sauce. Potatoes au gratin and seasonal veggies that are to die for, madam.” His lips twitched as he bowed, clicked his bare heels together, and failed in his attempt to hold onto his composure.
Me, however, I was eating it up. I loved this fun and silly side to Jonah. The man was often the most serious person in any room. To know he had this carefree side hiding under all that brawn, responsibility, and stoicism was awesome and definitely welcome.
“Why thank you, kind sir. This looks magnificent.” I used a knock off bad interpretation of someone who was rich, prim, and proper while lifting my empty wine glass. “If you’d be so kind as to fill my glass.”
“Absolutely, madam, it would be my pleasure.” Jonah grinned and filled up my glass and then his own before taking his seat. His tone changed the second he picked up his fork. “Damn, this looks good. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I caught a whiff.”
I lifted my wine. “Let’s toast.”
He lifted his. “What should we toast to?”
“Finding the bad guy and living our best lives.” I grinned wide.
“Now that I can drink to.” He tapped my glass with his and we both drank.
For a few minutes we both got down to eating quietly. I was as ravenous as he was. “Okay, so since this is technically only date number two, the first being Navy Pier, I suggest we quiz one another in order to fast track the getting to know you part.” Mostly because we were absolutely going to have sex tonight. There was no way I was letting this man leave without an orgasm or two.
Jonah burst out laughing and sat back against the chair. “I’m game. What do you want to know?” he prodded.
I chewed on a bite of perfectly cooked beef and tilted my head. “Tell me something you don’t like about yourself,” I asked and scooped up a flat cheesy potato before plopping it in my mouth.
“Going straight for the kill, eh?” The side of his mouth lifted in a small smirk.
I shrugged. “I mean, you can tell me your favorite book, song, and movie but that doesn’t really tell me much. Finding out something you don’t like about yourself, that says a lot about what you find important or not.”
He held up his fork and sucked in his bottom lip as though he were thinking about how to answer my question. I mostly just stared at the way his scruffy jaw