A Wicked Game(13)

Jack shook his hand. “Aiden, it’s great to see you too.”

Aiden turned to Tori. “Welcome to my Mediterranean Cuisine Heaven.” He gestured with open arms.

Tori smiled. “It’s beautiful and it smells delicious.”

Aiden chuckled. “Oh, I think I love you. Come on, follow me.” He guided them through the patio to a private dining area away from the crowd. He waved his hand, motioning for them to walk into a medium-size room of white walls and azure-blue décor. Plants were strategically positioned to give the room an open-air atmosphere with their vibrant green color.

She glanced up and smiled, taking a deep breath, welcoming the warm soft breeze rushing through the open-ceiling room.

“I’ll leave you two to get comfortable. A waiter will be with you in a minute.” Aiden looked from Tori to Jack then left.

Tori walked in a circle where she stood. “This is beautiful.”

Jack grinned and advanced on her. “I’m glad you like it.” He circled his arms around her waist and brought her to him.

She sucked in her breath, looking at him. The warmth of his strong arms on her did wicked things to her body. Things Tori didn’t want to feel but couldn’t do anything not to. His searing gaze made her hot and thirsty for him. Her gaze lingered on his full lips.

He leaned forward and kissed her. She parted her lips slightly, sucking his lower lip into her mouth as he did the same with her upper one. His kiss was sweet with longing. Tori slipped a hand up to his shoulder and held on for support. If Jack continued kissing her like that, her knees would give away soon. She didn’t want the kiss to end. Her insides became soft with need and heat built everywhere.

Jack palmed her ass and gave her cheeks a squeeze. He broke the kiss and whispered, “Let’s eat.” He led her to a round table in the middle of the room and pulled the chair out for her, then sat on the chair next to her.

The waiter walked in with a bottle of wine. Another followed and set a tray filled with an assortment of Mediterranean appetizers in the middle of the table. Minutes later, Tori found herself alone again with the man… the man confusing her otherwise organized thoughts.

“Cheers,” Jack said.

“Cheers.” She took a sip from her wine. “How did you find me?”

He set his glass on the table and eased back in his seat. “Easy.”

“All right. Why did you want to find me?” Tori placed her glass next to her plate and served herself a Spanakopita.

He shrugged. “Why, to settle the score. End this stupid game.”

Tori took a small bite of her appetizer. “I didn’t think we were playing a game.” She glanced his way.

He grabbed a Greek salad skewer. “You started it, remember?” He popped a cherry tomato into his mouth.

She licked her lips and took a drink of her wine. “So, we’re back in college.”

“No, we’re not. I don’t want to play anymore. This is one game I never wanted to play.” Jack tipped his wine glass her way, then took a drink. “Tell you what. Let’s leave the past in the past, all right? I know you work at a magazine—what do you do there?”

She considered his words. Would this dinner finally end it? “I’m an Executive Director, a fancy title for an editor. I approve the photography used in each of our fashion magazine’s monthly issues.”

He speared a perfect square of feta cheese and half an olive. “It sounds like a fun job.”

“It is. How about you?” Tori helped herself to a lamb meatball and cucumber yogurt sauce.

“I’m the Technology Chief of Staff for a finance company.” Jack stared at her. “But you already knew that.”

Tori almost choked on her food, trying to suppress a giggle. Yeah, she did know. She’d learned where he worked and what he did based on everything she’d found in his wallet. He should’ve known better not to carry more than the minimum necessary personal information around. Tori reached for her wine.

“You think your latest prank was funny, don’t you?” Jack placed his hand over hers, leaning forward. “You got something here,” he said, licking the corner of her mouth.

She gasped, parting her lips. The warmth of his cheek brushed hers. Tori cast her gaze down, waiting to see if he’d kiss her. Instead, his hand slipped under her dress and stroked the inside of her thigh until he reached her core. He traced her pussy through the soft fabric of her thong.

“What are you doing?” she whispered against his cheek.

“No one can see us. In case you forgot, we’re in a private dining room. There’s just you and me here.” His fingers slipped inside her thong and flicked her bud before plunging into her.