She laughed, a sound so sweet and musical he wanted to break out a book of knock-knock jokes just to hear her laugh again. “International terrorist. I like that. Much more exciting than my real profession.” She took a sip of wine and set her glass down. “I think I’m going to claim that as my job for the rest of the evening. Thank you for the idea.”
“Glad to aid with a positive career change.”
“I’m an international terrorist and espionage expert who invented a patented wiretap that doubles as a wineglass.”
“A winetap?”
“I see you’ve heard of it.” She leaned forward in her seat, and Adam caught sight of a flash of black lace down the front of her dress. “So how about you?”
“What about me?”
“What’s your fantasy job for the evening?”
“Hmmm. How about a chef?”
She smiled over the rim of her wineglass. “I think you can do better than that. Something sexier.”
“Sexier,” he repeated. He picked up his own glass, emboldened by the liquid and by the sound of that word coming from those perfect lips. “I’ll be a gigolo.”
“A gigolo?”
“A high-class gigolo. My client—an esteemed senator from California—was meeting me here this evening for a rendezvous, but she got cold feet when she saw the media camped outside waiting to do a big exposé.”
“I hate it when that happens.” Jenna reached for a piece of cheese. She chewed thoughtfully for a while, then took another sip of wine. “It’s just as well. As a terrorist spy, I would have been forced to report any illicit activity to the government, and the next thing you know, the senator’s face would be plastered all over CNN.”
“No, not CNN,” Adam said, keeping his eyes on her face as he unbuttoned his cuffs and began to roll up his shirtsleeves. “In addition to being a sought-after gigolo, I’m also a billionaire media mogul who owns most of the major news outlets around the world.”
“You don’t say.”
He nodded and picked up his glass again, taking a careful sip of wine as he forced himself to hold a serious expression. “Yep. CNN, NBC, ABC, CBS—they’re all mine.”
“BS?”
“That one, too. Also all the newspapers and magazines in the world. I write all the articles for most of them. Very tedious work.”
“Good job on last month’s Cosmo cover story on finding your G-spot with a golf club and a pair of stilettos.”
“Thanks. I initially planned it for Sports Illustrated, but we couldn’t get Arnold Palmer to wear the stilettos.”
“Maybe for next year’s swimsuit issue,” she said. “I just turned down the opportunity to pose for the cover, so I know they’re looking for someone.”
Adam snapped his fingers in mock recognition as his brain flashed on an image of Jenna in a bikini. “That’s right! I thought I recognized you as an international supermodel. I saw your GQ cover last month, and I really love that photo spread you did for the Journal of Mutation Research and Genetic Toxicology.”
“Shh!” she said, bringing a finger to her lips. “It’s part of my cover as an international terrorist. Don’t tell.”
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
She crossed her legs under the table again, and Adam tried not to stare. The supermodel thing wasn’t so off base. God, she had amazing legs. He wondered what her real profession was, then decided he’d rather not know. There was something to be said for the thrill of reinventing oneself. He sipped the last of his wine and signaled the waitress for another.
“This wine is really good,” he said. “Fruitier than I was expecting. Seems like something you’d drink with lasagna or spaghetti.”
“Good call.” She smiled over the rim of her own glass. “The grapes were actually grown in the Chianti region of Italy, and there are a lot of similarities between a good Sangiovese and a good Chianti Classico.”
“You also work as a sommelier when you’re not spying for the Russians and posing for Vogue?”
“No, I own ninety percent of the vineyards in the world. I stomp all the grapes myself.”
“No wonder you have such great legs.”
She grinned and sipped the last of her wine. The waitress paused at the table to ask if she wanted another glass, and Jenna nodded.
“Just half a glass, though.”
“A full glass for me, thank you,” Adam said. “I have to catch up.”
He turned back to Jenna, who was nibbling a piece of cheese. “Try the prosciutto. It’s really good.”