Page 30 of Making Over Maris

Because after all, he was astoundingly hot.

Yes. She would. She would seduce Jack Maris and give him the night of his nerdy little life.

It was time to kick this date into high gear.

So when their waiter brought her dessert in and set it down in front of her with a flourish, she asked for a second fork.

“Why do you need another fork?” Jack asked after the exceedingly attentive waiter scampered off. Seriously. When she ate out she usually had to wave her napkin and bellow to get service. It must be Jack. He exuded…something tonight. Something that demanded attention.

He certainly demanded her attention.

She stroked his instep with her toe. “We’re going to share this.”

He blanched. “S-share it?”

“Mmm hmm.” She stuck her fork into the pastry and murmured as it crumbled. Then she brought a bite to her mouth. His attention was locked on her. Every movement. Every breath. His Adam’s apple bobbed as she parted her lips and slowly slipped the fork inside. When she drew it out, even more slowly, he gulped.

She repeated the action but this time put the fork to his lips. His nostrils flared as he took in the cake. He seemed to have trouble swallowing.

Probably because he forgot to chew.

“Good?” she asked in a purr.

“Very good.” He took a sip of her espresso. “Although I don’t see why we need another fork.”

She narrowed her eyes and nearly hissed at him, so great was her annoyance. Here she was, trying to create a steamy, sexy mood between them, to hand-feed him a luscious dessert, and then he went and ruined it with some stupid logical comment.

But then he scooted closer and whispered, “Because it’s so much more fun to share the same one.”

And all her annoyance evaporated.