Field of Pleasure by Farrah Rochon Page B

hungry? I’m buying you lunch, remember?”
    â€œWill it involve you slipping your fingers into my mouth?” he asked with a decadent grin.
    Chyna’s stomach instantly clenched with need, and a sudden throb starting humming between her thighs.
    â€œThey do sell some of the best French fries you’ll ever taste,” she answered, surprised by the huskiness in her tone.
    â€œIf they’re coming from your fingers, then I have no doubt.”
    Oh, but this one was dangerous. The man had more sexual magnetism in his left pinky than the last three guys she’d dated combined. The fact that the last date she’d been on before Jared had been well over a year ago made the situation even more perilous. If she wasn’t careful Chyna knew she would get way more than she’d bargained for when she agreed to kicking back and having a little fun. The look in Jared’s eyes promised way more than just a little fun.
    Chyna gave Summer’s leash a tug and they headed toward the corner of the park at Twenty-third Street and Madison Avenue, where the Shake Shack, a popular burger stand, was located.
    â€œHow’d the paper writing go last night?” Jared asked, retrieving the sunshades he’d hooked over the collar of his shirt and placing them on his eyes.
    â€œI stayed up way too late finishing the first draft, which is why I’ll probably fall asleep in the middle of eating my hamburger.”
    â€œI remember those days.” Jared laughed. “The worst was philosophy. I hated that class.”
    â€œI wouldn’t think philosophy would be popular with football players,” Chyna remarked.
    â€œIt wasn’t, but I was a political science major. It was required.”
    â€œPolitical science? What did you plan to do with that?”
    â€œLaw school,” he answered nonchalantly.
    Chyna nearly stumbled. “Ooo-kay, I so wasn’t expecting that.”
    â€œNot typical of your average football player?” he asked with a grin. “I know, but I come from a family of high achievers. It’s what was expected of me.”
    â€œDon’t tell me the multimillionaire football player is the underachiever in the family?” she scoffed.
    He chuckled. “Money-wise, I’m winning the race,” he said. Then he shrugged again. “My dad’s a navy doctor and my younger sister married a navy doctor. They’re stationed in Japan. In fact, my mom is there right now.”
    â€œWhat does your sister do?”
    â€œShe’s working on her Ph.D. in…wait for it…philosophy.”
    â€œOuch!” Chyna laughed. “And you couldn’t even get into law school. The shame.”
    He ran a hand over his close-cut hair. “I actually got into a few, but I decided football would be more fun. Is that the line?” Jared pointed to the procession of people snaking around the southeast corner of the park.
    â€œThat would be it,” Chyna confirmed. “This is typical of a Sunday afternoon. The Shake Shack is known for their burgers, fries and shakes.”
    â€œHow come I’ve never heard of this place? Looks like everyone else in New York has.”
    â€œWell, their wine list isn’t very extensive,” she teased.
    He halted his steps. “Will I ever live down that bottle of wine?”
    â€œNot anytime soon,” Chyna said with a breezy laugh.
    They made their way to the back of the line, but then Chyna was immediately treated to one of the perks of being in the company of a celebrity. People began giving up their spot in line as soon as they recognized Jared. Moments later, a teen in a turquoise Shake Shack T-shirt greeted them and escorted them to one of the tables under the towering trees of Madison Square Park.
    â€œIt’s so exciting to have you here.” The girl beamed. “What would you like to order? It’s on the house.”
    Chyna was stunned, yet Jared carried on as if this