His Five Favorite Lines by Gina Gordon Page A

at a time.
    “Next, please.” The singsong voice carried from the counter.
    Becca snapped out of her trance and pushed past him. He followed and mumbled their order. “Grande, bold, and a Grande vanilla extrahot latte.”
    She looked up at him, curiosity swirling in her eyes.
    “It’s hard not to know what people drink when you hear it shouted across the room every morning.”
    She nodded, a simple gesture of her appreciation.
    When they were ready, drinks in hand, Jordan led Becca out the side door into the dimly lit office building. After a few steps, she stopped abruptly and turned to him. “I didn’t even know your name.”
    “You know it now.” He ran his finger down her shoulder, the knit fabric of her gray sweater soft against his skin.
    She didn’t have to speak; he could see it all in her eyes. Desire. Confusion.
    Embarrassment. Oh, but she had nothing to be embarrassed about.
    “I admit it.” She threw one hand in the air. “I wanted it badly.” She shot him a pleading look and he knew just what she meant. He felt exactly the same at this very moment. “I was so horny that I couldn’t even think straight. I just...needed it.”
    “So you would have fucked anyone in that elevator?” Jealousy wiggled its way into his thoughts.
    “No!” She was quick to respond.
    Jordan had no idea the thought made him so tense until his body eased with her quick correction.
    “Being with you in that elevator... I couldn’t have...” She lowered her eyes.
    “I’m glad you made that move.”
    There was no reason for her to be shy. He liked that she had been so open and vocal about her fantasies when they were in the elevator. She had admitted during their tryst that she’d thought of him, of his cock. But thinking back, she only let go after he had made the first move. And it was the best move he ever made.
    Becca slid her hand up his chest and cupped his shoulder, her eyes searching for something.
    Reassurance?
    Understanding? As if she needed him to understand why she had sex with a stranger in an elevator.
    “I needed to feel something other than fear and panic. The space was closing in on me. I couldn’t breathe and then you...persuaded me.”
    “What can I do?” Jordan pleaded.
    His stomach leaped in his throat. This time, it was he who needed it, wanted it so badly he could taste it. It didn’t help that he had tasted it. “What, do I need to do to persuade you again?”
    She shook her head. “There’s nothing you can say or do.” She backed away and clutched her paper cup close to her chest.
    “Do we need to start over?” He held out his hand. “I’m Mr. Right. Someone told me you were looking for me.”
    A short laugh burst from her mouth.
    “That is one cheesy pickup line.” He knew she loved it. For the first time in the conversation she flashed him a genuine smile and it lit up everything around them.
    “I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”
    “Thank goodness being trapped in an elevator was your opener, because that l i ne never would have worked on me.”
    She shifted her weight onto her other foot.
    “Actually, I’m pretty sure that Mr. Sexy would have been demoted to Mr. Cheesy.”
    “I’m positive I can get you to cave.”
    “You’re that confident?” she questioned, flashing that sexy little smirk he loved so much.
    “I’ll get you to cave.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I like a good challenge.”

Chapter Two
Tuesday
    Jordan sat in one of the wing-back chairs and stared at Becca from across the coffee shop. She tapped her finger against her wallet as she waited in line, completely oblivious to his concentrated gaze.
    Since the ice had been broken, he guessed she was comfortable going back to her regular schedule—and she was right on time. Jordan hoped this was her subtle way of letting him know she was into his advances. Despite her verbal shoot-down, her actions were loud and clear.
    Just as she grabbed her drink off the counter, Jordan