She stood before Jack in outfit number one; a black business dress that hit just past her knees with a matching blazer. She wanted the full effect and so she even put on the nude pantyhose and black heels she would wear with it.
“What do you think?” she asked, trying to look casual and relaxed in her posture.
“I think you look sexy as hell,” Jack told her with a wink. He had shed his bar t-shirt and was lying on Adrianna’s bed, shirtless with one hand propping his head up. Absentmindedly, he moved his other hand across his bare chest and thought about what he’d like to do to Adrianna in that outfit.
“Jack!” Adrianna whined. “You aren’t helping. I don’t want to look sexy, I want to look professional.”
Exasperated, she shed her clothes and then dressed in outfit number two; a grey pencil skirt with a white, button-down, oxford blouse.
“Well?”
“Ugh,” Jack groaned. “Even sexier.”
Annoyed, Adrianna actually stomped her foot. “You’re useless!” She knew Jack was trying to be cute but she really was nervous about the interview and he wasn’t making things any easier.
Jack laughed and sat up on the bed, reaching for Adrianna’s hand and pulling her to stand between his legs. “I’m sorry,” he grinned, placing his hands gently at her hips. “You’d look sexy in a potato sack. You go to work wearing clothes like that and I’m going to have a hard time letting you leave in the morning.”
With a shake of her head, Adrianna replied, “Well, if it’s any consolation, if I get this job I probably won’t be wearing outfits like this?”
She still hadn’t clued Jack in to what the job was and he tried not to pester her too much about it, but he was getting impatient.
“Oh?” he asked. “What will you be wearing?”
“I’m not sure,” Adrianna confessed, thinking on her answer. “Maybe scrubs?”
Groaning again, Jack closed his eyes and let his head fall against Adrianna’s stomach. “Scrubs?” he moaned.
“Do not tell me you think scrubs are sexy!” Adrianna fisted Jack’s hair and yanked his head back so that he looked up at her.
“Scrubs in general, no. You in scrubs, however? I’m picturing you giving me a sponge bath now and that is hot.”
Smirking, Adrianna told him, “Picture something like Scooby-Doo or Tweety Bird scrubs.”
“Are you interviewing for a job at a children’s hospital or something?” Jack wondered.
“No. But you’re close,” she hinted.
“You still aren’t going to tell me?”
“Nope.”
Jack snarled with mock disdain. “You’re mean.” He placed his lips against her belly to show that he was joking. “You know,” he continued, “with just a few adjustments, this outfit would be perfect.”
Before Adrianna could ask what he meant, Jack pulled at the hem of her skirt so that it bunched up at the top of her thighs. Then he reached up to her blouse and popped the top three buttons, exposing an awful lot of her cleavage. Leaning back to admire his handy work, Jack growled deep in his chest. “Jesus, I could eat you alive.”
Playing along, Adrianna hiked her skirt up a bit more and straddled Jack’s leg, pressing herself down just at his knee. She pulled him closer where he joined their mouths together, holding Adrianna to him by the back of her head. His lips left hers to travel down to her breasts where he kissed the pale, soft, exposed swells. Jack’s cell phone rang but they both chose to ignore it, too wrapped up in each other to care about anything else.
Indulging in Jack’s fantasy, Adrianna slid to her knees on the floor and pulled at Jack’s legs until he scooted to the edge of the bed. While she worked on unbuttoning his pants his phone rang once again. Frustrated, Jack sighed heavily and dug into his pocket to see who was calling. Adrianna understood that he needed to see if there was a problem at Loki’s.
“It’s my sister,” Jack frowned. Sitting up, he adjusted his pants and answered the call.