"Your dress looks wonderful," he said as he gave her a slow look over.

Wonderful is an understatement. She looks glorious! The deep red slip-on satin dress she is wearing clings on her body like a second skin. Looking at her makes him so damn thirsty.

Her hair was up on a messy bun, tendrils of her hair are on her nape, and the side of her face. He is controlling his hand to reach out and lift those wayward strands of her hair from her dewy skin.

She is wearing red lipsticks that emphasize her plump lips. They are right in front of his face, begging in silence to be captured. He wanted to have those lips in between his teeth and sucked them like hard candy.

He felt the familiar stirring of his groin. He grimaced thinking he was acting like a teenager in puberty with uncontrollable hormones.

"It is me that is wonderful, Tiefenbacher." she scoffed at him.

She pressed the buzzer under the edge of the table to call the server that probably was waiting outside the door of their private room for he entered their room right after she pressed the buzzer.

"Do we have to order now or you already order for us?" she asked Noah, with the server waiting for them.

"I already ordered. I hope you don't mind," he told her.

"I don't mind. I haven't eaten something from Matsugen that I didn't like." she grinned at him, then turned her attention to the server and told him they are ready to have their dinner.

"I didn't know that you speak Japanese," he said, starting a conversation.

"There are tons of things about me that you don't know, Tiefenbacher."

"Noah. Why can't you call me Noah?" he asked her with creased eyebrows.

"Why? What's wrong with Tiefenbacher? It is also your name, isn't it?" she scoffed at him.

"You know my grandfather and my father are also Tiefenbacher." he blew an air of exasperation on how stubborn Jess can be.

"I don't know your Tiefenbacher grandfather nor your Tiefenbacher father. The only Tiefenbacher I know is you."

Before Noah could find a word to answer Jess who was being a wise-ass, a woman in kimono entered their room and served their food.

Jess's eyes brightened like a Christmas tree when food starts to pile up on their table. He shook his head in surrender. He would never have the last word with Jess.

They enjoyed their sumptuous dinner in silence. But mostly because Jess didn't throw him a glance once she started eating. She would just answer him in monosyllabic words every time he asked a question, then stuffed food in her mouth.

After eating his fill, he raised his knee up, propped his elbow on it, and watched Jess enjoys her food.

"Lifting your knee like that is a very bad table manner." she met his gaze.

Noah raised a brow on her, "Are you going to punish me, Miss Zimmerman?" he teasingly asked.

"Why, Tiefenbacher, do you wish to be spanked?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him. An amused smirk begins to form on her lips.

"Yes, please," he replied with a straight face. His voice echoed his desires.

Jess picked up her napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth. The room temperature suddenly got hotter. She took a deep breath, asking herself if she really wants to play with fire.

Noah is burning fire, while, she is a moth.

She picked up the sake and poured one glass and put it in front of Noah. "I took the time to make myself pretty. Why don't you enjoy it a bit longer?" she rested her chin at the back of her palm as she propped her elbow on the edge of the table.

"Miss Zimmerman, putting your elbow on the table is a very bad table manner," he told her, faking a disappointment in his voice, but his eyes were dancing in mischief.

"Oh, my! Are you going to spank me now, Daddy?" she dropped her lashes and draw every word in a hushed tone.

Noah choked on his sake.

Before he could pick up his own napkin to wipe his mouth. Jess managed to half crawl on the table full of food and wiped his mouth with her own napkin.

"Tiefenbacher, what will I do with you?" she batted her eyelashes on him, "Why do you have to break all the rules? Do you really want to be punished that bad?"

Noah was lost for words. He wondered if Jess was still playing around or being serious because, for the love of God, his pants already tightened for his eyes were drawn to her bosom that was on full display as she was bent in front of his face.

Jess grabbed Noah's chopsticks, put them under his chin, and lifted his face, "Eyes here, Tiefenbacher."

"Sorry, got distracted there," he smirked and saw the tendrils of her hair plastered on her nape.

He ran his fingers on her neck, gathering each hair, and playfully twirls them around his index finger. He then, leaned forward, deliberately grazing her jawline with his lips as he whispered, "Aren't you uncomfortable with your position, Miss Zimmerman? Would you like to move here in my lap?" he sneered at her.

Jess retreated and sat back to the other side of the table. Noah grinned thinking that he turned around the table from Jess. He was expecting him to stop her flirting when he got startled by the pair of feet with red toenails that appeared under the table.

He watched her feet wriggling just right on his crotch area. If they moved a bit closer they would touch something that was already hard enough to be mistaken as a bone...probably why they are called a boner.

He is now sporting a boner like a teenager getting excited over the sight of naked feet. He groaned inwardly thinking how his body was just too honest when it comes to Jess.

"Are you saying something, Tiefenbacher?"

"Young lady, I swear to God, I would make that pretty mouth of yours call me properly."