Instead, her attention shifted and remained glued to Jake. As soon as the door had clicked shut behind them, he unbuttoned his jacket and dropped it carelessly across the wingback chair nearest the door. Her mouth watered with anticipation as she waited for him to finish undressing. Apparently, Jake wasn’t in that kind of rush, because he contented himself with undoing the first button of the polo shirt he’d worn underneath. Her stomach dipped with disappointment, even though the idea of just jumping into nakedness was a bit daunting. He sat down on the sofa, patting the cushion beside him. “Come join me, Sandra.” She laid her purse on the chair he’d chosen as a coat rack before walking over to him. Licking dry lips, she sat on the cushion beside him, wondering why she was so nervous. It was her first one-night stand, but not her first time having sex. She had lived a somewhat monk-like existence the past few years while establishing her therapy practice, but had her fair share of experience in college.
