her head to the side and tucked some hair behind her ear, revealing the soft skin around her neck and décolletage. She looked up and met his gaze. âI think youâre a megaburger kind of guy. With maybe a dash of piri-piri sauce.â
He gave a thoughtful nod. âReally?â He glanced over at the menu. âYou could be right. So, whatâs your poison going to be?â
She pointed to the countertop where a variety of cakes sat under glass domes. âIâm going to have a piece of the Thundertop cake.â
âThundertop cake? What on earth is that?â
She smiled. âItâs vanilla sponge, with a dash of orange, sandwiched with raspberry jam and coconut and marshmallow frosting.â
He shuddered. âUgh. No way.â
âWhatâs wrong? You not a dessert kind of guy?â
Why was it that a seemingly innocent question seemed so different when it came from her lips? He pushed aside all the illicit thoughts that sprang to mind, of what he could do with dessert and Corrine Carter.
âDepends on the circumstances,â he said quickly, before giving her a sly smile, âAnd, of course, who Iâm with.â
She shook her head and sat back as the waitress came and took their order.
âYouâre quite the flirt, arenât you, Austin Mitchell?â
He leaned closer. âLike I said, depends who Iâm with.â
He couldnât help it. He knew his confidence wound her up. She didnât need to know he didnât always feel completely comfortable. It was just the best face for the world he was in. No one wanted an unsure pilot flying their aircraftâor, worse, spacecraft.
She tapped her nails on the table. âSo you think itâs okay to flirt with one of your instructors?â
âI havenât seen any rules against it.â
She allowed a tiny nod in agreement. âBut you think itâs okay to turn up at someoneâs house uninvited and practically pin them to their wall and kiss them?â
He leaned back against the leather booth. âI didnât exactly pin you to the wall. But that could be arranged if you want.â
She waved her hand. âYou donât even know me. You donât know the first thing about me. Nor I you.â She wagged her finger at him. âSo, you certainly shouldnât be kissing me.â
âMaybe you should have objected?â He liked this. He liked the way they batted back and forward between each other. He liked that she gave as good as she got. He liked it even better when he found a way to push her buttons.
She shifted in her seat, giving him a better view of her cleavage. âNext time, maybe I will.â
âWho says thereâll be a next time?â
She looked him straight in the eye as the waitress set down their drinks. âI do.â
* * *
Had she really just said that? Was she out of her tiny mind?
What was it about being away from the base? While she was at work, it was easy to put everything in boxes and keep Austin Mitchell at a distance.
She had never been like this. Never . This guy made her hormones surge around her body to the point where they affected her mind, her mouth and her actions. There must be some science behind this.
But at the end of the day the science didnât matter. Because Austin Mitchell had that look on his face. The sexy, knowing smile. Knowing exactly how much he affected her.
Maybe it was the fact he wasnât in uniform? While the bright blue flight suit did crazy things to his eyes, it always made her remember the distance between them. Today, in dark blue jeans and a short-sleeved white shirt, Austin Mitchell could be any regular guy on the planet.
If regular guys looked this good.
The waitress appeared again and took their order. Austin was still watching her with those hypnotic blue eyes of his. She wasnât going to look at them. She just wasnât. It was too much trouble.
She sucked in a