Foreman was almost ready to laugh at Amber's quick change, her sudden desire to get out and go back to her place, but before he could, he caught his breath instead at the slight scrape of her teeth. He was getting more interested with every second that passed. They weren't talking about his job anymore, and Amber was still kissing his hand. The coy look in her eyes and the sight of her lips against his skin were inspiring, to say the least. Foreman fought off the image of her kissing her way down his stomach the same way, keeping eye contact while she gauged exactly what effect she was having on him. Getting damn pleased about it, too.

"You want me to be a gentleman in bed?" Foreman asked, teasing her with a disbelieving eyebrow. The way she'd dragged her teeth against his skin suggested otherwise. "That's not nearly as interesting as I was planning." When the waiter showed up, Foreman pulled his hand away from Amber and brusquely asked for the bill, not wanting to make the contact he and Amber had been enjoying anything like the man's business. The waiter had apparently anticipated the request, because he dropped the cheque on the table and left quickly. Foreman pulled his wallet out of the inner pocket of his suit coat, and left enough for his half of the wine and a very minimal tip.

Foreman stood up and put on his jacket, before pulling hers off the same coat tree and holding it for her. Another chance to get close to her, to touch her. He was getting far too involved for a simple evening, but he was almost beginning to think there might be more here than he'd first imagined.