Jackie knew that it wasn’t fair that she had, in no way, prepared Liam for what he was going to see here at Sirens. But now that he was here, she wasn’t going to just let him back out, even in spite of his awkwardness. She offered him a somewhat sheepish smile, but it was very clear that she’d known what she’d been doing when she left out the crucial information about the place being a strip joint. “Is it a problem?” She asked, still grinning slightly.
He held up his hands, and Jackie shook her head when he said he should stay put, or even leave. “No, come on,” she said. “Keep your gloves on, keep your hands in your pocket—whatever—and everything should be peachy. There won’t be a problem here unless ya have a really terrible impulse control problem when it comes to naked chicks.” Though with Liam’s ability, she figured that if anyone was going to honour the no-touching rule, it would be him.
She reached out, without much regard or care, caution all to the wind, and knotted her fingers in the front of his jacket. She was careful not to touch or reach for skin, but she was taking a chance none the less with the flair of comfortable, familiar reckless abandon. “Ya made it all the way down here. It won’t kill ya to socialize. Besides, I may be workin’, but as you can see, the gentlemen are otherwise engaged.” She let go of his jacket and nodded towards the bar again. “Come on.”