Mobster? "I think I'd make an excellent mobster; the breaking fingers and demanding things part anyway. Admit it, you think I look pretty damn hot tonight," he said with a smirk. She could deny it with her words but her appreciative gaze gave her away. He had to wonder if his own did the same. It didn't matter. He wouldn't make a secret of the fact he wanted her even if it did irk him.
"A party shouldn't take so much effort, Naima. This was about as far as I was willing to go with it," he stated, glancing down at his now slightly rakish looking attire. He'd almost forgotten how many buttons he'd undone. Maybe he'd had a little bit of help over at the casino from the girls bringing the drinks.
He took another drink, the ice clinking against the side of his glass. CJ got the impression maybe she'd had a couple of drinks herself already tonight. Despite the air of not giving a shit she liked to put on, he imagined she probably had to work up a bit of courage to waltz in here with that outfit on.