He held her hand a moment longer than necessary but avoided the urge to caress the back of it with his lips. She was young, he could see that and probably naive. A good dose of him just might be a touch overwhelming for her. Perhaps he'd bring it down a notch as he was finding her company quite pleasant at the moment. His eyes dipped down once more to run the length of her body but only briefly before her next statement had him looking at her in surprise.
"You're a performer?" he asked, curious to know exactly what her talent was. "Dancer," he said, taking a stab at a guess. What kind of performance did Leah Hale give?
CJ shifted, straightening up from the wall and caught a waiter passing by. He drained his glass and sat it on the tray, uttering, "Jack and coke," to indicate he wanted another. "You on board all by yourself?" he asked Leah. He was beginning to wonder how long this shindig of a dinner was going to last and what was going to come next. Hopefully something a lot less stuffy. The white suit he'd been compelled to throw on was already unbuttoned at the collar and minus the tie. He hadn't even made it out of his stateroom with that.