His jacket was off, his tie was loose, and his dancing feet had danced themselves to hell and back. Jonah felt good about the evening so far but had a feeling he was going to be feeling a whole lot better. In his mind anyway, he had allowed Evelyn to have her fun dancing with a few of the other men trolling about. But he'd never kept his eyes off his date for very long. He knew what she was capable of doing to a man while his back was turned. She was probably quite literally a man-eater. That didn't bother Damage; it was the reason for the short leash however. This one wasn't getting too far away from him, at least not anytime soon.
Leaned up against an empty chair, his serpent goddess before him, Jonah once again pulled her close. "So, Miss Ormand, had your fill of 'the prom'? Because, I'm sure we could find another way to entertain ourselves."