She cocked her head. “Follow me.”

Jordan led Nick into a private tasting room adjacent to Xander’s cellar that had a cozier feel than the rest of the lower level. Although guests were free to come and go all night, several had planted themselves in the leather armchairs that faced the lit fireplace, knowing that this was where the truly exceptional stuff was served. A man in his forties and wearing a suit – the sommelier Xander had hired for the evening – stood behind the bar pouring small amounts of wine into crystal glasses. A bulky security guard dressed in all black stood near the back of the room, discreetly out of sight yet there nevertheless.

Jordan brought Nick over to the bar and caught the eye of the sommelier, the same one Xander had hired for the party the past couple of years.

He grinned as he came over. “Ms. Rhodes! I was hoping you’d be here tonight. I’ve been saving something special for you. A 1990 Chateau Sevonne.”

A ‘90 Sevonne. Sweet Jesus, her heart began to race.

“Did you just gasp?” Nick asked as the sommelier poured their glasses.

Jordan tried to play it cool. “I don’t think so.”

“I’m pretty sure I heard it.”

“Okay, maybe there was a tiny gasp,” she conceded. “Because the 1990 Chateau Sevonne is supposed to be extraordinary. Thrilling. Breathtaking.”

“Sounds orgasmic,” Nick said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

The sommelier made a hasty retreat.

Jordan gestured in his direction. “Very nice – you chased him away before he could tell us about the wine.”

“Does it matter?” Nick asked skeptically. “At the end of the day, doesn’t it all pretty much taste the same?”

She shook her head. “Truly, Nick. I don’t even know where to begin with you.”

He leaned confidently against the bar, baiting her with his grin. “Giving up already?”

She looked him up and down, debating. Then she picked up the two glasses the sommelier had poured and handed one over. “Not yet.” She stopped Nick, her hand on his, when he tipped his glass to take a sip. “Uh-uh, virgin. With wine like this, a little foreplay is required.”

He eyed her over his glass. “Foreplay?”

“Absolutely.” Time for Wine Tasting 101. “So here’s how this works. When tasting a wine, as opposed to casual drinking, there are four basic steps you need to remember: sight, smell, taste, then spit or swallow.”

Nick paused at that last part and cocked his head. “And your personal preference on the latter would be …?”

“Only lightweights spit.”

His right eye twitched.

Jordan raised her glass, fully into teacher mode now. “So the first step is sight.”

Nick gave his glass a quick once-over. “Looks like wine to me. Check.”

She shook her head. “No, tilt the glass and hold it over the white tablecloth.” She demonstrated, holding her glass at a forty-five-degree angle. “You want to look at both the center of the wine, to determine its intensity, and the edge of the wine, to check its hue.”

“And why am I doing this?”

“The wine’s color can tell you a lot about whether it’s a youthful wine or if it’s showing signs of age.” She continued her demonstration. “Then swirl the glass and watch how quickly the wine filters down after it stops moving. The slower the wine’s legs flow down the glass, the higher the alcohol content in the wine.”

“You know, by law they have to print the alcohol content right on the label. That could be a good clue, too.”

“Perhaps we should save all questions and comments until the end of the tasting ritual.”

He shrugged. “Fine by me. I’m as eager as the next guy to get to spit or swallow.”

She so was going to regret giving him that as ammunition. “Next up is smelling the wine.”

“This sure is a lot of foreplay.” Nick peeked over the bar. “Don’t they have any wines back there that are into quickies?”

Jordan struggled with that one, the edges of her mouth twitching. Don’t laugh. It’ll only encourage him. She marched on. “You want to swirl the glass to release the aromas of the wine, then bring it up to your nose and smell.” She watched his technique, and corrected, “Don’t hold the glass to your nose for too long – your olfactory senses will fatigue and you won’t be able to pick up the different aromas.”

Another skeptical look. “Olfactory fatigue?”

“Just try it again,” Jordan said. “And this time, tell me what you smell.”

Nick did as she asked. “I smell wine.”

Jordan smiled reassuringly. “I used to say the same thing when I first started out. It takes a while to develop a nose for wine, to be able to distinguish the different aromas.”

“Okay, Ms. Expert, what do you smell?”

“Sorry. No hints until you taste it for yourself,” she said. “Now, when you take a sip of the wine, suck in some air – that will open its flavors. Then swish it around your mouth before swallowing. Normally, I’d say you could spit it out if you want, but this wine costs fifteen hundred dollars a bottle. If you spit it out, about twenty people here will drop dead of a heart attack.”

She lifted her glass, ready to taste the wine, when she saw the look of shock on Nick’s face. “What?”

“Fifteen hundred dollars a bottle?” he repeated.

“Yep.” She held up her glass. “Cheers.” She took a sip of the wine and went through the whole routine: sucking, swishing, and swallowing. She felt the heady rush, the liquid warmth that flowed through her body, and the feeling of bliss that built and peaked and then slowly ebbed. And finally, the light-headed, flushed feeling. The afterglow.

Orgasmic, indeed.

She opened her eyes and saw Nick staring at her.

“I feel like I need a cigarette and a shower after watching that.” His eyes seemed warmer than usual. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Whatever it is you would normally say after drinking that wine.”

“I’d talk about how it felt in my mouth and what it tastes like,” she said.

His gaze fell to her lips. “And?”

“It felt large and smooth. A real mouthful.”

“Are you kidding me with this?”

Jordan laughed at his expression. “No, I’m serious – that’s how I would describe the wine. I can’t help it if one might read certain connotations into it. Wine is a very sensual thing.”

Rafe Velasquez approached them. “What do you think of the Sevonne? It’s a real mouthful, isn’t it? Big and smooth.”

“So everyone keeps telling me,” Nick grumbled.

“He’s new to wine,” she explained.

Rafe gestured to Jordan. “Ah, well. You’re certainly in the right hands tonight.”

At that moment, she noticed Xander making his way toward the door, about to leave. Time for her to make her move.

“If you two would excuse me, I see Xander heading upstairs. I need to steal him away to discuss business. Will you be okay on your own?” she asked Nick.

His demeanor was so casual she almost thought he didn’t catch that This Was Her Signal.

“I’ll be fine,” he said. “I’m sure I can find some way to amuse myself while you’re gone.”

Rafe slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Jordan. I’ll make sure he stays out of trouble.”

“Thank you, Rafe, that’s very nice of you,” she said, thinking she’d have a good laugh over that one later. She turned back to Nick. “I’ll see you in a few minutes, then?” The plan was that he would come upstairs and find her on the terrace when he’d finished planting the recording devices.

His eyes held hers, calm and steady as ever.

“Before you know it.”

  Eleven

JORDAN SAW XANDER climbing up the glass staircase and called after him. “Xander – wait.”

He turned around on the steps. “Jordan. Enjoying yourself tonight?”

“At your party? Always.” She stopped on the step below him and gestured to her wineglass. “The Sevonne is fantastic, by the way. I like all your selections tonight.”

“I paid attention to the ones you recommended last year.”

“I’m flattered. And speaking of fabulous wine, there’s something else you might be interested in.”

“What’s that?”

Jordan moved up a step to stand next to him. “A 2000 Château Pétrus.”

Xander’s eyes brightened with interest. “Tell me more.”

“One case, going to auction through Sotheby’s.”

“Where and when?”

Hong Kong in April, but she didn’t tell him that yet. She was about to act coy, which was something she really didn’t want to do, but it seemed like the easiest way to make sure Xander stayed out of Nick’s way. She took a deep breath and dove in. “Join me for a drink on the terrace, and I’ll tell you everything.”

She screwed it up.

Her voice came out sounding too high, her words too quick. Still, she kept outwardly calm and waited as Xander considered her offer for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, he tipped his glass to hers. “What are we waiting for?”

He gestured for her to lead the way. When her back was to Xander, Jordan finally began to breathe again, wondering how anyone survived undercover work. Thirty minutes into her first – and last – assignment and she’d nearly broken out in hives. She needed to be smoother, especially once she and Xander got onto the terrace.

For better or worse, she was on her own now.


NICK WAITED FIVE minutes after Jordan left the room. He listened politely to the guests around him, drawing as little attention to himself as possible as they discussed tannins and nuances and structure and all sorts of other mumbo jumbo that didn’t hold his attention half as much as when Jordan talked about wine. When he finished his glass of Chateau Some-Fancy-French-Crap, he asked Rafe where the bathrooms were located.