"Abby and I will be playing a new game right after the break... If she's up for it." Jimmy bit his bottom lip, trying to contain his child-like smile as his hands banged the desk with an anticipating drumroll. I giggled before agreeing to play whatever silly game he'd had come up with for me. When the producer gave us our signal letting us know we were off air, Jimmy stood and held his hand out to me. "May the best of us win." I stood with him and grasped his hand firmly, mocking his stern tone. "You better not play dirty." He let out a laugh under his breath and brought me in for what seemed like a hug when he whispered in my ear, "Oh, but playing dirty is my favorite way to play." He caught me off-guard. It was like he flipped a switch on me because I instantly went from all fun and games to wanting him more than I had throughout the entire giggly, harmlessly flirty interview. "We'll see." I complied and he took a step back, discreetly undressing me from head to toe with his hazy, brown eyes before escorting me to center stage with his hand tracing circles on my lower back that only he and I could know about.
