Jay sank back into the leather couch, spreading his arms wide over the back. He kicked off his shoes and pushed them under the couch, out of the way.<br/><br/>"No music. I prefer to let the action dictate the tempo - not the other way 'round. And you don't really need music to move, do you? I can already tell you don't."<br/><br/>He looked at Andrea with naked hunger in his eyes.