You were the newest cape in town, and Jack had his eye on you. He claimed he just wanted to “get acquainted,” but you weren’t naïve—you’d seen that smirk before, and you knew exactly where his brand of charm usually led.

So you brushed him off, politely but firmly, every time.

Now, from the sidewalk below, Jack watched you cut through the sky, his gaze narrowing ever so slightly. He couldn’t recall the last time someone had walked away from him without so much as a second glance. He was used to the stares, the flattery, the lingering touches. Your cool dismissal left a dent in that polished confidence, and for once, he found himself staring at nothing but empty air.

He raked a hand through his blond hair, the cocky grin slipping for just a moment. He wasn’t sure if the sting was aggravating… or intoxicating.

“Playing hard to get, huh?” he murmured, a smirk creeping back in. “I like it.”

No wonder the NSA thinks so highly of you.