Go for the scrabble.

'Wouldnt say no to a game of scrabble...' you venture lamely.

Jordan looks perplexed, 'Uh really?'

You head over to the cupboard 'Yeah, I think I saw it here earlier...'

You rummage around and find an old worn Scrabble box.

Jordan sits down in the armchair next to the coffee table, you plonk down the contents of the box and set up the board. 'Game on!' you say and offer Jordan the bag of Scrabble letters.

She slowly picks out the letters while maintaining eye contact with you. 'Would you mind sorting me out a brandy when you've got yours luv?' she asks. You pick out your letters and then pour a pair of brandys for the two of you.

'I reckon whoever wins gets to set the other person a challenge or summit too' Jordan offers before giggling. You agree and you get under way.

Jordan isnt the greatest Scrabble player in the world, but you let her get away with a few dubious words. All the same you win with ease, in spite of the obvious distraction of Jordan's perfect physique opposite you.

'Blimey you know some words dontcha!' Jordan exclaims 'So what would you like me to do fer ya then, seeing as you won?'. She slowly crosses her legs and pulls her hair back from her face with both hands, jutting out her huge breasts so that zipper strains on the leather jacket.