Claimed (For Her 3)

I go to get up, but he stops me. “Let me,” he insists, and brushes my hair before blow-drying it. I didn’t know a man could be so attentive and that I could be the center of his world.

“You going to dress me, too?” I tease, loving how he’s doting on me.

“If you let me.”

I smile up at him. How am I supposed to go back to being an assistant when I now have someone taking care of me all the time?

“You’d probably dress me in your clothes.” Whenever I ask him to grab me a shirt, he always brings me one of his. “I bet you’d layer me in them.”

“You love wearing my clothes.” He gives me a little grumpy smile.

I laugh. I do love wearing them. I love smelling like him, feeling like he’s always around me. “I do, but I’m not sure it’s really work attire.”

He shrugs like he doesn’t care.

“Kiss me.” I barely get the words out and he’s got his lips on mine. I’m going to miss being able to demand kisses all day. Though I’m sure if I send a text he’ll be at my desk giving me more than I asked for.

“Get ready, little bird. I’ll get you breakfast,” Jordan says, giving me one last kiss and pulling me off the bathroom counter. I watch his tight ass as he walks out of the room and wish I could drag him back to bed.

I turn and look at myself in the mirror. All the bruises on my face are gone, and my wrist doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m back to my old self, but somehow I think I look different. People say pregnant women glow, but I thought it was a silly old wives’ tale. But looking at myself now, I think they might be right. I feel like I’m glowing. I’m not sure if it’s from the pregnancy or the love I feel.

I hurry up and get ready, putting on light makeup and a simple blue dress. I pause when I see new flats embroidered with little blue jays sitting in the closet. My last pair got ruined when Summer and I were taken. It had broken my heart to see them trashed. I hadn’t said anything about it, but it seems Jordan noticed.

Smiling, I slide them on. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have a man like him. He seems to notice everything.

When I get to the living room, Jordan is walking toward me, handing me a to-go cup and a bacon-and-egg sandwich.

“I think you might be the most perfect man in the world,” I tell him, taking a bite of my breakfast.

“I better be the only man in your world.” He smirks as he picks up my purse. I move to take it from him.

“Eat. I got it,” he tells me.

“You’re going to carry my purse around?” I ask. I know the security people he works with will likely give him crap if they see this.

“I don’t give a shit. My woman needs to focus on eating her breakfast and keeping it down, not on her purse that I can carry for her.”

I lift up on my tippy-toes and plant a kiss on his mouth, thinking all those years of feeling like men never noticed me were now worth it. I didn’t have to go through the mess of dating. I got my perfect man from day one.

Jordan opens the door, and we head out. The traffic to work is light for once, and I’m at my desk before I know it. Jordan looms over me, and I can tell he doesn’t want to leave.

“Last time I left you at your desk…”

“I know.” I hate that he feels so worried about leaving me and that we had to go through that.

“I, ah…” He trails off, reaching into his pocket.

“What?” I ask, reaching for the box he’s pulled out.

“It’s a bracelet,” he says as I open it. It’s a thick, solid silver band with a giant bow on it, covered in diamonds, and a little bird sitting on it.

He takes the bracelet from the box and slips it onto my wrist.

“It has a tracker in it.” The words stumble out, like he thinks I’m going to be upset about it. “Also audio,” he adds.

“So you can always hear me?” I tease. He points to his ear, and I see a clear plastic device there. I burst out laughing.

His cheeks turn a little pink, and he shrugs.

“I love it,” I tell him. I reach out and take his hand. “It’s us.”

We’ve always been a little odd. I’ve forever loved that he checks my work calendar and watches me on the camera. If this bracelet makes him feel more okay, then I’ll wear it forever.

He leans down and kisses me. It’s soft and sweet, and I know he still doesn’t want to leave.