“Let’s pick this up later when I get back from work,” I said sweetly.
Jordan looked embarrassed by her display of affection, and I didn’t want her to feel that way. But I still couldn’t tell if she was doing it out of obligation or if she just felt the urge to kiss me.
I grabbed her hand and walked her to the spare bedroom.
“I set this room up for you so you could have your own space. We c
an go on a date tomorrow and get to know each other more.”
“Why not tonight?” she asked with a smile.
“I’ll have to work late tonight and you should rest. The jet lag will hit pretty bad if you don’t get some sleep.”
“So, I have to sleep in this room?” she asked with a sly grin on her face.
“You don’t want to sleep in there?” I asked.
The way she looked at me made me think she didn’t feel obliged at all – the way Jordan looked at me was like she wanted to devour me and eat me up right there. I loved it because that’s exactly what I wanted to do to her.
I wanted to throw her down on the bed and rip her clothes off, to taste her delicious juices on my tongue, and hear her moans of pleasure as I made her cum. I wanted that more than anything, but I was trying to not be a total ass and, instead, trying to be a gentleman for her. It wasn’t working all that well, though, because all I could picture was her naked on the bed with her legs spread open, waiting for me.
“I’ll sleep here,” she said and looked away from me.
It was as if she was trying to be a shy and demure girl, but fighting with who she really was. Every now and again, the passion and energy left her eyes and she looked down and away from me. It was a different Jordan when she did that.
“We can talk about it more when I get home. But for now, there’s a private shower and the fridge is full of food. Help yourself and I’ll be back at the end of my day.”
“Okay,” she said as she walked toward me. “I’m glad fate brought us together,” she said as she stood only a foot away from me and looked into my eyes.
The energy between us was palpable, and I had to put my hands into my pockets to avoid reaching out and grabbing her. Everything in my body just wanted to touch her. But I had to leave. I had to get back to work.
“Jordan, you don’t even know how happy I am to have you here.”
“Now, go do your work. I’ll be fine,” she said as she pushed me away from her.
The touch of her hands on my chest was intense, and I leaned in and kissed her cheek. It was all I could do to avoid taking her right there. But I was trying to be a new man. I was trying to be a man my father could be proud of. I couldn’t ruin what it was that I had going with Jordan.
“All right. I put my phone number on the counter and there is a cell phone for you there. Feel free to use it to call your family or friends, as well.”
“Okay.”
I looked back at her one last time as I made my way out of the room and back to work. I had been gone for two hours, and I really didn’t want people to start to doubt the new persona I was putting across at the office. Hard work and showing up every single day was my goal and I was doing a pretty good job of it so far. I just had to keep it up and really get more involved in the meetings at work.
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I was finally being looked at as someone who knew what he was talking about. It was hard for me to get over the reputation I had with everyone from not showing up to work very much, but I had been consistent for the last week or so, and that was starting to help. I knew it wasn’t enough to change my father’s mind, but it was enough for the time being.
I didn’t get that surprised look from people when I showed up to my office each day and I even got invited to some of the meetings we had. It might have been out of pity for me that I was invited, but all the same, I was happy to be getting back involved.
It was a process that was going to take longer than two weeks and I knew that. I had to make some more progress right away. I intended to take over my father’s company, and I intended to pay back Jose Escabar, and I intended to try and build a real relationship with Jordan. Now, the trick was going to be getting my intentions to turn into reality.
The meeting we were having that day was about how to save money. I had some big ideas that I thought were really going to wow everyone, if my father didn’t shoot them down when I started to talk.
Historically, when I came up with ideas in meetings, my father thought they were too out of the ordinary or not feasible. I had done my research for this meeting, though, and I was prepared to put up a strong fight for my argument. My father, as well as the other members of his executive team, liked hard numbers. I was prepared to give them the numbers they wanted to see along with my proposal.
I walked into the meeting with my power suit on and my briefcase in my hand. This was my moment. I was ready to shine. It was time to forget about the past and move forward. These executives were going to start seeing just how fucking useful I was to the company.
“Hello, Chase. It’s nice to have you join us today,” my father said sarcastically as I entered the boardroom.