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Cat
My mind was occupied with thoughts of Jordan, and my teeth tugged at my bottom lip. I tried to shake him out of my thoughts. I was about to be a partner of a new business, soon, and I had not worked this hard through high school and college so that I could be obsessed with a boy.
But, then again Jordan wasn’t a boy. He was a man. A very handsome man at that. But, it didn’t change things in the slightest.
Even if all I could think about were his arms holding me, as he plunged into me. I shook my head, erasing those thoughts from my mind. Work. Just think about work, Cat. I let out a deep breath and brought my focus to the documents that were in front of me.
Usually, I did so well at blocking everything out and focusing on my work, but this thing between Jordan and me, it was expanding into something, quite like a relationship. And that thought should have shocked me, should have been forbidden, but it wasn’t. There were so many things that I’d learned and loved about him, so many more things that I wanted to find out.
I wanted to be in a relationship with Jordan Ashford. Saying it out loud should have made me cringe, but it didn’t. Instead, it brought a small smile to my face, as I tossed my hair over my shoulder. It was such a weird, yet pleasant, thought.
There would be obstacles, I knew. And the biggest one was going to be my father, but we were going to get through it. I knew that much. And I was excited to do so. Sex with Jordan was great, but I found myself longing for spending time with him that wasn’t strictly sexual.
I wondered if he felt the same. I knew that he liked the rendezvous that we did in various places around the office. And, I also knew that he liked to take me out places, like when we’d gone to the fair and out to drink the night before. He liked to show me off, and I was okay with that.
He didn’t think that this was a friends with benefits type of thing, did he? Because, I wasn’t that kind of girl. I mean, it seemed like I was, but I preferred not to be, especially where Jordan was involved.
Our little no-strings-attached thing had been fun up until this point, but at some point it was going to have to come to an end. Were we going to continue to see each other, or let it fizzle out and pretend that it had never happened?
I preferred the first choice. But, none of that was important. Jordan wasn’t even there for me to have the relationship talk with, anyways. Who knew where he had found himself wandering to.
He could be cheating. It was a thought that plagued my mind every single time I wasn’t with him. He was a catch, and he could have any other woman he wanted. But, I was a catch too. I wasn’t just something that he could walk all over if he wanted to. I was a very attractive woman. And he wasn’t the only one who could get any person he wanted. Men would bow down on their knees for me.
But the only man that I wanted to bow was Jordan.
My phone was vibrating against the desk so I picked it up and turned it to face me. Daddy flashed across the screen, and I, eagerly, answered it. He hardly ever called me when he knew that both of us were working, unless it was about work. But, I was always happy to get any call from him.
“Hi, daddy,” I answered, hearing the chaos that was in his background. Who knew what was happening at his office. He ran a pretty tidy show, but that secretary of his had to go. I didn’t know why he liked her so much, but, hey, that was his personal business, not mine. And I wasn’t going to go sticking my nose where it didn’t belong.
“Hi, baby,” he greeted me, his voice gruff and stricken with stress and frustration. “What does your schedule look like today?”
It felt good having him ask for my schedule. It made me feel like I was a legitimate business woman, like I was someone from the television shows where you couldn’t see them because they were constantly busy. I was going in the right direction, and I was happy for it even if it had been the downfall of my future and potential marriage.
The name Drew flashed in my mind. That was a name I’d hardly thought about since the break up. Maybe I’d never had any real feelings for him. After all, I hadn’t even bothered to check up on him or try to amend things, and it was because I didn’t care. I had other things that were occupying my mind, but, obviously he’d felt different. I saw the messages he’d sent me, even if they were few and far in between.
He was just checking up on me although I didn’t know if it was because he wanted to get back together or if he was just nice. Regardless, we’d broken up, and although I wasn’t heartbroken, I didn’t want anything more to do with him. I wasn’t a huge fan of looking back on the past. So, I’d ignored them. As far as I was concerned, that chapter had ended in my book.
“I always have time for you, daddy,” I told him, with a grin on my face, focusing entirely on the call, considering the fact that I hadn’t been able to do such when it came to work.
“Good,” he told me, easily. “Then, I’d like to invite you down for dinner, at the estate.”
A nice home-cooked meal by Veronica, his head chef, was always something that sounded good to me. Her food was like velvet, soft and delicious. I could never get enough of it, quite literally, since I’d moved out. But, it was strange for him to invite me on a work day as opposed to a weekend. “What’s the occasion?” I asked him.
“I have to have an occasion to spend time with my daughter?” He was trying to sound innocent, but I could see right past him. Still, I didn’t comment on it. I would find out, soon enough.
“No, I suppose not,” I answered and shrugged although he couldn’t see it. “What time should I be over?”
“At six, dinner will be served.”
“And what clothes should I wear?”
Usually when we had these big, extravagant dinners, my father invited over his business partners, tycoons, who we felt the need to impress. So, I always dressed extremely formal. The last thing I wanted was to look unprofessional in front of anyone that I might encounter again in the business world, despite how slim the chance actually was.
“It’s just you and me, baby,” he told me. “Just dress how you want.”
Even then I knew better than to show up in sweats and a casual shirt and call it an outfit. My father, when he said that, still meant I had to be presentable, even if it was only in front of him. That was one of the first lessons that he’d taught me even before I’d started considering business to be my career.
“Okay.” I nodded.
