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When his cell buzzed, Jordan quickly pulled it out of his coat pocket. Hope flared in his heart as he took in the message.
Are we still on? Food?
He recalled how Chloe had been around the tapas in Berlin the other night. While she had been stabbing at her salad, her gaze had been locked on his food. The pressure for her to maintain her figure had to be immense. And while it wasn’t his place to try and make her change any of that, earlier in the day before heading out to the concert, he’d paid a visit to the grocery store conveniently located next door to the apartment complex. There, he had stocked up on, well … everything. One hundred and thirty euros of food would hopefully cover whatever Chloe might be in the mood to eat.
Yes. And yes. I got some cheese.
By some, he meant, Brie, Camembert, Raclette, Emmental, Comte, and a seriously stinky blue. He’d even snuck in a fresh pâté. And if Chloe didn’t eat any of it, come tomorrow morning, the apartment’s manager was in for a lovely treat.
Sounds fab. C U soon. ?? ?? ??
C U soon. ?? ?? ??
When did I become such a sucker for little emojis? I wish I knew the one for eager to see you.
His excitement grew at the thought of Chloe being here. She wanted to see him. He did a little jig on the spot.
Ok get it out of your system, but when she gets here be cool. Ice cool.
A well-dressed Parisienne passing by gave him a disapproving glare. He could just imagine what they were thinking.Imbécile.But Jordan didn’t care. He had a warm apartment, with views of the Eiffel Tower. A kitchen full of wonderful food.
And a beautiful woman to woo.
His cold hands trembled at the thought of how she had affected him at the concert. How his blood had pumped hard through his veins. What he felt for her, what he craved was more than the music, more than her songs.
For the first time in a long time, Jordan was suddenly caught up in his own self-doubt. Would he be enough for her once they were both back in the US?
CHAPTEREIGHT
The sleek, silver town car came to a halt out the front of Twenty-one Rue Benjamin Franklin just before midnight. Chloe’s bodyguard opened the passenger door and Chloe stepped out. She wore a black silk scarf over her head to hide her face from any prying eyes. She loved her fans, but she’d given enough of herself to them already tonight.
From the doorway of the apartment complex, a figure moved toward the car. Martin immediately placed himself between Chloe and the approaching stranger.
The stranger, who wasn’t a stranger, held out a welcoming hand. “Hi, Martin. I’m Jordan, we met in Germany.” He then turned his attention to Chloe. “Hi, gorgeous, would you like to accompany me inside?”
Chloe bit down on her bottom lip. Anticipation coursed through her body. She followed Jordan into the building with her bodyguard walking close behind, constantly on alert.
As soon as the front door closed behind them, Chloe threw off the scarf. “Phew. It was hard to breathe underneath all that.” She patted at her hair, hoping to settle it down.
So much for the smooth moves, Chloe.
Jordan’s brows knitted together in confusion, and Chloe couldn’t help but laugh. “I was going for the mysterious unknown lady in the back of the car guise. Now I probably just look a mess.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a smirking Martin gently shaking his head. She was grateful that her head of security would be taking many of her foolish secrets with him to the grave.
Chloe’s heart gave a squeeze as Jordan stepped forward and bent to place a tender kiss on her cheek. At that gesture, her hopes for the evening rose. “You look beautiful, Chloe. Perfect. And I’m thrilled that you came.”
Her already flushed cheeks now burned hot. Chloe didn’t quite know where to look. She barely knew Jordan, yet he made her feel all the feels. A breathy, “Hi,” was the best she could manage in reply.
“Bienvenue à Paris, Chloe. You certainly rocked the Arena tonight. Chloe’s Garden was amazing to watch.”
He came to my concert?
She wanted to ask if he had indeed seen her show, but first she wanted the two of them to be alone.
It was silly, she was a fully grown woman, but asking her bodyguard to leave still felt weird. Martin had always been a bit of a surrogate father figure to Chloe. He’d treated her far better than her real father ever had. “I’ll be staying with Jordan for a little while.”
