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She was back on her knees, facing the bar again. She looked at the plates on the bar. “You made French toast?”
I shrugged. “Slim pickings. Did you know why French toast was invented?”
She hopped off the couch and slid onto a stool in front of a plate. “Oh god, are you one of those types of people? The syrup is in that cabinet. There is also honey. Heck, there might be sprinkles in that cabinet, too. I don’t know what you like on yours.”
I grabbed the syrup and put it in front of her. She lightly drizzled her toast. “I can think of some ways I could use this, honey,” I murmured.
Jordan stilled as she turned toward me. Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth a few times as her face reddened. She shook her head as she faced her plate again. “Sound messy,” she whispered. Her voice was husky and deeper than normal.
“I love getting messy. I really enjoyed when you made a mess of my face,” I whispered.
Her eyes widened as her lips parted again. I chuckled as I ate. She turned back to her food and glared at it.
“I guess I should get used to your vitriol?”
“Sure. You could always stop flirting with me.”
“What would be the fun in that? I love the way you blush,” I said. “I cannot wait to see what you picked out for tomorrow.”
“It’s not like it’s ultra sexy or anything.”
I chuckled. “Now, you assume I wanted you to wear something sexy? You’re in the gutter, too.”
Jordan scrunched her mouth up as she glared at me.
“Do you want me to wash the dishes?”
Jordan stood up as she grabbed the dishes. “No. I’m fine. Just go away.”
“I just want to make sure you are more than fine. I want to spoil you in all the ways,” I said. She dumped the dishes in the sink and turned. I had stepped behind her. Her breath hitched as she stepped back into the sink.
“Cal,” she whispered.
I stepped back and lifted my hands. “Fine. Fine. I will leave you alone. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you, Cal,” she whispered as I left her apartment.
How would I convince her that she was the one?
Chapter 22
Jordan
Ilooked back at my phone as the beauty guru waxed on about how to apply eyeliner. No matter what I did, my makeup did not look like hers. I huffed and finished the line on my eyelid, and left the bathroom. The shoe box was in my closet. I grabbed the box, slipped my feet inside the heels and spun around the room. The shoes were simple black pumps with the signature red bottom.Just like he requested.I paired a black tea dress that had a tulle overlay over the simple sheath with fishnet stockings and a garter belt. I switched all my important items into my clutch, which was honestly the most expensive item in my entire outfit. . There was a knock on the door as my phone dinged from the bathroom.
“It’s open, if that’s you,” I yelled. I heard the door shut. I walked back to the bathroom to grab my phone. When I walked out, Cal was standing in my hallway. He was wearing a suit. This one seemed nicer than some of the other ones I had seen him wear. Although I missed those times he sat in my apartment wearing casual clothes. I wanted things to go back to normal. When things were simple. Everything was complicated now, andI still yearned for his cock. Why did he have to be the CEO’s son? A few weeks ago, I had hope that he could be . . . someone special. My face grew warm as my mind wandered. I smiled at him.
“Hey, there.”
His eyes darkened as he looked me up and down. “I think this is well worth the money I spent on that outfit.” He stepped closer to me. Cal’s hand traced the edge of my jaw as he hooked a finger underneath. He tilted my head up. Cal’s other hand grazed down my arm and goosebumps trailed beneath his touch.
I sucked in a breath. “Should we be leaving?”
Cal blinked and nodded. He stepped back. I grabbed my keys off the hook by my door. As I locked my door, his hand grabbed my free hand. For a rich guy, his hands were rough. It must be from all those years he was traveling. Cal pulled me toward the parking lot. I gasped. There was a limo waiting for us.
I turned toward him. “You got a limo for this?”
Cal shrugged. He opened the door for me and I tried to daintily scoot inside the vehicle. No wonder celebrities accidentally flashed people. There was no way to do this in a ladylike fashion. Inside the limo, Brian Reed was sitting relaxed in his own navy blue suit.
