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I stare at her message, my mind racing.
Me:
No worries, it was a lot for both of us. Are you okay?
Jordan:
Yeah. Last night was amazing. I’ve been thinking about it all day.
Reading her words, I feel a surge of emotion. She’s been thinking about me—about us—as much as I have about her.
Me:
Me too. More importantly, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.
Jordan:
Would you like to meet up? Maybe for dinner?
The way my heart jumps out of my chest, I guess I have my answer. In one day, Jordan’s become the most important thing in my life. There’s nothing I want more than to escape my swirling thoughts and be with her.
Me:
Absolutely. How about downtown? The Pink Door?
Jordan:
Sounds perfect. I’m coming from West Seattle, what time?
Me:
I’ll make a reservation for 7.
Jordan:
Cool. See you then. xoxo
Stoked at the thought of our dinner date, the reality of my situation hits me. Her reaching out means we could be taking a step toward something more—something potentially life-changing for both of us.
The restaurant is only a short walk from the office, I have time to grab a snack before I need to refocus on the competitive analysis of Malloy & Associates.
Of course it’s useless. My thoughts keep drifting to Jordan. After a couple of wasted hours, I decide to head out.
Sitting at the restaurant, with a half hour to spare until she arrives, I’m stressed. The weight of the dilemma I’m facing presses down on my shoulders.
I’ve coveted Jordan Deveraux for a decade, and maybe, just maybe, we’re going to make our relationship official tonight. Yet, the next few months are critical. I can’t take my foot off the gas with Project SoHo and I’m not going to slow things down with Jordan if I can help it.
The question is, will I choose love, or will I choose my career? Can I somehow have both, or am I destined to sacrifice one for the other?
At seven, I’m immediately on the lookout for Jordan. My anticipation builds with each passing second until I finally spot her.
The sight of the stunning siren takes my breath away.
Jordan stands at the hostess podium looking around the dining area, effortlessly embodying a pinup sexy-girl vibe, yet exuding an undeniable classiness. Her red dress hugs her curves in all the right places, revealing a hint of cleavage and a lot of leg. Her hair falls in smooth waves, reminiscent of a classic Hollywood era. The boldness of her red lipstick contrasts strikingly with her blonde hair, framing a smile that lights up her entire face when she sees me.
Her green eyes sparkle with excitement and warmth as she navigates through the tables on her way over. There’s grace and assurance in her steps. Jordan's the perfect blend of strength and femininity.
Mine.
