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absence. Was he sick? He couldn’t be she told herself vehemently, the thought of Jordan being harmed in any way made her stomach churn.
    What was she to make of this situation? In desperation and sick with worry, she had coerced herself into calling him the night before with no success as his phone had rang into voicemail and her nerves would not permit her to leave a voice message. Something was seriously wrong here; perhaps he wasn’t interested anymore, but what about the gifts? She blushed at the memory of being jarred awake by mini Jordan in her arms each morning and lulled to sleep by him as well.
    She sighed and glanced at her watch; it was a quarter past seven, over two hours past her work time. Jordan definitely wasn’t coming tonight and she had to leave. She removed the basket carefully from her desk and placed it in a tote bag; she couldn’t risk leaving it at the office in case someone decided to partake of its tasty contents.
    She had finally showered and made it to bed, satisfied to fondle mini Jordan’s ears when her cell phone rang. It was him, her brain screamed as his name flashed across her phone screen and her heart began to thud in her chest.
    She took a deep breath and answered, “Hello”.
    “Hello Lauren”, his sensual voice tickled her ears, “I saw your missed call from last night”.
    “Are you alright”, she could hear the anxiety in her voice but she didn’t care.
    “I’m fine”, he gave a throaty laugh and she relaxed, “your concern is flattering, if not surprising”
    “You never miss your Friday evening at the restaurant”, she said lamely.
    “I had to see to some business in Kingston this week”, he said, then added, “How did you like my little gifts?”
    “I cannot accept the wine basket”, she almost shouted.
    “Why not?” he seemed shocked.
    “It must have cost a substantial amount”.
    He seemed to relax, “Not at all. Now no more talk of returning anything”.
    “But...” she stammered
    He changed the subject quickly, “let us move unto your gift for tomorrow. It cannot come to you though; I’ll have to take you to it”.
    “What? No!"
    “One o’clock sharp. I’ll pick you up at the bus terminus”, he rushed on.
    “I can’t”, she stressed.
    “Come on Lauren, I won’t take no for an answer”, he persisted.
    What could she say to convince him?
    “Good Night”, he said and the line went dead before she could think of a means to dissuade him.
    She fell back against the bed covers and took a gulp of air. He was alright; she felt much better and extremely worst.
     
     
     
     

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
     
     
    THIS WAS A BAD IDEA, SHE CHIDED HERSELF as her eyes scanned the crowd for a familiar face. Maybe he wasn’t coming she mused strolling towards the exit and there he was, leaning casually against an impressive white Range Rover, a smile breaking across his face as he saw her. He was wearing blue jeans and white t-shirt that outlined narrow hips and broad torso, black ray-bans perched on his nose, appearing the epitome of wealth and sensuality. He was so gorgeous she couldn’t stop staring; she had to drag her eyes to his face as he eased away from the car and walked towards her.
    “You look beautiful today babe”, he crooned, his eyes glittering as they travelled from her knee length sun dress to her face as his hand rested on the small of her back and propelled her in the direction he had come.
    She was surprised to see a chauffeur emerge from the driver’s seat and pull open the passenger door for them and Jordan ushered her inside.
    “OK?” he asked.
    She nodded mutely wondering where they were headed as he instructed the driver they were ready.
    They were well on their way before she finally developed the nerve to ask, “where are we going?”
    “It’s a surprise”, he said, touching her nose playfully, then added, “not far from here though”.
    They travelled for another five minutes or so on the highway leading to the