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take it, Pepper. I’ll take it.

 
     

    When we pulled up to my building and surprisingly found a parking spot, Jordan turned off the car. He seemed as reluctant as I was about ending the evening. His eyes lit up as he thought of something.
    “Pepper, I just realized we never went over the documents. Do you think I could come up and take a look at those real quick?”
    I knew it was just a ploy to spend more time with me. All he had done was come up with reasons to do just that. Nobody had ever pursued me this hard before. It was actually kind of nice, even if I would never admit it.
    “Jordan, I think that’s probably a good idea. I’ll have to report back to Stan tomorrow, so I need to be able to prove to him that I can successfully do my job.”
    His eyes darkened at the mention of Stan’s name, but he nodded.
    We climbed out of the car and Jordan hurried around, grabbing my hand. For some reason, this felt comfortable. Maybe he was growing on me. Maybe it was the wine.
    When we got upstairs, I was surprised that it was empty. I expected Olive to be there. Jordan made himself at home on the sofa while I poured us some more wine. Once I made it back to the living room, he’d already pulled my laptop out of my bag and was powering it on.
    “Here, have some wine. Make yourself comfortable,” I teased, smirking at him.
    “Don’t mind if I do,” he agreed as he put his feet on the coffee table.
    I sat down next to him on the sofa so I could better see what he was pulling up on the computer. Once the laptop loaded, I took him to the files that would show him what was part of the sponsorship package he would be privy to. We actually got through everything pretty quickly.
    “Here, I want to show you something,” he pointed to the screen.
    I scooted in a little closer to see what it was he wanted to show me. He pulled up his Facebook account and located his pictures. The pictures of him and his brother were pretty funny. They were best friends—I could see it in their smiles. He came across another picture of a guy who looked familiar.
    “Hey, wait. Go back! I think I know him,” I exclaimed, but he quickly scrolled several pictures past and landed on one of his dad. They looked strikingly similar. His dad had hair the same color as his but it was streaked with grey. He was very handsome and fit for someone old enough to be Jordan’s father.
    “He was a nice-looking man,” I told him, smiling.
    “Yeah, he was a big hit with the ladies,” he groaned, rolling his eyes, and continued flipping through photos.
    I thought I saw another picture of that familiar guy, but he scrolled too fast past it. There was a niggling feeling in the back of my mind that said he was hiding something.
    “You smell good,” he stated, turning to look at me.
    I almost spit out my wine and could feel my cheeks turning red. The way he was watching me made my body ache for something.
    For what? Jordan?
    His hand came up to my cheek and he gently rubbed it with his thumb. I was frozen, snared in his gaze. He dropped his stare to my lips and then back up to my eyes. A silent question. I nodded almost imperceptibly.
    He used his hand to guide me closer to him. My lips parted and my eyes fluttered closed. At first, the touch on my lips was soft, but then he pressed me to him. His tongue darted out and explored my own. His teeth pulled my bottom lip between them and nibbled. I moaned into his mouth. He groaned and stroked his hand down along my neck.
    This was completely out of character for me. I hadn’t kissed a guy since that horrific afternoon in high school. At least this kiss was enjoyable. Jordan was safe and protective. I could feel it.
    His hand stayed securely on my neck, to which I was thankful. There was no way I was ready to proceed past what we were doing in that moment. His tongue danced with mine some more, and I sighed happily into his mouth.
    When I heard the jingle of keys at the front door, I bolted away from him and off