"What are you doing in here, Fayre?"
The low resonance of his voice carried his anger with it but Fayre didn't take the hint.
This was her Jordan after all and no matter how angry he got at her, she always managed to calm him and make him come around her way.
She smiled at him, subtly pushing her chest out and making her voluptuous breasts more obvious.
She smirked as she noticed his eyes drop to them momentarily.
This leopard can never change his spots even if he tried.
"Baby," she drawled,
"I've been waiting forever for you. Thought I'd surprise you and you know, relieve you of work stress but you weren't here."
She pouted her lips.
"And you didn't take my calls anyways after the first one you cut before I could say much."
Her voice was the same but it didn't have the same effect on him.
His eyes snapped to Jojo but she was perfecting the job of avoiding looking at him.
Fayre chose that moment of distraction to close the space between them.
One of her hands rested on his chest while the other anchored her body to him.
"I missed you, honey." She purred softly in his ear, intentionally letting her lips graze his earlobe while pressing herself closer to him.
She beamed at the feel of his semi hardness, mistaking herself as the reason for its presence.
Jojo's indifference to the fact that a half naked Fayre was in his arms and practically seducing him built an enraged inferno in him.
She should be jealous, he wanted her to be jealous that another woman is seeking his sexual attention on the off chance that he might offer it but she didn't even bother to look like she cared.
He might as well be driving his cock into Fayre and she wouldn't bat an eyelash.
Well, he wasn't going to wait for someone who didn't want him when he had another in his arms who's ready to please him.
His bruised ego got to him and he let his anger control his next action.
He pressed Fayre closer to his body and then forced her mouth open in an rough kiss with his.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth with a need to take from her all that she was offering.
Have kissing her always felt like this, empty?
The glaring answer was an affirmative, he only didn't notice it earlier because he'd never had it any different.
Not until Jojo.
It wasn't kissing Fayre that made him harder to a point where it was almost painful, he realized, it was the memory of having Jojo's soft, luscious and delicious lips under his.
He deepened the kiss in anger, trying and failing in banishing the image of lip locking with his assistant and focusing on the woman he was indulging.
He bit down on her lip, a bit too hard, tasting deeper, searching for something, anything close to what he'd felt in that brief kiss with Jojo.
Fayre was happy, silently congratulating herself on a job well done.
Poor Jordan must not have been getting any while she was away if the way he was kissing her was anything to go by.
She missed this and their amazing sex, she was already making plans of having him in her bed.
She didn't expect to snag him back so easy but she wasn't complaining though. If anything, she was loving his intense assault on her mouth.
She ground herself into his growing crotch, her loud moans escaping her, rather intentionally, floating in the room.
Jojo's eyes pricked with tears as she did her best to ignore Jordan sticking his tongue down his girlfriend's throat.
They might as well be having sex with the way Fayre's moans were slipping out loud.
The hot tears burned her eyes.
He'd kissed her, so what?
She had no business being jealous because he was making out with his girlfriend.
Even though the lady lacked in personality, in her opinion, she was the definition of gorgeous and she herself wasn't.
He'd even gone ahead to make a point of ignoring her after. That alone should have been hint enough that he regretted it but she'd been too stupid to see it.
The tears blurred her vision until she couldn't see a word of the document displayed on her screen but she didn't let them fall.
She was hurting and she was stupid to be.
When she dared to glance at them, she wished she hadn't.
The mockery of them going hard at each other was too much for her.
She willed herself to focus on her job and pay them no more attention even if they decide to go on and have sex right here in their fucking work space.
The kiss didn't have the desired effect on Jordan.
Rather than assuaging his anger and making him feel better, it was only pissing him off at himself for loosing his head and letting his anger control his actions.
The memory of Jojo meeting the stroke of his tongue, kissing him back enthusiastically, though brief it was, was blocking out the reality of having Fayre now.
He broke the kiss off and disentangled himself from Fayre's exploring hands.
He felt like an idiot at the moment for letting himself get mixed with her again.
He could cut himself some slacks and blame it on his stressed mind but it didn't take away the fact that it was a stupid move.
He noticed the smug smile she flashed in Jojo's direction, like she was that cat who got all the cream.
She didn't change in all the months they hadn't been together.
The need to be in competition with every female who dared come withing five feet of him was still there.
That possessive attitude had been the initial reason for their break up and the reason he won't ever consider getting back with her.
He was nobody's to own.
Jojo was her newest prey but there's no way in hell he'll let Fayre mess with her.
"Mmmmm," She sighed, "that was one hell of a kiss. I missed you too, honey."
The satisfaction lacing her voice didn't go unnoticed by him.
"I hoped to show you a better time than this, you know, she you how much I really missed us. Didn't know you've got yourself an assistant now."
Her hands were back on him, more determined in their purpose. They trailed his body, her eyes screaming 'take me right here, right now.'
He won't lie and say it didn't affect him, his body was stirring with her baiting him with her come hither look.
But she didn't promise the level of intense, satisfactory pleasure that kissing Jojo alone had brought him.
His eyes shot to her direction as the thought of her entered his mind.
She was still clicking away furiously at her computer that he doubted her focus could be broken for a second even if he did something as bizzare as get naked and dance on his desk.
Fayre's hands continued their assauu on him even going as far as popping a third button of his shirt, her fingers relished grazing his exposed skin.
"Tonight, at my place, I'll let you have me any way you want. Let me take care of you." She whispered in his ear.
He was considering taking her up on the offer. It wasnt because he was planning on getting back together with her but he needed relief.
Months of celibacy messes with a man's head.
It is either he gets laid soon or go fucking insane with his needs and desires.
The latter was a more appealing option and if his crazy ex was offering, then why not?
"I'll see you Fayre." Her lips curved in a sly smile.
"I have work to get to," He caught her hand with his and got her off him, "you should run along, I'll see you when I see you."
She sauntered over to his desk to get her clutch bag, swaying her hips to keep his attention on her before she came back and made a show of kissing him good bye.
Jordan didn't begin to feel relief when the door finally slid shut, locking a departing Fayre out.
Her stupid self was still smarting over her boss who didn't give two piece of flying shut if she lived or died.
Why had he kissed her then if he was still with his girlfriend?
Worse still, why had she let him?
And why had she let that single kiss get to her so much?
Way too many questions.
It made no difference if he'd given her the best kiss of her life, he belonged to another.
She bit back the annoying tears that came rushing back into her eyes, blaming the embarrassing reaction on her high stress level.
She had dared to hope that his kiss hadn't been all out of spite and anger.
It had felt like something to her and against her better judgement she'd hoped he felt it too.
Too bad he didn't.
She'd been a fool, his fool, but this was one too many times.
Lesson learned, nothing will ever come of her fantasies which usually starred her insanely hot boss more often than was average.
She turned all that anger coursing truer to determination and focused all her energy on her work, forbidding her mind from entertaining any thoughts of Jordan.
The man has a freaking model like girlfriend, she should always remember that before letting herself view them in any scenario that was in anyway less than professional.
She worked for hours on end, only taking a little break to check with Maria on her mother's health progress.
The card Doctor Thomas had given her still lay on top of her pad right in her top desk drawer.
Her hand hovered over the button that releases the drawer.
She'd already gone through the little note of information way too many times.
She wasn't thinking of going through with Doctor Thomas' advice, right?
She snatched her hovering hand back and placed it back on her desk.
She continued with Jordan's appointments she was going over.
She needed to cancel all his Friday appointments for the week.
He had a function to attend that had come with a late invitation.
No, scratch that, the damn invitation came in a week early prior to it's due date, but he'd told her point blank that he wasn't going to be attending it.
Then this today, after ignoring her all morning, he strode to her table, looking hot as hell in his charcoal gray two piece suit that hinted his solid muscles, and told her we will after all be attending the damn function and she was to clear his appointments for the whole day.
That wasn't even the infuriating part, she had to come along too.
Now she had to deal with canceling his appointments and finding something presentable to wear on a less than forty eight hours notice.
He'd made no room for declining so she'd put on her big girl panties and said, "Okay sir."
It'd secretly made her smile when he'd started receiving those phone calls that made him as mad as he'd made her with that.
Her major problem now was, how in hell is she expected to endure several long hours in the presence of his volatile girl friend who have made it her life's aim to get her fired?
She doesn't have a date, was she allowed to anyways?
She has no bam, jaw dropping dress to go in and she wasn't even sure Maria will agree to throwing in more hours in taking care of her mother.
Now she has to add finding a nurse for the night and asking the Stratton's to let Riley sleep over at there place to the list of her problems.
You can now officially count her fried.
It was just seven pm, give or take a few minutes as Jojo stood outside her house.Whatever function they were attending didn't start until eight but Jordan had insisted she be ready by seven so here she was.She was nervous.Well she was until Jordan's sleek, black Mercedes pulled to a stop in front of her miserable excuse of a home.First, all that nervousness had transformed into a soul ripping pool of embarrassment and then they'd morphed into a sizzling bolt of desire that made her wish she had time to go back in and change her under wear as soon as his door had opened and the man stepped out.He was incredibly hot for lack of better words.He was the perfect blend of gorgeous and sexy. Fuck he gave the words meaning on a whole different level.A Much, much, better level.His whole six feet three body was decked out in a snug fitting,
A fucking princess!That is what Jojo felt like.The perfect, figure hugging, black dress she had on, God bless whoever picked it out, was nothing short of gorgeous.It did wonderful things to her figure, hugging her in all the right places.Her hair had been released from the boring bun she'd done it in and was now in amazing curly waves that flowed down her back.'Miss touchy', whose name she'd learned was Betty, had performed magic on her and she could hardly believe that the woman that had smiled back at her from the wide, floor length mirror was indeed herself.Albeit the surprise it had been and the snarking voice at the back of her head that keeps asking her,'Why is he doing this? What does he want?'she could really kiss him right now.A high crashing thought flitted through her mind.
The front door creaked open and there were footsteps.Meghan knew they didn't belong to anyone she wanted to see in the moment.Not even Layla, the new lady that pops in every now and again to check on her since sweet ol' Maria left, didn't walk like that.For one, they were heavy and patterned and definitely belonged to a male.A big one at that, probably with dirty blonde hair, receding hairline, reeking breath and eyes as brown as they were malevolent.Fear clogged her throat, stealing her already shallow breath and a slight tremor shook her thin body.Doors were being thrown open, she could hear it, and there were more footsteps now.He'd brought people with him.She knew who that devil in her house was and what he was looking for but he'd have to literally take her to hell to get it.She prayed to every God listening&
Jordan stood stiff at one corner of the small waiting room, the only moving part of his physique were his eyes following Jojo's petite figure as she paced the length of the room.He didn't even notice Brad standing awkwardly at the other corner of the room nursing a fraction of unease.He wasn't acquainted with the woman in question, so the same level of tension and fear wasn't expected of him.Neither was it expected of Jordan but he'd known the woman.She'd been like a second mother to him while he was growing up because he'd spent half his time during childhood at the Collen's home either waiting for Jojo's lazy ass to get ready or dropping her off and ending up staying over.He knew exactly how Jojo felt in the moment and he wanted to go to her and hold her, she needed someone to promise that everything was going to be okay and he wanted to be her man but he couldn't. Didn't dare.
The ride to Jordan's home was quiet.Jojo stared out of the window, wondering why she'd given in to the bizzare idea of staying with him even if it was only for tonightMaybe because she had Riley to consider.Carl Stratton had dropped her off at the hospital because his family and himself were going out of town for a few days and there had been no where else to take her.Or it could be because Jordan had pulled that sexy, commanding voice on her.Riley's small body snuggled into hers and her hands instinctively wrapped around it.Apart from responding to Riley's enthusiastic greeting back at the hospital and coercing her to give in to his deal, Jordan haven't said a thing and Jojo worried that he already regretted offering in the first place.He was opening his home to his mere PA, and the added baggage of her family, of course he regretted it already.
Jojo couldnt sleep.She lay restless on her bed, still turned on from earlier in Jordan's room and frustrated from her unsatisfied desires.She felt bad because for heavens sake, she should be up worrying about her mom and the mystery behind her present condition but no she was up craving the touch of the man that was her annoying boss!The thought of getting herself off wasn't appealing to her, not when Jordan was the prize.She got off her bed, ready to chanel all the energy fueling her sexual frustration into something else.Anything other than lying here would be better.She went past the wide, sliding door and into the other room to check on Riley.Jordan had insisted that she let the little girl have her own space when he'd carried her in and without giving her a chance to negate him, he'd done as he'd suggested and carr
Jordan heard it too.The sound was foreign to him probably because it's been so long since he'd been around a child.But it had been loud enough to have penetrated the fog of passion that had cocooned Jojoba and himself.He took a deep breath in a bid to calm himself and then he gently released an already pushing Jojo who was still trapped by his body on the island top.He didn't let her jump down."Let me go," she fussed beginning to sound pissed, "that scream was from my sister and you want to carry on from where you stopped? God!"He moved, pulled her down and then dropped her hand like it was some scalding hot potato.His face closed up, losing all trace of emotion.He could have told her that he'd only held on because he'd wanted her to calm down and try loosing the 'I've just been in a heated make ou
Except everything was actually wrong when she got down stairs.Starting from the fact that against all her hoping that Jordan wouldn't be down here, he was to the alerting absence of her human buffer, also known as Riley.Of course, the damn universe had to be working against her all the while she was making up her sweet defence plans only so it could get a good laugh at her and her situation.She prayed to listening gods that Riley would just run into the room or better still just pop out of somewhere in the room like some 'jack in the box'.Jordan sat in the single sofa that faced the great view from the wide window, his attention focused on something on his phone while he idly held a mug she was sure contained black coffee with no creamer and only two sugar cubes.He looked formidable like that and even formidable looked sexy on him, power suit and all.Her eyes moved from him before he could catch her staring and focused on the more important things like searching the room and fig