CHAPTER EIGHT

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,