Chapter 14

Brittney’s pov.

I heard a soft knock on the door. At first I was shocked cause I wondered why someone would come knocking on my door by this hour.

“Brittney are you there?”

I immediately figured it was Jordan and jumped out of my bed to open the door. He looked like he had just fought an unseen battle.

Beads of sweat formed in his forehead and on his arm and I stared at him with wide eyes.

“Can I come in?”

I stepped aside without a word, letting him in. He muttered a quiet “thanks” as he walked past me, clearly uncomfortable. The room was dim, just the soft glow from a bedside lamp illuminating his flushed face and sweat-drenched shirt.

“What happened to you?” I asked, closing the door behind him.

“The air conditioning in my room is broken,” he said, running a hand through his damp hair. “It’s like a sauna in there. I called the manager, but they can’t fix it untill morning. And apparently, the hotel’s fully booked.”

I frowned, my eyes flicking to the single bed behind me. “So…. you came here?”

He nodded, a little sheepishly. “I figured I’d ask. If it’s too weird or makes you uncomfortable, I’ll survive the night in the lobby or something.”

I hesitated. This was…. Unexpected. My boss is standing in my room at midnight, sweaty and restless, asking for a place to crash. Part of me knew it wasn’t ideal. But another part… the part that had always admired him from afar… was curious.

“It’s fine,” I said, grabbing an extra pillow off the armchair. “You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

His brows lifted. “No way. I’m not taking the bed while you curl up like a pretzel on that thing.”

“Jordan….”

“We’ll share,” he said. “I promise to stay on one side.”

My breath caught in my throat for a moment but I nodded. “Okay.”

He gave a small smile, then turned towards the bathroom to freshen up. I sat on the edge of the bed, heart racing, trying to calm the nerves building up.

It doesn’t matter, does it? Just one night, just sleep. Nothing more right? But what if it happens? What if we ended up on each other’s body?

I gasped then slapped my self for having such thoughts. He’s just my boss nothing more.

Few minutes past and Jordan was out of the bathroom. His sexy abs and muscle made my heart skip a beat. His fluffy hair had become wet and dripping and his towel was tied around his waist.

For fucks sake how am I going to survive this? The sight of him alone does magic to my body. Oh how I wish to get laid tonight, it had been so long. Way too long.

My core was pooling with my wetness and my nipples ached, making it erect over my night ware. He turned towards me and I quickly looked away, using my arms to cross over my chest trying to hide my erection.

He finally turned back and wore a T-shirt and shorts he must’ve pulled from his overnight bag. I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

“Hope you don’t mind I used your body wash,” he said casually, drying his hair with a towel as he walked over to the bed.

“No, it’s fine,” I mumbled, still not meeting his gaze. If I looked at him again, I was sure I’d combust.

He climed into bed beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight. We both lay there, for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling like it held answers to this awkward, tension-thick situation.

“Thanks for letting me crash here,” he said quietly. “I know it’s…. not ideal.”

“It’s okay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “It’s not the worst thing.”

He chuckled softly. “What is this worst thing?”

“Probably me trying to pretend I’m not affected by having you half-naked in my room,” I said before I could stop myself, immediately regretting it.

The silent stretched for awhile, then I heard him shift beside me. “ you’re not alone in that, you know,” he said. “You think I haven’t noticed how beautiful you are?”

His face drew close, a little too close. Close enough that we were breathing the same air. His gaze softened as he stares deep into my eyes.

My heart skipped a beat. Maybe two. My body almost betraying me, leaned in indistinctively, drawn to the magnetic pull between us.

His face inched closer, and without realizing it, my eyes fluttered shut anticipating a kiss. But then, nothing.

I opened my eyes to find him watching me, not with desire, but amusement. Between his fingers, he held a thing strand of thread.

“It was on your hair.” He said softly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Oh,” I chuckled nervously, as I looked away modified. I had been so certain, for something that never came. I swallowed hard, trying to brush out embarrassment. “Here I was thinking you were about to….”

“Were you expecting something else?” He teased. I could feel the smile on his lips without even looking at him.

I glanced back at him, flustered. “What was I supposedly expecting?”

“A kiss maybe?”

God. He was insufferable. How could he say that so boldly, like it meant nothing?

I turned sharply and narrowed my eyes. “Hey!” I snapped. “If you think I’d ever kiss you, then you’re dreaming! You better wake up from that fairytale real fast.”

I sat up, grabbing a pillow, ready to take refuge on the couch. But before I could move, I felt his grip gently around my waist.

“I dont think slepping on the couch is a good idea.” He whispered.

But then I shook off his grip, “I’ll take my chances.” I muttered, storming off to the couch like some stubborn child clinging to pride.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said as he slipped underneath the duvet.

The couch was cold and every second felt like a mistake. My back ached, my neck tensed and the blanket barely covered me.

I sat up eventually, glaring at Jordan’s peaceful silhouette on the bed. He slept like he slept like he didn’t have a care in the world, like he hadn’t just turned my emotions upside down with a teasing smile.

My mind wandered to how I had been living before now, how everything went down with Tony and how he never wanted me back. I began scrolling through our chats, the moments I felt we were in love, the moments I long for.

A tear slipped out before I could stop it. I sniffled quietly but the more I tried to contain the ache, the more it broke through. Silent tears turned into sobs and soon I was unravelling.

“Brittney, are you okay?”