Ellie’s Place

Look back at Ellie helplessly. She’d have to call Melody when she was alone again. Talk to her somehow, but Ellie wasn’t sure when she’d be alone again. Not with the way Jordan was watching her. Watching wasn’t the best of words to call the assessing stare he was giving her. Whatever he saw, he clearly liked what it was.

Even out of his work clothes, his wardrobe was impeccable. From the tailored dress pants to the t-shirt he wore. She bet that t-shirt cost a good amount. There wasn’t a t-shirt in any bargain shop that fit like that. She bet it came from some men’s only boutique. She bet he wore it out with a sweater tied about his shoulders, too. Even his belt matched his shoes. Every lock of blonde hair was in place and even now he didn’t sport a five o’clock shadow like any mortal man.

Malcolm was just like him. But with his hair being dark and he still wore a suit. These two men had a style that many men would be jealous, and women would want to, well, f