Page 16 of One More Night
SEVEN
Corinne
Two can play at his game. So what if the man is over six-foot of pure muscle mass that promises multiple orgasms? Doesn’t mean he can walk on in to my place of work and demand a second chance.
Huh.
If he hadn’t stumbled across me today, what would he have done? I can bet your cotton candy ass that it wouldn’t have been look me up and ask for a second date.
Date. Ha! The man wouldn’t know a date if one slapped him in the face.
Ugh. I groan as the lift reaches the lobby, well aware that it took all of my strength to turn him down just now. The man is utter sex on a stick, and hell, the sex he gave me the other night was nothing short of amazing.
I’d totally do him again.
And it’s that very thought that will get me in trouble.
I dig my phone from my purse as I step out onto the street to head for the deli. I have cash and firm instructions from Ted to pick up something Gluten free since he’s on a new health kick. The streetlights reflect off the screen of my phone as I thumb through to Sarah’s number.
“Babe, I need help.”
She chuckles down the line. “What have you done?”
“He’s here.”
“Who?”
“He is.” I wait at the street corner for the walk signal. “Jordan.”
“What? How? Did you find him?”
“He found me.” I step off the curb and shrug my shoulders a little higher to ward off the early evening chill. “He’s doing a job for Ted. Can you believe that?”
“Did you talk to him?” The rustle that cuts through the earpiece tells me she settles in for the deets.
“I did.”
“And? Stop drip-feeding me information, woman!”
I laugh, side-stepping a couple that walk the opposite way to me. “He asked me for a second chance. Tried to come off all casual, pretending he was pleasantly surprised to see me, but I put him in his place.”
“I bet you did,” Sarah says with a laugh. “Will you?”
“Give him a second chance?”
“Mmm.”
“No!” I arrive at the deli with five minutes to spare until closing. “He doesn’t deserve it,” I reason before muttering under my breath, “Man-whore.”
“You could at least have a little fun,” Sarah urges, mimicking my exact thoughts.
“I’m not that kind of person, babe.” I get attached, far too easily. “Besides, what if Chase heard about it?”
“Why would he? Do you tell him about every casual fuck you get?”
“Hon …” The server catches my eye, awaiting instruction. “Hold on a minute.”
With my hand over the mouthpiece, I order gluten free wraps for Ted, and a fancy looking pulled pork roll for Jordan. Clearing the place of pastries, I end up with an enormous bag of discounted goodies to take back to the office.