Page 17 of One More Night
Perks of coming in at the end of the day.
“You still there?”
“Yeah. I put you on speaker so I could finish painting my nails.”
“What do I do, then?”
Sara sighs. “It comes down to one simple question: do you want to jump his goddamn bones again?”
“Yes.” Undoubtedly.
“Then stop messing around with the guy and show him you’re in charge. Let your freak flag fly and have some fun, babe.”
“You make it sound so easy,” I gripe.
“Because it is.”
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The power-save function on the lights has left the cubicle area in the dark as I return to the office. I make my way carefully through the unlit room toward the glow of the boardroom light.
Ted leans over the table resting his weight on both palms as I pass. Jordan reclines in his seat with arms spread on the backs of the ones either side. I swallow back the desire that blooms at the sight of him stretching the shirt he wears to capacity, the feel of his arms and shoulders beneath my hands a pleasant memory.
My conversation with Sarah rolls through my mind as I prepare the food on a couple of platters. Fun with the guy sounds like heaven, especially after the way he effortlessly took control of my body on the weekend. But how can I be sure I can pull this off without falling for him?
I have a history of wearing my heart on my sleeve, and each hit to my vulnerable ego when the relationship turns south leaves me a little more fragile than before.
Getting tied up with a sexy stranger is danger enough, but when that sexy one-night hook-up is the same guy I’ve fantasized about for years … huge red lights flash in warning.
I pull a deep cleansing breath and lift both platters to take the men their food. Ted spots me first as I enter, Jordan’s focus now on the laptop open before him.
“Thanks, Corinne.” Ted straightens, stretching out his back.
The tapping on Jordan’s keyboard stops. I daren’t look. Not when I want to hold on to the illusion of disinterest a little bit longer.
“Have a late start in the morning if you like.” Ted reaches for the wraps, pinching one between his fingers. “These the GF kind?”
“Yeah.” I nod, chancing a look Jordan’s way in my periphery.
He stays with his head down, hands on the laptop, yet his eyes are firmly on me.
“Do you need anything else before you go?”
“You have coffee in that break room?” Jordan rumbles.
I let my gaze fall on his handsome face; sighing internally at how perfect he looks peering out at me from under those dark brows. He has the intense looked nailed down, that’s for sure.
“How do you have it?”
“Creamy and sweet,” he answers without hesitation.
Damn him. My cheeks flame from the clear innuendo. “I’ll be right back. Would you like one, Ted?”
“Nope.” He shakes his head, finishing his mouthful. “I’m good.”
I can feel Jordan’s eyes on me as I exit the room, and damn if that doesn’t leave me wanting. His collar had been loosened, his sleeves rolled to the elbow. Knowing what he keeps hidden underneath that business attire makes the tease twice as powerful.
My hands shake as I pull the coffee from the canister; the granules spill over the counter. I sweep them into the small sink, and try again.