He shakes his head. “No girlfriend. I’m single.”
I somehow manage to suppress the urge to give a fist pump. “Ah.”
“And gay.”
Feels like my cheeks might cramp because I’m not used to smiling this much. I hope my expression doesn’t scare him. “Good.”
His gaze meets mine and holds for a moment. I’m absolutely certain he’s into me.
I can’t remember when I last spent so much time perpetuallyhard, either. Not like I can do a damn thing about it right now. Although coaxing him into the restaurant’s bathroom and bending him over the sink is a tempting idea.
No, Leo. Bad Dom.
Throughout lunch, Jordan adorably gets lost staring at the restaurant’s architecture and taking pictures of various elements, including the tile floor.
While he’s distracted doing that, I take a few pictures of him and make it look like I’m checking messages on my phone.
I could fucking kill Chris and Kev.
Or kiss them, maybe. Either one.
Igetit. Chris getsmassivecredit for not pulling me aside long before now and lecturing me about torturing myself with this nebulousthingElliot and I have.
Or don’t have, I suppose, depending on how you want to look at it.
Part of me wonders if Chris skewed his decision to hire Jordan for the position not because he and Shae wanted to give a Florida student the gig but because Kev reported back how adorable Jordan was, and Chris wanted to gigmeinto motion.
I wouldn’t put it past him. Fucker’s sneaky.
Here’s the problem—Jordan’s staff. I mean, campaign staff, not federal staff, so we’re talking about different ethics rules, I suppose.
He also won’t be here for long. Just until January, early February, at the latest.
He’s fucking adorable, yes, but I’ve already got one long-distance relationship going on and the dude lives in thesamefucking city as me.
I can’t deal with another one.
Can I?
* * * *
After lunch we still have plenty of time, so I take Jordan on a cab tour of the city’s main sites. Gives me a great excuse to watch him.
Adorable.
Yeah, I know that word was previously reserved for use when referring to Elliot, but…
Damn.
The longer I spend with Jordan, the more I’m quickly falling hard for him.
Which is stupid and dangerous and reckless.
Yup. All of that. I know it, too.
Obsessive. Don’t forget obsessive.
And creepy, if I’m being totally honest, here.
