That’s how I end up hanging around for another hour while Jordan talks with Shae, Chris, and Elliot. Obviously, even though Jordan’s signed an NDA, we’re not telling him about the more intimate relationships between any of us, and the triad is playing it cool.
Jordan’s amazing, sweet, and funny in a non-obnoxious kind of way. Even Elliot’s secret death glare seems to mellow out somewhat the more he talks with Jordan.
Thankfully, young Jordan appears oblivious to my boyfriend’s jealousy. Although, I will admit I’m a bit of a dick and low-key flirt with the kid.
Because, let’s be honest, he’s a freakingkid. I’ve got sneakers older than Jordan. He’s young enough to bemykid. Even though he is gorgeous, and talented, and yeah, I can imagine him bouncing up and down on my dick.
As in my dick is seriously plotting how to make this happen. Not that I think Jordan would sleep with me, given all the circumstances. Besides, he’s campaign staff.
Which means some harmless flirting to maybe egg my recalcitrant boyfriend into de-assing his head is fine, right?
Right.
That’s what I’ll tell myself, anyway.
I give Elliot one last chance when Jordan’s almost ready to leave. I pull Elliot aside and drop my voice. “Are yousureyou don’t need me to come over tonight? I can drop him off at his hotel and come back here and ride with you.”
He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment before shaking his head. “No,” he softly says. “I’ll be heading home soon.”
Maybe I’ve overplayed my hand on this. Maybe he really means it when he’s trying to shove me into some other guy’s arms. “I don’t mind,CongressmanWoodley.”
I don’t like the way his gaze drops to the floor and how he crosses his arms over his chest. “No, it’s all right, Leo,” he quietly says. “Enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll see you tomorrow, if you’re coming in.”
It’s tempting to drag him back to his office and lock us inside for a chat but, after sevenyears, how am I supposed to make him change his mind if he’s too locked down by fear?
“Yes, sir,” I say, partially gutted by the irony of using that word for him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I gather up Jordan and his things, and my laptop case, and after a final round of good-byes where I can see the anguish building in Elliot’s gaze, Secret Service gets us a cab and we head out.
Why shouldIfeel guilty about this? Isn’t this exactly what he’s insisted should happen?
Not that it can happen with Jordan. Nope, not at all.
But I can use it to my advantage, can’t I? Give him a taste of the reality of his choices without crossing any lines?
“Congressman Woodley seems very nice,” Jordan notes.
That kills me, too, because I have to play referee between them. I can’t let Jordan know how Elliot really feels about him. I mean, I don’t know for sure how Elliot really feels about him, but I suspect it won’t be happy thoughts once he learns more.
“He is. I hope the two of you will get along well.”
“I have so many questions. I don’t even know what I don’t know.” He looks right at me. “If you wanted to come up to my room to talk, I’d like that.”
My throbbing cock wants to answer for me. I suck in a deep breath and hope I sound calm. “I’d like that very much, thank you.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jordan’s room is in a decent hotel. His room has a mini-fridge and a microwave, and a king-sized bed. It’s not a suite but it is on the large side, with an ample desk, table, and sitting area with a couch and chair. It also has two TVs, one for the bed and one for the sitting area.
He laughs as he lets us in, and it sounds so light and airy I have to reel in my heart. “Sorry it’s a disaster.” He left a lamp on, but he flips on more lights.
If this is his idea of a disaster…
I don’t even know where to go with that metaphor. He’s got four large suitcases, but he’s already hung up clothes in his closet, and everything that’s been unpacked is neatly arranged. This room isliterallythe exact opposite of a disaster. It looks staged for a travel magazine shoot.
“It’s larger than my dorm room was,” he says. “This is an upgrade, for me. And like I said, it’s nice not having a roommate for a while.” He lays his things on the bed. “Except I don’t have anything to offer you in the way of beverages, sorry.”
“That’s fine.” I set down my laptop case and take off my coat, because I want to be here for a while.
