“But you’re not cheating. If you were dating?”
“I don’t cheat. I never betray a trust.” This is kind of fun.
His head cocks to the right again. “You can tell me to mind my own business.”
I smile. “I would, if you’d treaded anywhere yet that I needed to.”
The waitress arrives with our orders, and I’m a little disappointed because I have a feeling that will end Jordan’s line of questioning.
But he surprises me once we’re alone again. “I have a hard time trusting,” he admits. “Mimi helped me with that some, but I grew up with parents I knew would likely reject me and having to keep my secret from everyone. Mimi’s friends all welcomed me in as an adopted grandson. She taught me to have self-respect and be choosy.”
“Those are good things to learn young in life.”
“Yeah.” He slowly chews a bite of scrambled eggs as he studies me again. “Any personal advice for me?”
I’m not used to feeling off-balance like this with someone. Not sure if I like that feeling or not. “In general, or about me in particular?” I’m being slightly smart-assed, but his gaze doesn’t waver from mine.
“Either. Or both.”
I glance around just to make sure no one’s paying any attention to us and drop my voice. “I have a lot of patience. But if you break my trust, you never get it back. I value honesty and loyalty and give it in return.”
Jesus. Those gorgeous eyes of his. His blond eyelashes dust his cheeks with every blink, and I wonder what they’d feel like brushing against my balls.
“Good to know,” he says, smiling, and my cock throbs in response.
Damn.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
By the time we reach the office, I’m feeling emotionally whiplashed. I’m honestly not sure if Jordan’s into me or not. Ithinkhe is, and my sadist has decided he wants Jordan.
When it comes to himself personally, it would seem the kid is confident as fuck, no doubt about it.
Where his weakness lies is not having as much confidence in his professional abilities and experience level, and Igetit. This would be an intimidating situation for anyone to get dropped into, regardless of their work experience.
After we leave our things in my office, I introduce Jordan around to everyone in the office today and then take him to the IT manager, where I shuffle him off onto her for a little while. That means I can stop by Elliot’s office.
He’s alone, and when I slip inside and lock the door behind me, he actually smiles when he removes his glasses and starts to slide out of his chair and to the floor.
That’s a damn sweet smile I haven’t seen in for-fucking-ever, it feels like.
Also makes me feel guilty as hell for the great time I had with Jordan this morning. And last night.
I sit in his chair and he snuggles between my thighs so I can hold him, massaging his scalp. “How’s my pet?”
“Good, Sir. Thank you for last night.”
“Anytime, baby. Just ask. That’s all you ever have to do.”
Same old song. Next verse, same as the first.
He buries his face against me with his arms wrapped around my waist and just breathes for a moment. I feel the tension draining from him but he’s not nearly as bad right now as he has been in recent days.
Fortunately, he doesn’t bring up any deep topics of conversation. He sits there and soaks in these precious few minutes before I glance at the time and know I need to get him vertical again because his transition team staff have a meeting with him.
I rub my chin in his hair. “Feeling better?”
“Yes, Sir.” He looks into my eyes. “Thank you.”
