Gemma:I really thought this guy was the one
Gemma:Well…at least for tonight:)
Gemma:Wat R U doin?
Jordan:Working
Gemma:So lame!
Gemma:We’re going out as soon as you get back home!
Gemma:Get you some dick!
Jordan:Sure. Sounds like fun. The going out part. Not the dick part.
Jordan:Okay, maybe the dick part too:)
Gemma:We won’t take Neil (the slut!). He’ll ruin it for both of us
Jordan giggled but before she could respond she heard a knock at the door. She tossed the phone on the bed and walked across the small room to open the door.
Oh!
Dear!
God!
No Fucking Way!
She didn’t know if her jaw had dropped, but it definitely felt like her mouth was hanging open. Tyler stood on the other side wearing running shorts and a sleeveless black vest. His brown hair was damp and disheveled. His arms were just… And his chest was so… God, he was hot!
Literally.
Figuratively.
Physically.
Just. So. Fucking. HOT!
His eyes were taking her in as well. He had the same look on his face as he did when he showed up on her doorstep at eleven o’ clock at night, the same look of shock. She could understand why. Just like that night, tonight she was also a total mess andshe suddenly felt very self-conscious. Her hair was untidy. Her shirt was creased. Her shorts werewaytooshort. There was a tiny consolation. At least she’d waxed her legs.
Why did he have to keep showing up unannounced? He could at least give a girl some warning. She ran a quick hand over her hair as an attempt to tame some of the rebel strands, reminding herself over and over again that Tyler wasn’t the type to judge.
“Hi,” he said.
She took a few moments to collect herself before she spoke. “Hi.”
“So I was out running—”
“I see that.” It definitely wasn’t something she could have missed.
“And on my way back I thought I’d get us some real food.”
He dangled the brown paper bag displaying those beautiful golden arches and she wanted to throw herself at him.
“Oh, please say that you got me a Big Mac.”
“Jordan, we have spent enough late nights at the office for me to know your preference. Of course I got you a Big Mac.” He smiled a heart-stopping smile. “And for the woman who eats ice-cream for breakfast, I got this too. I know it must have been difficult to go without it for two days.” He reached into the bag and took out an Oreo McFlurry and she had to resist every urge to grab him and shower him with kisses.
