Mom died in a car accident, her car broadsided when a man ran a red light. We understood that anything could happen to any one of us at any time. He wanted our last words to one another to be of love. Just in case the worst happened.
I climbed into my car and headed for home. As I drove, I thought about my conversation with Dad regarding Jordan. I wondered what Jordan would have to say if I told him I wanted to introduce him to my family.
I grinned. Jordan was unpredictable. His response could range from anything between politely concealed horror to wry eagerness. He found amusement in the strangest situations.
I had been home for a bit and I was getting ready for bed when my cell phone rang.
As if I’d conjured him up with my thoughts, it was Jordan.
“Hey, there,” I answered, shoving the phone between my ear and shoulder so I could shimmy into my pajama pants.
“Hey, yourself,” he replied.
I suppressed the shiver that wanted to race through me at the sound of his deep, accented voice. The man could make a mint narrating audio books. His voice was that amazing.
“How was your dinner with your father?” he asked.
“Delicious.”
“Really? Where did you dine?”
I smirked at his formal language. I didn’t know anyone else who spoke quite the way he did. “Dad cooked. He made my favorite dinner. Well, my favorite of his limited repertoire.”
“And what was that?” Jordan asked when I trailed off.
“Fettuccine Alfredo. He grills the chicken and adds just the right amount of cheese and garlic to the sauce. It’s got close to half a million calories per plate but I love it. Actually, that’s probably why I love it.”
Jordan chuckled in my ear and I wandered over to my bed, pulling the blankets back.
“What did you do tonight?” I asked him as I settled back against the padded headboard on my bed.
“Well, I ate dinner, but nothing so appetizing as pasta. I worked for a while and now I’m lying in bed, talking to you.”
“What a coincidence. I’m lying in bed and talking to you as well,” I declared.
He laughed again, the warm, velvety sound sweeping over me with the effectiveness of a physical caress. “I wonder what else we could do together tonight.”
“That sounds like an interesting proposition,” I replied, settling deeper into the bed.
In the end, I discovered something new about Jordan. With his deliciously dirty mind and dark, decadent voice, he could make me come just as quickly over the phone as he could when he was in bed with me.
After we hung up, my body was limp and sated, and I had a smile on my face.
