She smiled wanly. It was clear that his betrayal and subsequent ill behavior had affected her deeply. “I know it wasn’t your fault,” she replied softly. “But I appreciate it.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Excuse me.”
I watched as she left the room and walked quickly to the restroom across the hall. It was difficult to watch a person experience that much pain. Never again would I allow someone close enough to hurt me like that. It wasn’t worth it.
I was packing up my laptop and notebook when Jordan returned to the conference room. Jeanette was still in the restroom and likely would be for a while.
“Have a drink with me tonight.” It wasn’t a question, nor was it a command. More like a declarative statement.
I looked up, taking the time to study him. The same heat I’d experienced earlier returned and I knew that I wanted to do more than have a drink and an hour long conversation with this man.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I heard myself reply. My hormones screamed in protest, but I ignored them.
He stared at me for a moment, his gaze growing sharper. “Why is it a bad idea?” he asked.
Since the question seemed sincere, I answered, “I don’t date.”
His brows lifted. “Ever?”
I shook my head and zipped my bag.
“What about sex?” he asked.
I found myself smiling at his bluntness. “Sex isn’t dating.”
He grinned back at me. “You prefer to keep things simple, is that it?”
“When it comes to relationships, yes,” I replied with a shrug. “I’m not interested in the effort it takes to maintain a relationship, especially with my work schedule, but I like sex.”
Jordan moved closer. “And if I tell you that I’m not interested in anything more than something casual?”
My mournful hormones perked up at his words, eager to get a piece of him. “Then I’ll reconsider my answer.”
“Would you like to come to my place for a drink tonight?” he queried, moving so close the soft fabric of his pants brushed my knee.
In my three-inch heels, I was nearly eye-to-eye with him. At this distance, his eyes were a unique blend of light blue and pale green. The pull was just as strong as it had been the moment we met. No, it was stronger. Those eyes were magnetic, drawing me in despite my better judgment.
“Give me your address.”
