In my apartment.
Dancing to Thriller.
“Holy fucking shit!” Jordan screams as he drops to the floor, urging me to fall to the ground with him. I duck behind the couch as he army crawls to the window and reaches up to pull all the curtains shut. “They can see us!”
“What the fuck is with this person! Why are they doing this? Listen…I know you don’t want to go to the police, but we are in over our heads here. We need to involve the authorities.”
He stands up wearily, as if he’s unsure the curtains are truly blocking the view.
“Yeah. Yeah…you’re right. Let me call my dad and have him get a discrete security detail here. Kenni…” He extends his hand to help me up. “I know you don’t want security, but we’re beyond that point right now.”
I throw my arms wide. “Jordan, we need to call the police!! This has gotten out of hand.”
“What do you think this person is going to do if we call 911? They are around here, somehow watching us, which means they’llknow.All we’re going to do is piss them off even more than they already are when they see a bunch of cop cars pull up outside the building.” He places his hands on my shoulders, his eyes bouncing between mine. “I know you’re going to call me Richy Rich when I say this, but Ray, our head of security, is legit the best at this kind of shit. He is a former CCIS.”
“What the hell is CCIS?”
He huffs a light laugh, easing the tension a bit, as he drags his fingers down my arms to hold my hands. “Canadian Central Intelligence Service. It’s like the CIA here in the States. That’s basically the police, right?” I drop my chin in a stilted nod. “Let’s run this by him and get a security detail here. I’ll make sure it’s discreet, and no one knows that’s what they are doing but us.”
I run my hand down my face, all of this adding to the shit day I’ve already had. “Okay.Fine.I’ll allow it. I just can’t imagine who would be doing this. Should we stay somewhere else? It’s one thing for them to send a creepy bear via delivery, but it’s another to send a picture of us doing something that happened less than five minutes ago.”
He pulls me in tight, his grip like a weighted blanket, calming me down amidst all the chaos. “I think we stay here. You have a doorman downstairs, and we can get some security here ASAP. I think if we move locations, they’ll be watching and follow us out. We fly out to Denver in the morning, so let’s just get through tonight, and we’ll figure out a plan from there.”
I nod my head against his chest, “Okay,” the only word I can muster out.
I don’t know who is trying to scare us, but it’s fucking working.I’d still rather call the police, but as much as I hate to admit it…he’s right.
“Come on,” he says, dragging me back to the couch. “Now that we’ve got the windows covered, let’s find another movie to watch, and we’ll order in some food while I send a message to Ray.”
“So you’re going with the ‘feed me and tell me I’m pretty’ method?”
“I didn’t say you were pretty—I’mthe pretty one, remember?” he says with a smirk.
I double down on my glare, teasing him with a little smack on the arm.
“Plus,” he says, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “I would never call you pretty. That word doesn’t come close to how beautiful you are. You’re gorgeous, Kenni,” he says as he presses his lips to mine. “Now, come on…let’s watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.”
47
jordan
Ihate travel days. We get our meals, take them on the plane, eat them on the way to land in another city, then practice, work out, and have dinner. It’s honestly more exhausting than the games. Add in the fact that I’ve been worried sick about Kenni all fucking day, and I feel worse than a dying phone battery with no charger in sight. I know she’s here in the hotel. I gave her strict instructions not to leave. I feared for my life at the glare she gave me, but was also rocking a semi at the fire in her eyes. However, she reluctantly agreed it was safer for her to stay put. Ray has a guy stationed in the lobby. I saw him earlier, draining some of the tension from my shoulders, but still.I need to see her.I need to see she’s okay.
Walking into my room, I kick off my shoes and beeline to the adjoining door. How in the hell this arrangement keeps happening, I have no clue, but I’m not questioning it.
The door swings open before I even have a chance to knock. “Wow, that was fast, did you hear me come in, or?—”
Lips slam into mine as she pushes me back into my room, shoving me down onto the bed.
“Hi.” She climbs on the bed, her legs straddling my hips as my dick throbs against her. “This okay, pretty-boy? You need to use your safe word?”
“Hi back,” I respond with a smirk. “And yes. This is one-hundo percent okay. More than okay; this isokayto the nth degree.”
She laughs as she leans down to slide her nose along mine. “I’ve been cooped up in this roomall day,thanks to you and your security detail,” she whispers between kisses along my neck. My hips press against hers as I wrap my arms tighter, pulling her close. “I’m stressed with all this stalker shit,” —another kiss on my pulse point— “and there’sonething thatalwayshelps me relax.” She draws out her words as she reaches for the waistband on my joggers, my dick twitching in response. This woman overwhelms me in a way I never could have imagined.Fuck, I want her to overwhelm me in every way possible.
“This…” I pant, “This is what you do for stress relief?”
My stomach grumbles, making her stifle a laugh. “Sounds like you’re hungry.” She moves her lips to my ear, “I don’t have any frites, but I do have something else you could eat.”
