She’s avoiding eye contact now. I’m wholly wondering ifIwasn’t on her mind this week. After Tuesday, I disappeared on her. The spark of chemistry we shared was palpable, but my duties lie elsewhere right now. And as hard as it was for me to not show up the next day, it needed to happen so I could focus. The thing I realized is the rest of the week I was the least focused I’ve ever been. It’s safe to say it was more of a distraction when I didn’t get to see her in the morning than when I did.
“So, when does this shoot take place? Are we leaving now?” I ask, changing the subject.
She checks the time on her phone. “I’ve still got an hour and a half before I’m meeting up with the couple, so you can go. Maybe not even show up at all,” she says with a fake smile.
I take a step forward, and she cranes her neck to look up at me, swallowing as I invade her space. I’m easily a foot taller than her and the animal inside of me loves our height difference. She’s the perfect size to toss around in the bedroom and dominate. I usually pick women who have a little more height on them and who are sturdier. The thing is, Jordan may be pint-sized but she’s hardly breakable I’m coming to realize.
I brush up against her and lean down so my mouth is next to her ear. Her breathing is uneven, and her chest is heaving. Good. She’s just as affected as I am. “I’ll see you in an hour,” I whisper.
Her eyes are heavy and she’s chewing on that delicious bottom lip.
If she would turn her head a little more our lips would touch.
I smirk and reach around her for the doorknob.
The sound of the door opening breaks her out of the spell she’s under, and I take a step back. “An hour,” I reiterate, not leaving any room for discussion.
“Please don’t come.” she begs one last time. It falls on deaf ears because there’s no way I’m leaving her alone today.
It does earn her a full smile though. Something I find myself doing more and more around her. “Oh, I’ll be coming alright.”
She walked right into that one.
Chapter 8
Jordan
Iwalked right into that one, I think as I close my apartment door and lean against it.
How did I forget that he was so tall? The man towers over me like a giant and it’s giving me all sorts of bad ideas. Or good, if that’s the way you want to look at it.
I rub my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache between my legs. The man is sex on a stick and my pussy one hundred percent agrees with me.
I move my way into my small bathroom and toss my top and shorts on the floor. Maybe a shower will help me forget about Lucas’s handsome face.
As I shampoo and condition my hair, exfoliate, and shave, my mind starts to reel. It’s a little weird that Lucas just showed up on my doorstep this morning. I’m not one to easily trust people. Ironic, I know, because I don’t find it hard to meet up with strangers for my photography. But this is different. It feels like he’s actively trying to infiltrate my life.
It kind of threw me off guard when he said that he was a bodyguard. Although it does make sense with how he handled Kyle the other day. His explanation seemed a little sketchy onhow he found out about the incident yesterday, but a quick text to Mary while I was putting his phone number into my phone confirmed their interaction. She said, and I quote, “What a nice man. He’s so handsome.” I almost wanted to roll my eyes. It seems he got his hooks in her real fast.
There’s a part of me that thinks he’s stalking me, but an even deeper part likes the idea. Ugh. I’m so screwed.
This man is so out of my league it’s not even funny. There’s no way he’s stalking me. He just has a savior complex, I’m sure of it. He most likely pities me.
I should probably check the dating app and try to go out with someone. Maybe it will get my mind off of my hot knight in shining armor. I still have time to find my forever person, but I feel like it’s never going to happen at this point. I grew up watching my mom and dad fawn all over each other, their love for one another never wavering. And that’s the kind of love I want. My mom always told me that when the right one comes along, you’ll know. I’m just not sure if she meant that I’ll know right away or if it’s going to take some time.
Regardless, I wasn’t sure if I would ever see Lucas again. When he didn’t show up the rest of the week after not missing a day the prior weeks before, I didn’t know what to think. After two weeks of barely making eye contact with me and then suddenly making an uncomfortable amount of eye contact, there was a hopeful part of me that thought maybe a man like him might actually like me.
Or maybe the guy flirts with everyone. Heiseight years older than me. What would a guy like him, with a serious job and professional background, want with a meager barista who does photography on the side?
He wouldn’t.
After getting out of the shower and drying off, I lotion my whole body with my favorite vanilla moisturizer, and then slipon a pair of my favorite white lace panties. I rummage through my closet, finding a black spaghetti strap skater dress in the back, and throw a hot pink chunky cardigan over the top because it’s slightly chilly outside but will get hot later. I don’t look too far into the fact that I haven’t worn a dress in years, or that I’m blow-drying my hair instead of letting it air dry.
When I’m all done, I pop a piece of bread into the toaster for breakfast and reheat the caramel macchiato that he brought me.
Penny should know better than to give a stranger any information about a friend, but she must have figured out that this was my Bond man and went with it.
After buttering my toast, I make my way over to the window and pull back the gauzy curtain an inch. When Lucas walked away, he got into a large black SUV across the street. A completely different type of vehicle than I thought he would have. He looks like a Charger or Mustang man to me. His car is parked in the same spot, and I can see him leaning against the headrest sipping his coffee.
