It’s been years since Jordan stayed here in Chicago with me.
The last time was for a holiday dinner with my executive team here. She came as my date… and later as my fuck buddy.
Pun intended.
My phone dings.
Jordan
My flight gets in at 4:10 tomorrow. I’ll grab an Uber and be to you a little before 5?
There she goes again. I shake my head.
You don’t need to Uber. I’ll pick you up.
Jordan
You sure?
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.Women.
No—just Jordan.
I’m sure. Btw the toilet in the spare bathroom is clogged. You might just want to set up camp in my room.
Jordan
Shit. Are you serious?
I chuckle.
I’m trying not to take offense. But didn’t you just say you were looking for opportunities to have sex? #DoorJustOpened.
Jordan
You’re so full of shit. You think I don’t know you? Toilet’s fine. See you tomorrow. #DoorClosed
I slide my phone onto the desk and let out a low, helpless laugh. “Fuck.”
I lean forward, rest my elbows on my knees, and plant my face in my hands.
Tomorrow she’ll be here. In my space. And somehow, I have to figure out how the hell to open the door she just slammed shut.
Because there’s a twelve-year-old boy who still needs me. And there’s nothing I won’t do to give him everything he deserves, and more.
I navigateto Terminal Five at O’Hare. The traffic’s not too bad, pretty light for a weekend.
A moment later, I spot Jordan at 5B with a full-size suitcase. No surprise there. She’s never been one to pack light, even if it’s only for one night. She needs five outfit options for every occasion, including what she’ll hang out in at the houseandsleep in. And then, of course, she packs her entire bathroom. It’s ridiculous, and even though it’s always been a pain in my ass when we’ve traveled internationally together, I’ve never complained.
She’s feminine. She takes pride in being a girl, classy and beautiful. And just when you think she’s too prissy, she shows up in the bedroom fully loaded with the sexiest lingerie, toys, and an arsenal of moves designed for destruction in the best fucking way.
Jordan smiles and waves when she sees me, anddamn,my heart does something unexpected.She looks good.
A dress?Why in God’s name is she wearing a dress? It’s casual—sporty, even—not her usual style. But it’s short. And hot.
My cock jerks in response, like I need the reminder that Jordan’s fucking gorgeous.
I don’t.
