Jordan
Shit. I can’t make Thursday work. I’ll be in the Hamptons. I can’t believe I forgot. Friday?
Dammit.
Sure. Friday it is. I just want to get you moved in… discreetly. And as soon as possible. Avoid talk. We don’t want people noticing you suddenly hauling all your shit into my place. Maybe start taking some things over tomorrow and stay at my place. We can get the rest this weekend.
Fuck.I’m suddenly nervous. What if this all backfires and blows up in our faces? Jensen saw right through it. Why wouldn’t anyone else?
Jordan
You want me to go play wifey in your massive penthouse and sleep in your bed while you’re gone? Done and done. You don’t have to ask twice. Might even go there tonight. Will Maggie be there?
She’s ridiculous. Acts like she didn’t grow up rich. Her grandfather’s wealthy as hell. He’s been beyond generous, even after everything that went down with her dad.
I thought you weren’t sleeping in my bed. And why do you need to know if Maggie will be there?
Maggie’s my housekeeper. She comes three times a week to clean, do laundry, and pick up and drop off my dry cleaning.
Jordan
I’m not sleeping in your bed when you’re in it. But if you’re not here? Sorry, rich boy, I’m a boujee bitch. I love luxury sheets and pillows. And sometimes I like to walk around naked. Need to know if Maggie will be there.
This is a real-life rags to riches, isn’t it? Just sweeping you off the streets so your Christian Louboutins don’t get dirty. Poor thing. Enjoy your sleep, princess. And Maggie won’t be there until ten tomorrow. Knock yourself out... but I have the cameras. If I see you naked, I’ll assume you want me to. I won’t be mad, babe.
Jordan
Creep.
Let Mikey know I’m coming.
I thumbs up the text, and send a quick message to Mikey, letting him know Jordan will be coming and going and to let her up whenever she needs.
Jordan
Wait… are there cameras in the bedrooms?
Bathrooms?
I shake my head, grinning.
You’ve never cared before.
Alley comes into the living room carrying a beer and two sparkling waters. She holds the beer out to me. “Here.”
“Thanks, Al.” I take it, setting it on a coaster on the coffee table.
She sets her and Jensen’s water down, then drops onto the couch beside him with an exhale, threading her fingers through his.
He presses a kiss to her temple. “Thanks, babe.”
Another text comes through.
Jordan
It’s different now…
I’ve seen your tits, babe. That hasn’t changed.
