“Umm, yes, I am.” I have trouble with meeting new people, and his charisma throws me off center.
He tries to pull me in for a hug, and thankfully, my new bodyguards step into his path. “No touching. No flirting. No looks. Bosses rules.” I have to hold in my laughter at the stricken expression on the man’s face at Trainer’s words.
Tugging on the front of his jacket, he pulls himself together. “I’m Mr. Maxwell’s new assistant, Wyatt. If you need anything just holler.”
Nodding my head, we walk away. “I’m exhausted,” I sigh as they lead me down a hall to what I assume is Jordan’s office.
“Imagine how bossman’s feeling by now.” Dodge snickers and I can’t help joining him.
Shouting can be heard from behind closed doors as we approach. When Trainer goes to open it, I stop him with a hand on his arm. “Shouldn’t we wait?”
“Nope.” The instigator just grins as he opens the door.
“It’s your funeral,” I mutter walking past both men as I admire my sexy husband entrenched in a serious conversation.
“I don’t care. We had a contract. He set the terms, I paid the money. In case you are forgetting…I. Get. The. Product.” Oh, Jordan looks fierce as he tries to keep his calm. Watching him in this environment is oddly arousing. I fight the urge to go to him until he finishes his phone call. “Fine! Tell him if I don’t have the materials we need by the agreed upon date, I’ll be going after his company for twice the amount I paid, and win. He’ll never have another contract again.” The slamming of the receiver makes me jump as this powerful businessman spins around, a growl leaving his chest that nearly stops my heart.
He still hasn’t seen me, and I don’t know how given the two brutes standing behind me. He looks exhausted now as he hunches over his desk, head hung low between his stooped shoulders.
“Jordan?” My words are tentative. I’d hate to have that same anger aimed at me.
When he looks up, his face is strained, his eyes are stressed, and his lips are pinched like he choked on a lemon. Our eyes meet, his dark orbs swirl like perfectly melted chocolate, and they heat up so quickly I feel the air around us electrify as he stalks towards me.
His body coils, ready to strike like a snake on the hunt.
My body hums with arousal and awareness of his power.
His breaths are heavy and hoarse.
My heart is ready to belong to him.
Jordan
I shouldn’t have come in today. I knew it. Wyatt greeted me as soon as I entered the building and has been on my ass ever since. He’s efficient at what I’ve given him so far, but the dude needs to learn to shut the fuck up occasionally. Thankfully, my old assistant didn’t want to stick around after she learned there was proof that she was the one making all the passes at me and left without any trouble.
When I found out one of our suppliers hadn’t even shipped the materials that we’ll need in three days, I became fucking pissed. I’ve spent th
e better part of the morning trying to get a hold of the little prick. His assistant kept telling me he was out of the office all day. When I contacted his attorney about the breach of contract, the idiot had the gall to give me dumbass excuses that a toddler could spin better.
After threatening the man with a lawsuit, I’m ready to put my fist through a fucking wall. But hearing her soft voice call my name, raises every animalistic instinct in my body to come to attention.
Seeing Megan’s uncertain body standing in the middle of my office sends my libido skyrocketing with the need to lose myself in her. Striding over to her, I watch as her breathing picks up, her essence permeates the room, and a growl is ripped from the deepest parts of me.
“Get out,” I grumble at Trainer and Dodge. They’ve been two of my best friends for years, so when they laugh, I let it go, knowing their day will come. And when they’re fighting for the attention of the same girl, I will laugh with glee.
“Jordan.” Megan’s soft plea draws my attention from the closing door.
Grasping the front of her dress, I tug her to me as I step forward. “I’ve fucking missed you.” I know I sound angry again, but it’s this need I have for her.
“Is everything alright?” Her hands pet my chest as I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her unique scent.
“It will be,” I mumble against her soft flesh. “Once I’m inside you.” Her gasp is the opening I need to plunder her mouth. The grip I have on her hip is going to leave marks. I know it, and she likely knows it, too. Neither of us stops it.
Her moan of desire has me deepening the kiss and tangling our tongues together like we are mating. The world melts away as my precious surrenders to me.
“Jordan,” she sighs against my lips. A whisper and a prayer in the single sound.
“Mag-pie,” I groan as she grinds herself on my thigh. “Baby, you gotta stop, or I’m going to take you here and now.” It’s the only warning I’ll give her.