“I’ve never known anyone who hunts,” Jordan responded. “I’ve always been curious though.” Her eyes fell back on me just as I finished processing her employee setup in the computer. I folded my hands into one another with a small smile. “What do you like about it?”
“My whole life my family has always been paperwork and banking and numbers. When I was in college, my friend took me hunting with him and I fell in love with it immediately. It gets me out of the office and allows me to get in touch with my inner alpha.” I stared into her. “He’s a hunter.”
Jordan’s eyes flared with excitement and her bottom lip pinched under her teeth. It was hypnotic. I would give anything to walk around my desk and kiss her, but I resisted the urge. She wasn’t ready to be brought into the second part of the arrangement just yet. We wanted to give her plenty of time to get into the swing of managing the kids without all of the dads complicating her life with our needs. Once we got involved, it was a whole different ball game.
“Maybe I’ll get a chance to hear more about your hobby sometime,” Jordan quipped, and it almost seemed like she was flirting, but I didn’t let that thought settle in the dust.
“I’ll tell you about it whenever you’d like,” I replied. I couldn’t think of many things I wouldn’t do for her whenever she’d like.
“Good to know,” Jordan responded. “Did you need anything else from me?”
I was enjoying her company so much, I forgot she was there for a specific reason. “Oh, uh, no. I think I got all I needed from you. Benefit information will come in next week and then you can opt in or out. Whatever you decide, any added benefits will be covered by us outside of your monthly salary.”
Jordan nodded. “I understand. Thank you.”
I stood up and walked around my desk and opened the door. Jordan approached me and when she turned to look at me, I dared to reach my hand out. She had a stray hair cutting loose from her ponytail. I slid my hand along her face, snagging the errant strand with a finger and tucked it back behind her ear.
“Have a wonderful rest of your day.”
Jordan’s face was turning red quickly. “Th-thank you. You t-too.”
I smiled at how flustered she was. I wanted to do so much more to her than just flick a piece of her hair, but for both of our sakes, it was good that we had chosen to wait.
After all, she needed to be able to walk to take care of our kids.
6
Cade
A Week and a Half Later
It had been a long time since I was getting home while it was still light outside. The seasons were changing and it was getting darker earlier already, but I traditionally worked until late into the night. The D.A.’s office was calming down and matters weren’t as pressing, so it seemed I was going to have a little more time to spend with Nova and continuing to get to know Jordan. I needed to know how much Nova sang her praises. Move over Santa Claus, move over Tooth Fairy, a nanny was here, and according to my princess, she was the best thing since sliced bread.
I couldn’t deny that Jordan seemed like the complete package. She was good looking, smart, funny, and seemed to care a lot for the kids. She was so attractive that when I took a shower, I had to stroke my cock and give myself the release I’d been denied getting from a woman for a few months now. After I was done, I washed my body, put on a pair of my favorite comfortable sweatpants and a tank top and made myself comfortable in the living room. I got the most recent kids movie, made Nova’s favorite spaghetti and was just waiting for Jordan to drop her off. She had ballet that evening as opposed to the weekend because she had a recital coming up.
I was just finishing getting ready when I heard the front door open. Typically, I was just walking in at the same time Nova was getting home, so when Jordan rounded the corner and saw me totally dressed down, her eyes popped out for a moment. It was nice getting that sort of reaction from her.
“Hi,” Jordan greeted.
“Hello,” I replied. I looked down at Nova and laughed. She was standing, but she was barely awake. “Hi, princess.”
She still had her hand gripped tightly around Jordan’s. “Hi daddy,” she murmured. She rubbed her eyes and let out a huge yawn.
I looked up at Jordan. “Someone’s probably not going to make it through the movie and spaghetti I made.”
Jordan giggled. “No, probably not. Recital season is tough, little Nova is learning.” She reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope and handed it over to me. “They took pro pictures today, though, and I know I may be slanted in my opinion, but Nova’s are definitely the cutest.”