Chapter Five Jordan
Chapter Five
Jordan
I almost didn’t answer my cell when Gavin’s name appeared on the screen, my phone vibrating in my hand. Not because I was mid-swallow, my vitamins going down my throat, and I really couldn’t speak yet, but because I knew he wanted something.
And the only thing I was in the mood for this morning was my run.
That was a lie.
Maya was also on that very short list.
“What are you doing right this second?” my brother asked after I answered.
These early-morning calls from him were wearing me thin. He knew I lived by a schedule. He knew if I was awake at this hour that I wasn’t sitting in front of the television, picking my goddamn nose.
“I’m about to go for a run. The same thing I do every morning at this time.”
A run I’d been thinking about since Maya left me under the bridge yesterday with my dick still hard from her perfect pussy and my brain still blown from how she’d agreed to let me fuck her in public.
Before she told me why I was the only lucky man whose cum she’d swallowed, she’d taken off. So today I was hoping to get that answer and another taste of her.
A deeper taste.
A fucking longer taste.
“Don’t go,” he said. “I need you to get dressed and meet your driver downstairs. He’ll be there in ten minutes. He’s going to take you to the airport, where I’ll be waiting for you.”
I ground my teeth and pushed away from the kitchen counter to head for the elevator. “No.”
“But I haven’t even told you why we’re flying out.”
“My answer is still no.”
“Jordan, we’re meeting with Andrew Clover in three hours to discuss the deal. No is not an option. I need you at that meeting.”
Again with that goddamn man and his neediness.
Why the hell wouldn’t he just sign off on the offer so he wouldn’t have to put up with us anymore?
“Let me guess”—I paused when I reached the end of my living room—“he’s on another island getaway with his girlfriend?”
“He’s in Chicago. Meeting with another potential buyer.”
My head rocked back, and I shouted at the ceiling, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Because I’m asking you to skip a run? Or that he’s requesting to talk to us in person? Or that we now have competition?”
“All of it.”
“Our attorney sent him our counteroffer. Within an hour of the email going out, his assistant called our assistant to set up this meeting. He’s interested. Now we just have to seal the deal.”
“But now there’s another buyer who’s come into play, so Clover is going to try to milk us for more. We’re not fucking bending, Gavin. That motherfucker has no idea who he’s dealing with.”
“So you’re telling me you’re coming to Chicago?”
I sighed.
Since becoming a father, Gavin had softened. At one point he’d been this unstoppable wide receiver, leading the league in yards and touchdowns, outmaneuvering every defensive back.
Now he needed me to finish off the negotiations even though the dirt I had on Clover would seal the deal.
Maybe I wouldn’t have been so fucking salty about the whole thing if I hadn’t been mentally planning on meeting Maya at our usual intersection, which should be happening in roughly six minutes.
My dick had been hard since I’d opened my eyes this morning. I’d been thinking about how badly I wanted to take her under the bridge and how I needed just one more taste.
But this time, I was going to use my mouth first, licking that delicious cunt, not just fucking it.
When I still hadn’t given him an answer, Gavin uttered, “I need you, Jordan. I wouldn’t say that unless I meant it.”
My sigh was even louder than before. “All right.”
“I’ll see you in thirty minutes,” he said, and the line went dead.
“I’ll take a scotch,” I said to the flight attendant before she even had a chance to ask what I wanted.
“Of course,” she replied and turned toward Gavin, who was sitting in the center of the plane in a recliner. “What can I get you?”
“Coffee. Black. Please.” Once the flight attendant had headed for the galley, Gavin said to me, “You do realize it’s only a little past seven in the morning? And we’re flying to an extremely important meeting?”
“It sounds like you’re judging me.”
“I am.”
“You shouldn’t. I can hold my liquor.”
“I need you sharp, Jordan.”
I was on the couch with my laptop open on the table in front of me, getting caught up on my inbox. Not even bothering to look up as I typed out a reply, I said, “I know what you need. I know what our company needs. Stop worrying. I’ll deliver like I always do.”
I appreciated the quietness, until he interrupted it with, “Did you notice the flight attendant?”
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “No.”
“Hold on a second. She’s a new hire, and you’re going to tell me you didn’t notice what she looks like?”
“That’s what I just told you—”
“I’m calling bullshit.”
I finally glanced at my brother. “Bullshit?” I peeked toward the galley.
Blond, big tits. Average height. She looked similar to the last flight attendant, who’d wanted a job with more normal hours and transferred to our corporate office.
That had left the flight attendant spot open on this jet, so HR had obviously replaced her. “She’s fine. Whatever.”
“‘Whatever’?” He chuckled. “You have a thing for flight attendants. I don’t believe a word you’re saying right now.”
Gavin’s eyes were the same shade of cobalt blue as the spandex Maya had worn during one of our runs.
There she was again.
On my goddamn mind.
“I fucked one flight attendant—I wouldn’t call that ‘a thing,’” I barked.
But it had certainly turned into a thing.
Aside from the two corporate jets our company owned, Gavin and I had bought a jet that we shared for personal use, and I’d ended up banging the flight attendant who’d been hired on.
That had led to her wanting more, which made me instantly done, and an extremely uncomfortable conversation had to follow.
Flight attendants, going forward, were off-fucking-limits.
“And you’re telling me you don’t want to sleep with that one?” He nodded again toward the galley.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
He placed his arms on the armrests on either side of him and slid toward the edge of his seat. “Something’s up with you.”
“Nothing is up with me. You’re being dramatic.” My stare returned to my laptop screen.
“But you normally want to fuck anything with two legs and a pussy.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re exaggerating.”
“I am?” He waited, and when I didn’t respond, he said, “What about the waitress we had last weekend at dinner? Or the executive who came in a few weeks ago and tried to pitch us a whole new line of liquor for our sports venues, or the—”
“I get the point.”
“Then what is it?” His eyes narrowed. “Has your dick fallen off?”
I laughed. “No.”
“Did you get someone pregnant? Is that why you’re not interested?”
“Hell no.”
“I’m not going to stop until you confess. Not when I know there’s something happening with you.”
I let out a long sigh.
“Holy fuck.” A smile crept across his long face. “You met someone. That’s what this is about. You met someone and you like her and—”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“But I’m on the right track, aren’t I?” I could feel his eyes moving right through me—a talent only my brother had. No one else had ever been able to read me. “Yes, I am . . .” He got up from his seat and joined me on the couch. “It’s about time too. Tell me all about her.”
“Fuck,” I grumbled. “You’re single. Isn’t it about time you settled down?”
“This isn’t about me.”
“It’s not about me either,” I snapped. “Besides, I told you, don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“But there’s someone. At least admit to that.”
When I exhaled, my nostrils flared.
One of the best parts about hockey was that I could get out my anger on the ice. There was no direct cause of that feeling that constantly pulsed through me; I was just born with impatience and an overall desire for everyone to move faster, work more efficiently, and do a lot less talking.
Without hockey, I relied on running and the gym—two things my brother had taken from me today.
“Here’s what I’ll admit,” I said. “If the flight attendant doesn’t hurry up with my scotch, first I’m going to choke you out, and second, I’m going to walk off this plane.”
Gavin laughed, a sound that only got louder. “I was right. You met someone.”
“How long have we been waiting in this room?” I asked my brother, my knee bouncing, my foot tapping on the hardwood floor.
If his answer wasn’t forever, I wouldn’t believe him.
Because I was positive we’d been sitting in this conference room, somewhere inside the hotel Clover was staying at, for a goddamn eternity.
“At least an hour,” he replied.
“Fuck this.”
“Where are you going?” Gavin held on to the small table we were sitting at like I was about to pick it up and throw it.
“I’m going to go find him.”
“Is this the scotch talking? Or is this really your plan?”
I laughed. “Settle down there, you fucking drama queen. I had one scotch, followed by breakfast. If I was feeling its effects, I wouldn’t have waited an hour to go find him. I would have done it after ten minutes.”
“Play nice!” Gavin shouted as I left the room.
I walked down the hallway, and before I got to the lobby, I passed the entrance for the spa. I wasn’t more than a foot beyond the door when I heard it open. I turned around, and a woman was coming out. It took only a second before I realized who she was.
Timing: Sometimes it worked against me; today, it was sucking my dick.
“You’re Sylvia, am I right?” I came to a stop, waiting for her to catch up, and once she did, I matched her pace.
“Yes.” She eyed me, pulling her bathrobe closer together, her other hand going to the towel wrapped around her hair. “And who are you?”
I held out my fingers. “Jordan Worthington. We met when you and your boyfriend were in Costa Rica. My brother and I came to your suite and chatted about purchasing Andrew’s NBA team.”
“Oh yes.” She grinned and gently shook my fingers. “I thought you looked familiar.”
“I’m just going to be frank with you, Sylvia.
I’m sure you’re used to that, given the kind and patient man you’re dating.
” I winked to rub in the sarcasm. “I’ve been waiting for your boyfriend for the last hour, and he still hasn’t showed.
I’m fed up and leaving, so I would like you to relay a message to him. Would that be okay?”
“I’ll call him—”
“No need.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and while I moved my face close to hers, I held my cell above us and snapped several pictures.
I’d use it as evidence of my encounter with the mistress in case it needed to come into play later.
“Please let him know that the last offer we made is more than fair. It’s also our final.
We’re not going to play this back-and-forth bullshit game of how many more millions he can squeeze out of us.
He’s going to agree to the contract our attorney sent over, or I’m going to send his wife the pictures I took of you and Andrew kissing in Costa Rica. It’s that simple.”
Her eyes widened. “That wouldn’t be very nice of you—”
“He has twenty-four hours to sign the contract before I release the photos. The choice is up to him.” I smiled. “I hope you enjoy your time with him in Chicago. Looks like he treated you to a facial.” I added some beef to my smile. “Must be quite the spa. Your skin is glowing.”
“Mr. Worthington—”
I ignored her plea, completely tuning out everything she said as I turned around to go back down the hallway, entering the room where Gavin was waiting. I wasn’t at all surprised to see that he was still alone when I came in.
“Let’s go.”
With his phone in his hand, my brother turned toward me. “We can’t leave yet. We haven’t talked to Clover—”
“Yes, we can. The deal’s done. Time to head home.”
“It’s . . . done?”
I waved the air, letting him know I wanted him to get up. “I ran into Sylvia and gave her a message to deliver to her boyfriend. He has twenty-four hours. I would suspect by the time we get to the plane, our attorney will have the approval in his inbox.”
“You spoke to her? Instead of him?” His brows rose.
“I think it’ll be more meaningful if the message comes from her.”
He slowly shook his head, his smile growing. “You’re a sick motherfucker, you know that?”
I’d done what it took to get this over with as quickly as possible so I wouldn’t miss tomorrow’s run.
But for my brother’s benefit, I chuckled and said, “And now I’m an even richer one.”