12. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
"So, do you have any questions?" Blaise asks as I finish scanning over the letter of offer.
I shake my head slowly — too surprised and frazzled by it all. He's been way too generous, and even though it's good for me, I can't help but worry it's going to reflect back on him.
"You went above and beyond," I mutter, rubbing my right temple. "Honestly, I would have been happy with half of this."
Blaise looks at me, shocked. "It's pretty standard stuff, Sky. Except for the business loan — I may have overstepped there, but I wanted to."
Giving him a sly smile, I pick up the pen and sign on the dotted line. "I adore you, Blaise. Honestly."
"Don't — you'll make my head big," he warns with a laugh. "So, I've finished getting the laptop set up. I'll take you through the software and we'll go from there. I think if we stick to six hours a day for now, that should be sufficient. We can adjust as need be. Besides, we want you finished in time for your date tonight."
Amused, I take the laptop from him as he hands it to me, the software already opened. "It should be fun. I told Jordan I'd take an Uber to his house tonight. He has a lot of meetings this afternoon."
"You should invite him over for dinner one night," Blaise says, placing his own laptop in his lap. "It would be fun."
"We could do a double-date," I offer.
Blaise's face tightens slightly, but he gives a small smile regardless. "Sadly, I don't think Nathan will be down for it. But I still want to meet Jordan more officially. He seems really lovely, and you're happy, which is the most important thing."
"I am happy," I repeat, confirming his words. "It's weird. I went from feeling so miserable and broken, to suddenly having this new zest for life."
"You deserve it," he says strongly. "Honestly, fuck Jake. He's a piece of shit. If he can't see what's in front of him, it's his loss."
I nod, feeling a lump in my throat. "I still wish I had answers though. He's just vanished off the face of the planet."
"Don't spend any more energy pondering it," Blaise replies. "He doesn't deserve it. I'm sure he's out there, being his usual miserable self. I never did like him much."
We spend the next few hours going over the software, Blaise filling me in on his day to day functions, as well as what specific help he needs. I suppose it does help that I have a bit of a business background, so I was easily able to pick up on things, making my way through the first lot of tasks.
By the time mid-afternoon rolls around, I've lost track of time. I'm thoroughly engrossed in the work, enjoying the change from packing orders.
"You should go get ready," Blaise says with a rough voice. He's been on the phone all afternoon with clients, his throat hoarse from back to back conversations about IT matters.
"I guess so," I answer, stretching my legs out. "Same time tomorrow?"
He nods, smiling. "Are you sure you don't want a lift?"
"Yeah, it's fine. It's better I do something for myself. I don't want to rely on you guys too much," I laugh. "Besides, now that I have this fancy new job, I can afford an Uber."
Blaise smirks, shaking his head. "Alright. Off you go, tiger."
Knocking on Jordan's door, I sway slightly in bustling anticipation. It's only been two days since I saw him, but it feels like forever. When we're together, it feels like time flies by. But as odd as it is, it doesn't feel long enough. He has this way of making me feel so comfortable and at home, that no amount of time feels like enough.
Footsteps echo towards the door before he pulls it open, giving me a bright grin.
"Sky!" he beams, pulling me in for a hug.
I hug him back, temporarily drowning in his scent as it washes over me. "Hi, stranger."
"You're just in time," he says, offering me his hand.
"Just in time for what?" I ask, kicking off my shoes as I step inside.
Jordan grins slyly, making me suspicious. "I have a surprise for you."
"Oh, no," I laugh. "Should I be worried?"
"Very," he chuckles, leading me towards the kitchen.
I didn't get much time to explore downstairs last time, and while the last rays of light are still flickering in the sky, I'm able to see his house for what it is.
The golden daylight bounces off the glass windows, illuminating the room. I didn't notice it last time in the dark, but there's a sliding glass door in the corner, a set of steps outside.
I put my bag on the kitchen counter, letting him lead me to the door. The cool evening breeze hits us, gently blowing my hair around as he pulls me down the steps.
The steps swing around the side of the house, and my mouth drops open when I spot an outdoor jacuzzi, overlooking the tree tops above St. Devil's Creek. The bubbles are splashing, little puffs of steam billowing off the water.
"You have a hot tub?" I remark, heart racing in excitement.
"I sure do," he says, leading me over.
As we get closer, I notice a small table undercover. Atop of it is a modest charcuterie board, two glasses, and a bottle of wine white.
"You're kidding," I gasp. "Jordan, this is incredible."
He leans down, kissing me, his soft lips feeling like home. "I told you — we're going to celebrate. I should have told you to bring your swimsuit, but I didn't want to give away the surprise. Also — I figured it would be more fun if you didn't bring a swimsuit."
Playfully smacking his arm, I lean in, pressing my body against his chest. "You're amazing. And very cheeky. But no complaints here."
"Good," he murmurs, tugging a piece of hair behind my ear. "Nothing but the best for you."
Is it possible to be falling for someone so quickly?
I ignore the swirling butterflies in my stomach and the feeling of anxiety as recognition dawns through me. I'm definitely falling head over heels for this man, and it's happening so quickly, there's no way to stop it.
I'm still choking on words which he realizes, pouring me a glass of wine. "Here," he says softly, handing me a glass. "Have a drink and relax. I've got the temperature set nice and hot. We can bring the cheese over by the edge."
He pulls off his shirt, laying in neatly on a nearby chair. I stand, frozen, watching as he undresses, revealing all his glory.
When he kicks off his brief trunks, he looks at me, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Are you going to get undressed at some point or is this a one-man show?"
I shrug. "I'm happy with either option."
He steps over to me, plucking the glass from my hand. "Baby, I'm going to get you wet one way or another. It's up to you which way you want that to happen first."
Little does he know…
Taking a deep breath, I pretend to sigh, reaching for my cardigan. I slip it off my shoulders, letting it hit the ground with a soft thud. My top comes off next, followed by my jeans, until I'm left standing in my bra and panties.
Jordan sips my wine, watching me carefully. "Keep going," he says, but there's a quiet demand to his tone.
Locking eyes, I remove the remaining layers of fabric, until we're both standing naked facing each other. I lean forward, grabbing my wine back from him as I turn and slowly, while looking over my shoulder at him, step down into the hot tub.
He shakes his head, an all knowing smirk on his face as he grabs the charcuterie board, wine bottle, and glass, and places them by the edge before climbing into the warm water.
Bubbles splash around me, my body instantly relaxing in the warmth. I sit in the corner, leaning against the fiberglass of the tub, gazing at him with wonder.
Grabbing a piece of cheese, he moves through the water towards me, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. "Open up," he says huskily.
My lips part for him, his mouth cocking up in a smile as he pushes the cheese and his thumb inside. I deliberately let out a little moan of enjoyment, closing my eyes as the savory flavors hit me.
Jordan smashes his lips against mine, shocking me, the cheese half-forgotten in my mouth. I moan again, but this time because of him, and he lifts me up in the water, pulling me into his lap.
"You're a little minx," he growls, arm snaking around my back. His fingers trail down my spine, hands grabbing my ass.
"Do you have a problem with that?" I ask cheekily.
He grabs my hand, bringing it between our bodies. He guides it to his hard cock, wrapping my hand around it. "See what you do to me."
Biting my lip, I stroke him, enjoying the intoxicating power of knowing I drive this man just as crazy as he makes me feel. "Well, it's only fair. You do the same to me," I tell him.
His hand on my ass glides further down. "Oh, really?" he breathes out, fingers finding my pussy. "Let's find out."
I gasp as he slides two fingers inside my body, pumping them in and out. I try to match his rhythm, my shaking hand stroking his length.
Suddenly, his resolve snaps, and he pulls his fingers from me, pushing my arm away. In one swift move, he impales me on his cock, my legs tightening around his waist as we connect in the water.
"Let me show you what you do to me," he growls, thrusting up into my pussy. I clench around him, the water splashing over the edges of the hot tub as he slaps himself against me.
I'm just starting to get lost in the moment, when from somewhere, I hear a faint ringing. I'm almost too far gone to pay any mind to it, but Jordan slows down, easing out of me.
"Stay here," he whispers, kissing the base of my neck. "Keep touching yourself. I want your fingers inside your pussy at all times. Do you understand?"
I nod, peering at him through hooded eyes. "Okay…"
I watch as he stands, climbing out of the hot tub. He grabs a towel from a small cabinet next to the table, before disappearing out of view up the steps.
My hand reaches down, fingers easily gliding through my folds as I play with myself in his absence. I'm not sure when this newfound personality made its debut, but I have no complaints. It's exhilarating — the feeling of being free and enjoying life is something I missed greatly.
I rub my clit, switching between the swollen, aching spot to my entrance, pushing a finger inside. It feels like an infinity, but finally, I hear footstep heading back near the steps.
Feeling adventurous, I stand up in the tub, sitting on the edge with my legs spread so he can see everything when he comes around the corner. I continue playing with myself, fingers buried deep when I spot him. He locks eyes with me, before they shoot down to my pussy with a heated appreciative look.
It's the exact reaction I wanted. Except I didn't count on one thing.
And that was the new figure that appeared behind him on the steps.