When Everything Comes Together
If someone had told her a few months ago that she would be dating Tyler Evans, she would have thrown a slap at such person and the words delusional idiot would have burst out of her mouth.
But they’d been together for a little over a month now and life couldn’t be more perfect.
They disagreed on many things, yet they never really fought.
They knocked heads all the time, yet the challenge kept things interesting.
There were still the occasional belittling articles of her in the tabloids, but that was the only con and quite easy to ignore.
As the newness of their relationship faded, so did the office rumors.
Now they were beginning to enjoy the feeling of just being a normal couple.
Quiet dinners, romantic weekends away, watching movies, double dating with Matt and Gemma (and Neil).
Everything was pretty ordinary, pretty mediocre, pretty damn fantastic.
Jordan caught the scent of freshly baked goodies before she actually saw Margo.
Even though their deal had ended in August, Tyler still tried something new from her tray each week.
He rarely liked the alternative, so Margo still set aside two cream donuts with the added chocolate ball just for him.
She peered down at the tray and studied the variety before reaching for a tart.
“That’s got an apricot filling,” Margo warned.
“Okay. That one’s got caramel,” she said idly as her eyes swept over the tray. “He won’t eat that one…Maybe…No…What about this one?”
“Peanut butter.”
“Okay, let’s try it.”
She took two and placed it in Tyler’s box of treats. After Margo went off to serve the rest of the finance department, Jordan picked up the spiral bound booklets and the box and took it to his office.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” he said, a smile instantly lighting up his face. “What are we trying today?”
“Something with peanut butter.” She heard a light groan, which was the only kind of protest she got these days.
It was clear from the look on his face that he needed some time to brace himself for it, so she moved the conversation back to business.
“Cost analysis per building for the last quarter,” she said, placing one of the booklets on his desk.
“Board pack for your meeting on Friday. I went all out this time. There’s pie charts in there and everything ’cause I know you hate numbers. ”
He smiled. “What would I do without you?”
The last report was dropped on his desk. “And here are my budgets for the next six months. It needs to be approved. I’m still busy with the segmental reports. It should be ready by Thursday.”
“Sometimes I can’t keep up with your efficiency, but I’ll get—” His smile disappeared when Matt stepped into his office.
“Matthew.”
“Tyler.”
“Trouble?”
“Fremont.”
“Bad?”
“Got it covered. Victor?”
“I’m on it.”
“Lunch meeting?”
“Tomorrow.” Tyler nodded his head towards her. “Jordan.”
“Gemma. Thursday?”
“Sure.”
“See you later, Ty.”
Tyler released a heavy sigh as Matthew walked out. “Sorry, Jordan. These are going to have to wait. There’s an emergency and Matt’s panicked.”
Her eyebrows creased. Matt looked and sounded completely normal to her. Then again, she hadn’t understood much of their conversation. “What exactly were you and Matt talking about?”
“There are some structural issues at the new building in Fremont. Matt’s trying to settle the angry tenants, I’m going to talk to Victor so he can get his team to fix it.
He’s probably going to fight us tooth and nail.
That’s why Matt suggested a lunch meeting in case Victor tries to strong-arm us for more money again.
But I’m having lunch with you today and he’s having lunch with Gemma tomorrow, so we agreed on Thursday. ”
“Yeah…I didn’t get any of that,” she said with a giggle. “How do you know there’s structural issues? He didn’t say anything about that.”
Tyler looked at her like the answer was obvious. “His tone, Jordan. I told you he’s panicked.”
She shook her head. This was probably one of the reasons why Tyler didn’t open up about his feelings. He’d spent the last nineteen years around someone who could read his mind and vice versa. “I’m going to leave you to sort out this crisis,” she said, blowing him a kiss. “See you at lunchtime.”
The phone rang as she headed for the door.
“Hi, Bridgette…Yes…Jordan’s here,” she heard Tyler say behind her. “Who’s looking for her?”
She turned around and his brown eyes hardened.
“Timothy Coldwell?” He kept his gaze locked on hers and forced a smile. “Tell him she’s unavailable…Thanks, Bridgette.”
“Did I detect a hint of jealousy?” she asked when he hung up the phone.
“I didn’t think it was that subtle to be called a hint. What does he want?”
He couldn’t even admit he was jealous. Fighting back a smile, she walked back to his desk. “He bought a new company and he’s called a few times to see if I’m interested in a job.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s not the only thing he’d like you to be interested in.” His face twitched for a second and his jaw tightened. “Shall I give him a call?”
“No. I can handle him.”
“Alright. When you speak to him, tell him to read the tabloids. You already have a millionaire boyfriend.”
“I will.” It was so stupid. A few words and she was blushing like an idiot. She hated all the mush that came along with this man. She needed to put a stop to it. “Wait! Hang on a second. You’re just…a millionaire.” And she did a great job of coating the word with repugnance.
He grinned. “Afraid so.”
“All this time I thought you were a billionaire. Sorry, Tyler. This is where it ends for us.”
“God, you’re fussy!” He kept a straight face the whole time. “Tell you what. Just slum it with me until someone richer comes along.”
It was impossible to hold her giggles in.
He was getting pretty good at this joke thing and that just added more mush to her overflowing bucket of soppiness.
“Okay, Mister Evans.” Placing her elbows on his desk, she lowered herself down to his eye level.
“Until my billionaire sweeps me off my feet, I guess you’ll just have to do. ”
“You know, you have extremely high standards…for a secretary.”
That one cracked them both up, had them laughing until their faces turned red. “Fuck off!”
“What?” he asked as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “Too soon?”
An opportunity to answer wasn’t given. He pressed his mouth against hers. It was brief and restrained, like all their other less than chaste kisses they’d been sharing at the office lately.
“Now stop distracting me,” he said. “I have a money-hungry contractor to deal with.”
“Okay.” She stood up and winked at him. “See you later, lover.”
By five-thirty, she was done with this day.
She took her glasses off, placed it in its case and dropped it into her purse.
She was still waiting on Barbara for the creditors’ recons and she wasn’t going to wait anymore.
Apart from having lunch with her, Tyler had been cooped up in his office all day and it was time for him to pack it in as well.
She walked into office and she could tell from his body language that he was tense.
“Rough day?” she asked, half-sitting on her usual spot on the side of his desk.
“Yeah.” He loosened his tie and undid the button at the collar of his shirt.
As soon as that spot on his neck was exposed, she was done for, but she forced herself to keep listening.
“Matt managed to keep the tenants calm, but Victor’s begging for a lawsuit.
” He threw his head back. “And it’s only Tuesday. ”
“Maybe you need to let off some steam.”
He chuckled. “Oh, you think so, huh?”
“Yep.” She dragged her skirt up a little and straddled his hips. “I could help you with that.” Her lips met his and she gave him a kiss that was neither chaste nor brief. She felt him hardening between her legs and with a soft groan, he pulled away.
“We’re at the office, Jordan.”
“So?” she whispered, running her tongue along his lips. “Almost everyone’s gone home.”
“Barbara’s still here and you’re…loud.”
“She’s partially deaf.”
“That’s just a rumor.”
She unclipped her hair and allowed it to tumble over her shoulders.
His eyes lazily took her in. “Why’d you do that?”
It was a weakness of his she’d exploited on more than one occasion. “You know why.”
Another groan echoed in his throat as her mouth travelled down his neck. His palms pressed up her thighs. “Not here,” he protested.
Maybe he was tired, but he wasn’t putting up much more of a fight than that.
She took advantage of his passiveness, slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants before her fingers wrapped around his cock.
Dropping his head back, he released a slow breath as she rubbed him, the tension leaving his shoulders.
She probably wouldn’t get very far with this, seeing that his door was open and there were still a few employees loitering around the building, but she slipped off him and onto the floor between his legs.
Her insolence annoyed him, yet he said nothing when her mouth replaced her hand. He placed his elbow on the desk, pressing two fingers against his temple as he watched her. Her tongue rolled over his tip, her mouth moved up and down his thickness, but he sat there unmoving and just watched her.
If she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn he was completely unaffected by the things she was doing to him, but she did know.
She knew what the slight change in his breathing meant, that slight tick of his jaw.
Clenching his hand into a tight fist, he shut his eyes and bit into his knuckle.
That was another sign that he was seconds away from ravishing her.
Every flick of her tongue caused his brown eyes to darken even more until eventually he cupped her face and stopped her.