Chapter 5
I lean against him as we make the drive back to midtown, inhaling his scent that clings to his suit jacket. He possessively has his arm wrapped around me, and his head is against mine. Albert pulls the limo around to a side street and down into a parking garage that I had no idea existed in the Ballard. He stops the limo near the elevators and gets out to open the door for us.
“Thank you, Albert. I’ll see you tomorrow at noon for my meeting with Jensen Talbot.”
After we get out of the car and we’re walking to the elevators, I ask him about Jensen. Some time ago, I read about him in Time magazine, who did a piece about his rooftop bars. He had several around Manhattan, Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Miami with indoor-outdoor spaces.
“Is that the Jensen Talbot that owns Radiance?”
“You’ve heard of it?”
“I saw a piece in Time about him. Why are you having lunch with him?
“We are thinking about collaborating, my hotel, his bar. We’re considering a few cities, including Manhattan. It’s a matter of how much money I want to spend on the project. We’re in the discussion phase now.”
“How exciting.”
“Yes, it is, but I also have several other projects, so this might fall apart. I can only devote so much time to each.”
The elevator opens, and Jordan holds the door for me. He punches a code into a pin pad, and the car takes off, upward, fast enough to make my stomach lurch. In no time, it pings and opens to a massive space of glass, travertine, granite, dark wood floors, and high ceilings.
“You live here alone?”
“For the most part. I have a couple of maids and a chef on call. I don’t require much. I’m sometimes in the office until very late, which is why this is so convenient.”
“You could get lost in this place.”
Jordan chuckles, “I haven’t yet. I’d give you a tour, but it might take a while, and it’s getting late. What would you like to eat?”
“Anything. I would eat a bag of chips at this point.”
“How about steak?”
“Can I have a burger?”
Jordan picks up the phone near the massive subzero refrigerator, and I hear him calling in our order.
“Who did you call?”
“The concierge. They’ll take care of dinner. It should be up in a little while. I’d like to get changed if you don’t mind. I’ve been in this suit since six this morning.”
“You were up that early?”
“No. I was up at four. I worked out before I showered.”
“You have a gym here too?”
“Not a gym but a workout room. Would you like to see?”
“Sure.”
I was curious about his apartment. The ceilings were about thirty feet high in the main room. Walls of glass dominated all four sides of the penthouse giving the occupant fantastic views of the city. I followed Jordan down a hall with rich dark wood floors and neutral colored walls. He pushed open thick wooden double doors to reveal a room twice the size of my apartment with several pieces of machinery for working out.
I’m in awe when Jordan grabs my hand, and I follow him down to the end of the hallway. It’s closed, the room within hidden by another solid wooden door which he pushes open. Inside is his bedroom with a thick cream area rug that covers half the massive floor. An oversized mahogany sleigh bed dominates one wall of the room with two nightstands. A matching dresser and an armoire sit on two other walls.
There’s a sitting area to the left of the bed with two comfortable sapphire-colored couches and a marble coffee table overlooking a patio that is fully lit. I walk over and press my face to the glass like a child in wonderment. Jordan has an entire outdoor space to himself with a long lap pool, several planters with artistically shaped boxwoods, and lots of furniture. What a way to live.
I’m not paying attention to what he’s doing until he presses his body against my back.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s unbelievable.”
“It’s perfect on hot summer nights up into the late fall. I have a fireplace further back. He picks up a tablet sitting on the table and hits the screen. Another light pops on to reveal a large marble fireplace. I can’t stop looking, and I wonder what this place looks like in the daytime.
I notice he dressed in faded loose-fitting jeans and a t-shirt that hugs all the right places.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Um, yes.”
“Good, because so do I.”
We stare at each other, and the only thing that breaks us free is the ringing of the phone in the kitchen.
“Dinner. Let me get that. ”
He exits the room, and my stomach is doing flip flops. How can this man want me? Look at how he lives? He dates Hollywood stars. Jordan can have anyone he wants, why me? I head to the kitchen just as a man in a waiter’s uniform is bringing a cart with two silver domed trays towards the oversized granite island.
He places the trays on the counter and takes the cart as he leaves. Once he’s gone, Jordan gestures for me to sit at the counter, and when I do, he pulls off the top of the dome. A perfect cheeseburger on a brioche roll sits on a warmed plate along with homemade French fries. His tray has the same. The smell is incredible.
“Dig in. They make these with Wagyu beef.”
I pick up the burger and sniff it before I take a small bite. Jordan is watching me with amusement. The taste is fantastic. The meat practically melts in my mouth, and I softly moan. I look at Jordan, and his eyes have darkened.
“I love to see you enjoying.”
“Thank you, but how can I not? This is so good.”
He stops watching me so he can eat his burger. Ceramic cups hold made from scratch ketchup to dip the fries in. It’s so good that I’m never going to look at store-bought again.
“I forgot to get you a drink. What would you like?”
“Anything.”
Jordan get’s up and opens the refrigerator. Inside it’s as neat and organized as I’ve ever seen a refrigerator. One shelf alone holds bottles of Perrier and Evian water. Another has several kinds of beer and another, assorted juices and sports drinks.
“A beer?”
I wrinkle my nose because I hate beer and shake my head. He pulls out a bottle of Heineken and hands me one of Evian.
“You don’t like beer?”
“No, never had a taste for it. I prefer mixed drinks or wine.”
“Do you drink much? ”
“No. I try to keep it to a minimum because I’m such a lightweight.”
“I normally don’t drink beer, but Hilde, my maid, keeps it stocked when I have company.”
“Do you have much company?”
“I have no time for company except family. My mother comes to visit. Even though she is divorced from my stepfather, they still have a good rapport. They make better friends than lovers.”
I wonder if he’ll make time for me. I want to ask, but I guess my question has been answered since I’m here with him. The food is so good that we finish in silence. After Jordan covers the trays, he calls the concierge. In a minute, the same waiter arrives to take them away.
“It’s getting late. I should call Albert and have him take you home.”
“I guess you’re right. It’s almost nine. I have work tomorrow.”
“Or you could stay here tonight.”
That’s an interesting proposition though it would be an issue since I have no clothes here.
“I have nothing to wear for tomorrow. I don’t relish getting up at the crack of dawn to go home.”
“Just give me your sizes. I can have my personal buyer at Saks select some things for you, and Albert can pick them up.”
“I don’t…I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that.”
“Emma, I’m not pressuring you. You make your own decision. I can have Albert take you home, and we can do this another time. I just thought it would be easier for you to stay here.”
I’m on the fence. I want to stay, but I’m afraid. Not of Jordan but of what might happen. I’m not sure I’m ready for sex with him regardless of what happened the other night. I think he knows what I’m thinking because he allays my fears.
“That doesn’t mean that we have to share a bed. I have several guest rooms.”
“You don’t want to have sex with me? ”
“Emma, I do, but you told me about your history. You make the choice. That being said, you can still share my bed without sex. I’d like that very much.”
“Maybe I’ll share your bed,” I say softly. Before I can say anything else, he reaches for his phone and makes a call, then hands it to me after a short conversation.
“The woman on the line is my personal shopper at Saks; her name is Svetlana Krinski. Just give her your sizes, including any undergarments you would like and preference to color. I’ll be in the other room.”
I hold his phone in my hand as he walks towards the windows on the opposite side of the kitchen. The woman on the line has a slight accent. I think is Russian, and she asks me a multitude of questions. After ten minutes, I hang up with her assurance that she’ll send over things that will be my style. Jordan turns to me.
“All set?”
“Yes. She’s going to pick some items out for me, including shoes. Jordan, I’ll have to pay you back for these things. It might take me a while.”
He frowns, “Nonsense. These are a gift. I refuse to accept your money; it would be an insult to take it from a guest in my home. I do, however, request something in return.”
“And that is?”
“I want to kiss you. I’ve been thinking about your lips since we were last together.”
“Just my lips?”
“Emma, don’t push me. I’m having a hard enough time restraining myself. Your scent is stuck in my nose even from two days ago.”
My stomach tightens because it’s obvious what scent he’s referring to. My belly clenches with the knowledge that he’s seen me naked. He made me come not once but twice. I’m stuck between wanting him to fuck me and wanting to run out of there. But I steel myself and know that he won’t make advances without my consent.
Jordan types a message into his phone and then holds his hand out for mine. I offer it, and he takes me to the living area. It has several beige couches set up like a square, a huge square. He sits down and pulls me next to him. His blue eyes, that have now darkened considerably, focus on my green ones. He cups my chin and plants a soft kiss on my lips, which becomes more insistent.
He gently lowers me to the couch, and I feel the weight of his body upon mine, tongue curling around my own, hands tangling in my hair. My body starts to heat, from head to toe, and my core floods after a series of clenches in my womb. My hands stroke the strong muscles of his back.
Jordan moves his hips, pushing my legs open. I can feel his erection pressing against his jeans. The only thing that separates us is the thin jersey fabric of my dress, denim, and my lace panties. But that doesn’t stop him. He moves his body until he’s pressed against my sex. I can feel the head of his cock as he undulates, massaging my clit.
An orgasm starts to build, and my heartbeat is thrumming in my ears. I’m lost to the sensation; it feels so good. My moaning, our heavy breathing, and the sound of fabric against fabric are the only sounds in the room. I’m so close when his phone rings.
“Fuck!” he yells as he yanks his lips from mine, grabbing for the cell he placed on the table. “What?” he growls as he answers.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he tells whoever is on the other end that the contracts will be signed tomorrow. Jordan abruptly hangs up the phone and puts it back on the table.
“I’m sorry. Now, where were we?”
I want to blurt out that he was just in the middle of giving me an orgasm, but I keep my mouth shut until he reclaims it, and I begin to moan. He moves his hips again, and I realize that during his phone call, he never lost an ounce of hardness. His erection stayed pressed against my cleft. I can feel my release fast approaching, and I tilt my head back, which allows him access to my neck. He latches on and sucks as his pelvis continues to seduce me and I explode while calling his name.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and my mouth gapes open as my orgasm tears through me, leaving me weak. Oh God, if he can do that without being inside me, what can he do when he is? When I finally open my eyes, Jordan is fixed on my face. His hips are no longer moving, but he’s still pressed up against my sensitive flesh.
“I just love to watch you come. I can’t get enough. I’m going to have to do that more.”
More? I might only be twenty-five, but I’m not sure how many of those mind-blowing orgasms I can handle per night. I wonder how long he can last and how many times he can go. The most I’ve ever had sex is twice in one night, and it was with Ricky. Once Leo screwed me, he was out the door, and I only heard from him to return his leather jacket.
Jordan plants a kiss on the tip of my nose and slides off me. His erection hasn’t subsided, and yet he asks nothing of me. I feel guilty, him giving me all this pleasure, and he gets nothing. I reach over and run my hand over his jeans. He grabs it and holds it in his own.
“There’s no need for that.”
“Jordan, you make me feel guilty.”
“You have nothing to feel guilty about. I chose to give you pleasure. I ask for nothing in return.”
His phone rings, and he answers it. It’s Albert dropping of the clothing that was picked up from Saks. Jordan stands and pulls his t-shirt out of his pants, pulling it over his considerable erection.
“Your things are here. I hope you like what Svetlana picked.”
“I’m sure I will. Thank you.”
I hear the elevator ding, and Albert steps out with several bags. How much clothing did Svetlana pick? I only needed an outfit for tomorrow and maybe something to sleep in. He hands the bags to Jordan, nods, and is gone in a flash, leaving us alone .
“Would you like me to take these things to one of the guest rooms?”
“Please.”
I dutifully follow him to one of the bedrooms closest to his. He plunks down the bags and kisses my cheek before exiting. I peek in each and discover that Svetlana has done an excellent job selecting clothing. Most of the items are exactly what I would have chosen for myself.
In one bag, I find two boxes of Jimmy Choo shoes, one a black patent leather pump, and the other, ankle strap sandals. Oh my, these shoes are somewhere around seven hundred dollars. I remember admiring the leather pump a couple of months ago, thinking maybe I would try to save up. I can imagine how much the clothing cost.
The last bag I look through has panty and bra sets, several of them along with a short black silk nightgown and pink satin shorts and sleeveless camisole set. I would have been satisfied with borrowing a t-shirt from Jordan to sleep in, preferably the one he’s wearing. Or even better, the shirt he wore to work all day. I want to wear something with his smell on it.
I also find a short black silk robe and a pair of black cashmere slippers. I’m grateful for Jordan’s generosity. I lay out my clothing for tomorrow, a Carolina Herrera black pencil skirt with a sleeveless white silk blouse. After I’m done changing into the black silk nightgown, I go in search of Jordan.
I find him sitting at the kitchen counter drinking my half-finished bottle of Evian and reading emails on his phone. He looks up at me, and a sly smile crosses his face.
“That nightgown looks very becoming on you. I must remember to tip Svetlana well.”
I notice he’s changed into a pair of dark blue silk pajama pants and nothing else. His torso is just as I imagined it. His abs and muscles along his rib cage are ridged. His arms are a mass of tight cuts, and his pectorals could make a sculptor weep. He’s beautiful .
“What time do you go to sleep?”
“Normally I’m up until midnight working in my office, but tonight, I think it’s time for bed now. You’re welcome to stay up if you like. Your room is equipped with a television in the armoire. The remote is on the nightstand. Or you can check out my library.”
“You have a library?”
He picks up a tablet that sits on the counter and hits the screen. Lights come on above the living area, and up industrial stairs of steel and thick cable is a wall of books.
“Oh, wow.”
“I told you a tour would take awhile. I’ll show you another time when it’s not so late. Let’s get you tucked into bed.”
He takes me by the elbow and leads me down to my bedroom. Jordan folds the covers down, and I slip under the sheets. He tucks me in and kneels by the bed, pressing a bruising kiss to my mouth, which leaves me weak.
“Goodnight, Emma.”
“Goodnight, Jordan. Thank you for everything.”
“You’re more than welcome.”
He closes the door but leaves it open a few inches; then I hear him go into his room. I turn on my side, and I’m not sure if I can go to sleep. Then I remember that I forgot to tell Nathaniel that I’m not coming home. He’ll freak out if I don’t tell him where I am. I text him.
Staying at Jordan’s tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Oh? Did you have sex?
No! Pretty close to it, though .
You’ll have to tell me the details tomorrow. Busy right now. Love you.
That meant that Nate had a girl or two over, and he was busy entertaining them. I just hope that he’s in his room and not on our couch. Ick. I can’t fall asleep, and by midnight, I make a decision. I get out of bed and softly knock on Jordan’s door. I get no answer, but I’m determined. I open the door, and the room is partially illuminated by the patio lights that he forgot to shut off.
He’s lying on his back with his chest exposed. Both arms are shoved under his pillow. He looks youthful in sleep, much younger than his twenty-eight years. I don’t want to sleep alone, and I go to the other side of the bed and slip in, moving until I can put my head on his chest. He stirs and pulls his arm out from under the pillow to cradle me against him.
“Well, hello there. To what do I owe this visit?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No. I was hoping you would sleep with me.”
I snuggle against his chest, running my fingers over his nipples. They immediately harden, and he grasps my hand and kisses the palm.
“Behave.”
“Suppose I don’t want to?”
“Then, there will be consequences.”
My core quivers at the prospect of what those would be. I’m silent for a time looking for the right words to say.
“Jordan, I want you to fuck me.”
His answer is not what I expect, “No.”
“You said there would be consequences. I like those consequences.”
“The answer is still no. Go to sleep. ”
“I won’t be able to think about what you did to me in the living room.”
“Would you like me to get you off again?”
“Yes, preferably with your cock.”
“That’s not going to happen tonight.”
I’m pouty because after waiting for three years, I want it now. I turn away from him, still keeping my back in contact with his side. He curls around me and his hand cups my breast, then slides down my stomach, inching my nightgown up. He runs his fingers over the mesh material of my boy shorts then slips his hands into them.
“Is this what you want?” he says as his fingers caress my swollen nub.
“Yes, please.”
“You’re so ready. I should use my mouth on you.”
I shiver, remembering what he did with his tongue. He latches onto my neck with his lips and gently sucks while he stimulates me. Jordan speeds up his circular motion, and in a few short minutes, I’m crying out as I climax. He withdraws his hand quickly, kisses my neck, and tells me to go to bed. I do, falling into a relaxing, deep sleep.