Chapter 11
A peaceful day with Jordan has turned into a beautiful night. He ordered a pizza with the works for dinner and then made popcorn. We went into the media room to watch a movie. He chose Cool Hand Luke, which I’ve only seen bits and pieces of. He must have seen it several times because, as we watched, he mouthed the lines.
I put my head in his lap, and he fed me pieces of popcorn in between mind-numbing kisses. I don’t know how I’m going to last another three days without sex.
“Have you thought about coming to work for me?”
“Jordan, no. I like my job. Now that Nicky is being a good boy, I have no problems.”
“But, I’m sure I can pay you much better than he does.”
“This isn’t a competition. I like being an editor. I finally found my calling; now you want me to drop it and work for you? I don’t even like office work.”
“But you’re organized, intelligent, and have a hell of a hot ass.”
“Does that mean if I worked for you, I would have to file a sexual harassment suit?”
“I’m the boss; I make the rules. ”
“You still have to follow the law.”
“You’re my girlfriend. If I can’t sexually harass you, then who?”
“Jordan, that’s a horrible thing to say.”
“Okay. I promise if you work for me, I wouldn’t sexually harass you.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You will?”
“Sure, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take the job.”
“At least you’ll think about it. I can give you a nice office right near me.”
“Thanks for the offer.”
An amused smile dances across Jordan’s face. He puts the bowl of popcorn on the couch next to him and bends his head to devour me with his mouth. His tongue makes sweeping strokes and toys with mine; I can’t help but moan.
“I love the noises you make; it’s so sexy.”
“And I love what you do to make me moan.”
Jordan kisses the tip of my nose, my forehead, and chin, “Would you like to go to the bedroom? Are you tired?”
“I could use some sleep, but I need a shower. I feel a bit sticky from being outside most of the day.”
“We can take one together if that’s alright?”
“Jordan, you don’t need to ask me if it’s alright, it is.”
“I just want to be considerate. I don’t want just to assume.”
“If it weren’t, I would say something. Now let’s go get in the shower.”
Jordan holds the body wash out to me, and I squeeze a dollop on my hand. I’m just about to wash when Jordan takes my hand and puts it on his chest. He works it around his torso until I start doing it myself. I look up and can see his eyes are half-lidded. His cock has become slightly erect with the stimulation of my hand on his body.
I take more of the soap in my hands and rub them together, then fist his length with one hand and fondle his balls with the other. He groans as I move my soapy fingers over him. Jordan seems to sway as I pump, and I put my head against his chest to steady him.
His eyes are now closed, and he has his arms wrapped around me. He’s biting his bottom lip so hard that I can see teeth marks.
“Baby, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Emma, it feels so good. Make me come.”
I stroke him faster, and he tightens his hold on me until I feel his hot cum jet out onto my thigh and slip down the drain. I can feel him shaking as he finishes, and his arms drop from my body as he backs over to the bench to sit down. He places his face in his hands and does something that frightens me; he starts crying. His whole body trembles, and I join him, sitting down and taking him into my embrace.
“Jordan, what’s the matter?”
He continues to cry, and I feel the overwhelming urge to join him. He’s wracked with emotion, and I stroke his wet hair, trying to calm him.
“Tell me why you’re so upset?”
“I just…I just held it in last night. I was scared shit when I heard the engines cut out, and we were just drifting. The captain looked scared when I went to the cockpit. He and the copilot were trying everything. I almost fell apart when I heard the engine finally catch. But I couldn’t do that in front of these people. I’m the head of a corporation. I’m not supposed to get hysterical.”
“I told you before that it’s alright to be human. You’re not stone. You can show emotion.”
He pulls me onto his lap and squeezes me tight until he gets it all out. Gradually, his body stops shaking, and I kiss his neck, telling him that I’m here for him .
“You’re the only one, Emma. No one understands the pressure that I’m under. I can’t show any cracks in the fa?ade.”
“I’m the only one what?”
“The only one that has seen me like this.”
“You don’t act this way with your family?”
“Absolutely not. They wouldn’t understand. Robert is so proud of me that I wouldn’t want to disappoint him.”
“By showing emotion? That’s crazy.”
“It’s how it works in business. That’s why I told you I needed you. I was on edge since last night. I tried to put it behind me, but it’s still fresh.”
“It happened less than twenty-four hours ago. Give it some time. I’m here for you.
“I have to be truthful; it’s not just what happened last night, it’s everything. It’s all catching up to me. I feel everyone’s eyes upon me.”
My strong, confident man has turned into a little boy, letting his fears get the best of him.
“How long have you felt this way?”
“It’s not all the time. It’s on and off. Sometimes I feel like I can conquer the world and others I feel like a disappointment.”
“Jordan, look at everything that you’ve accomplished and in such a short time. How many men achieve what you have in their entire lifetimes? Not many. Stop doubting yourself. You’re successful, intelligent, kind, and you rock in bed.”
“Oh yeah? I rock in bed? Tell me how?”
“Trust me, you do. I’ve never had orgasms the way you give them.”
“Really?”
I look at him with narrowed eyes, and he bursts out laughing. Thank God, I was able to break him from his melancholy. I don’t like to see him upset.
“Yes.”
“I’ll have to remember that for our future sexual encounters. ”
I rise from his lap and take his hand so we can finish washing each other. There is nothing sexual about it as he slowly washes my body, and I finish off his. It’s just sweet and intimate. We dry each other with the thick, fluffy white towels, and he sits me down in the bedroom to comb my damp hair straight. After he’s done, he goes to get us some wine so we can relax before we go to bed.
The evening is warm, and the sky is clear so you can see the stars and perfect half-moon. I stand gazing up with my nose practically pressed against the glass of the sliding doors in Jordan’s bedroom. I’m so engrossed that I don’t hear him come in the bedroom until he presses his lips against my neck.
“Want to sit outside for a little while? It’s a really nice evening.”
I nod, and he flicks the lights on to the patio.
“No, shut them. I want to sip wine in the dark and look up at the sky.”
He shuts them and slides the door open with one hand while holding the bottle of crisp, chilled white wine and glasses in the other. We sit on the double lounger, and he pours a drink for himself and me. I sip to taste the fruity and delicious wine. I’m still concerned about his well being as we look up at the sky.
“Jordan, are you going to be okay?”
“I’m fine. I just needed to get it out. I’ve had a few things that I’ve been dealing with, and that was just the icing on the cake. I appreciate you comforting me.”
“I appreciate you showing me your vulnerable side.”
“I don’t show it often.”
“I think it’s sexy. I like you, Jordan. I want you to be open with me.”
“You’re very different from the women I’ve dated. You’re sweet. I don’t want you to get jaded by being around me.”
“I’m not going to. This is another reason why we should work apart. I want to be close to you, but being in the same space could be more problematic than it seems. ”
“I don’t think so. I can separate my work life from my personal life.”
“Can you? Have you ever worked with a lover before?”
“No, but work is work. It stays at the office.”
“Easier said than done.”
I take another sip of my wine and nuzzle his chin with my nose. I could get used to this. Somewhere along the line, I must have fallen asleep. I stir in Jordan’s arms as he places me in bed and kisses me softly on the lips.
“I’m not tired,” I mumble.
He chuckles, “You’ve been asleep for a half-hour.”
“Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”
“Because you looked so beautiful in the moonlight. I couldn’t resist watching you for a little while.”
My heart starts to flutter; he was watching me? I fade back to sleep, and when I wake, the sun is shining through the patio doors. Jordan isn’t next to me, and the cool expanse of the bed leads to believe it’s been some time since he last was. I turn over and glance at the clock, it’s only six, and since it’s Saturday, I’m going back to bed.
The next time I wake up, it’s to Jordan undressing in the bedroom. He’s pulling off a sweat-soaked gray t-shirt and sweats. His ridged muscles glisten in the soft morning light. When he turns around, my eyes are wide open, and I’m watching his every move.
“Good morning Miss Stanford. How are you?”
“I’m fine. I slept wonderfully. This bed is so comfortable.”
“It better be for the price I paid.”
“Where were you all morning?”
“I had some calls to make, and then I worked out. I’m going to shower, would you care to join me?”
“In a minute.”
Jordan heads to the bathroom, gloriously naked. The last thing I see is his taut posterior as he walks through the door. I stretch and flip the covers off me. Jordan put me to bed in the panties and t-shirt I put on after our shower. I undress and quietly walk into the shower stall as he’s washing his thick blonde mane. He flinches as I touch him.
“I’m sorry. I thought you heard the door.”
“Not under the water,” he says as soapy rivulets from his shampoo cascade down his body.
He pulls me under the spray, and as I reach for the shampoo, he tells me to let him do it. I wait patiently as he squirts some on his hand and starts working it into a lather. His fingers massage my scalp, and I find it arousing. My belly tightens in a series of clenches as his hands work the soap out of my hair underneath the spray. I feel his mouth latch onto my nipple, and he nibbles at it with his teeth while he pinches and rubs the other.
Wiping the water out of my eyes, I see the smoldering look on Jordan’s face. His eyes have grown dark.
“I need to fuck you.”
“Jordan, I can’t. I have a couple more days.”
I take his erection in my hand and begin to stroke it, but he wraps his hand around mine to stop me.
“I want to be inside you. I don’t care that you have your period. I want you any way I can have you. Do you understand?”
I’m not sure what to say. I’ve never had sex when I had my period. Ricky was downright turned off by the thought, but Jordan doesn’t care. I want him too.
“I understand.”
He backs me against the far wall of the shower and kisses me hard. His hands squeeze and plump my breasts, which are now ultra-sensitive to his touch.
“Jordan,” I whisper.
“You make my dick so hard when you say my name. Say it again.”
“Jordan.”
He lifts me above his waist, “Hold onto me, baby. ”
I wrap my arms around his neck while he positions his hot length against my entrance, in one move, he’s deep inside me as gravity takes me to his root. I flex against him as he stretches my sensitive tissue, and he groans. Jordan presses me against the tiled wall, lacing his hands under my ass. He lifts me and then starts to pump.
The feeling is incredible as he fucks me. My breathing becomes faster, as does his. We have become one as Jordan pistons in and out. I don’t know if him opening up to me emotionally has made us closer, but this feels more intimate than it’s ever been. I feel so connected.
I don’t realize it, but I’m digging my nails into his shoulders, leaving small red welts as they skate along his flesh. He doesn’t seem to notice and continues to pound inside me. One thing I do notice, and he’s stated as much, each time I say his name, his cock seems to get harder, so I make sure to say it a lot.
“Your pussy is so hot and tight. Have I told you that?” Jordan stutters.
“Several times, Jordan, my sweet.”
“Fuck, I love how that sounds.”
My arms are burning from holding on; I can only imagine how much his body is taking holding up my weight. It doesn’t matter because soon I’ll be finished. My fast approaching orgasm is about to explode, and the minute it does, Jordan wedges me against the wall as he begins to shoot inside of me. I repeat his name over and over until I’m finished.
I brush my lips against his wet cheek, and I want to repeat the words I thought I heard him say a week ago, that I think I love him. But I’m hesitant, and I keep it to myself. It could be the post-orgasmic endorphins coursing through my body or the great fuck he just gave me, but I think I might love him.
Connected and his steely hot cock still hard inside me, he carries me to the bench and sits down. I bury my head against his chest and tuck it under his chin. I could stay in Jordan’s arms forever. He entwines his arms around my back, holding me against his body.
“Doll, do you want to finish and get into bed?”
“I like being here in your arms. Do you mind if we stay a few more minutes?”
“Not at all.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re dressed, and I wonder if he has anything planned for the day. I don’t care because as long as we spend it together, I’m up for anything.
“Jordan? Are we doing anything today?”
“Would you like to do something?”
“Only if you do.”
“Emma, don’t be afraid to ask.”
“I’d like to go to the Circle line. I like being on the water.”
“We don’t have to go on the Circle line to go on the water. I have my yacht docked at Chelsea Piers. It’s just a phone call away for me to get my crew out there. Would you like to go?”
“Did you say you had a yacht?”
“Yes. What did you think I said?”
“Jordan, what else do you have?”
“Besides the plane and the yacht? I have a few cars, and you know about the homes. We should plan a trip down to Miami. We could take the yacht and then stay at my house. Would you like that?”
“How long would that take?”
“Figure a week at least for travel up and back. Then we need time to stay at my house in Miami. You’re going to love it.”
“Jordan, I can’t do that. I only have two weeks of vacation time. That would eat everything up.”
“Work for me then. I’ll give you three weeks vacation, and you can travel with me as my assistant. Then you don’t have to use your vacation time.”
“This again! I told you I would think about it, but with you keep bugging me, I’m leaning to a definite no.”
Jordan scowls at me, “You are not. You haven’t even given it much thought.”
“How could I with you nagging me. You’re worse than my mother. Now can we decide if we’re doing something today?”
“Fine, you want me to get my crew for the boat?”
“No, it’s such short notice.”
“That’s what I pay them for.”
“Still, no.”
We playfully argue back and forth until Jordan’s cell rings, and he walks away to answer it. I hear bits and pieces of his conversation about some deal that seems to be going bad.
“What do you mean they don’t want to include the building? That was part of the deal, not just the land. I want to take it down and rebuild it. We had a tentative deal; now they want to pull out at the eleventh hour?”
It doesn’t sound very good, and I notice that his face is getting red.
“I’m stopping in the office. Meet me there in fifteen. Okay, twenty at the latest. I want to go over this before the whole thing falls apart. Right. See you then.”
Jordan hangs up and looks at me, sheepishly, “I have to go downstairs. I had a handshake deal, and now the seller wants to nitpick. I need to straighten this out. I could be back up here in say, an hour. Unless you want to come with me.”
“I think I’d rather stay here and look through the library.”
“That’s perfect. I should be back before noon.”
He gives me a bruisingly, passionate kiss that leaves me weak in the knees before he steps into the elevator with a grim look on his face. As the doors close, I give him a smile. I hope that when he thinks about it, his spirits lift .
After he leaves, I head up the stairs to check out the books. He has tons of subjects in many different categories. I’m intrigued by the collection of first editions, and I carefully look through them. I can imagine the value of some of these, and I wonder why he hasn’t put them in some type of protective case.
I find a rolling ladder tucked into a small thin floor to ceiling door that has a hole in it for the track that it rides on. Popping open the door, I move the ladder along until it stops at the first shelf, and I climb to the top. Jordan has romance, western and historical books up here. I’m surprised that romance books would grace his shelves. I keep moving, using the shelves as a pulley until I get to the end of one side. So many books to choose from, but I decide not on romance, but a mystery.
The couches in the library area are so comfortable, and the book so good that I’m not aware that two hours have gone by without hearing from Jordan. I wonder what situation he ran into with the business deal that it’s taking him so long. I mean, how much can he do on a weekend when most places are closed until Monday?
I know I’m probably taking a chance of bothering him in his office, but I have two reasons for going. First, because I miss him even after the short time, he’s been gone, and second, I want to see the beauty of his workspace up close. I bet the pictures on his website didn’t do it justice.
I slip on a pair of flip flops and get in the elevator, pressing the forty-eight-floor button. The elevator whirls to life, and I feel the familiar stomach flutter when I’m in there as it descends. The door opens, and I was correct, the place is more stunning than the photos.
A large light wood reception desk sits in the lobby. Above it, the name “Grayson Enterprises” is written in a rich black script. Dark gray marble tile contrasts the space, and white leather couches on either side of the desk dominate the free walls. On either side of the lobby, thick glass walls and doors lead to the offices within. I head over to the right side door and pull at the thick brass handle, but the door is locked. A keycard machine has a red indicator light.
I peer through the door, and inside I can see a large open space with many desks and top of the line computers with monitors. Offices around the perimeter are glass-walled with the same heavy doors like the one I’m standing in front of. I head to the other side, and the door is also locked. I feel dejected; I wanted to see Jordan. As I walk away, I hear the door open, and I turn.
“Doll, you should have called me. I would have opened the door for you.”
“I wanted to surprise you. How did you know I was here?”
“Security called me and said some woman was nosing around.”
“Some woman, huh?”
“I have monitors in my office, and I turned them on to see who it was. I told them it was my girlfriend and thanks for their concern. Would you like to see my place?”
“Very much so. I looked online, but pictures don’t show how beautiful it is here.”
“Thank you. A friend of mine designed it, Valeria Bottiglio. Have you heard of her before?”
“They did a spread of her work in Luxe.”
Jordan raises his eyebrows, “You read Luxe?”
“No, my friend Hunter does. He works for Lawson Corporation, and it was sitting on the table when I went to hang out with him at his apartment.”
“When was this?” his tone stern.
“About a month ago. You met him and his fiancée, Rory.”
“When did I meet them?”
“At the club. You don’t remember?”
“Doll, all I remember is how beautiful you looked in that dress. I focused on nothing else outside of keeping you in my sight.”
“Well I’m here, now stop being so jealous.”
“I’m not jealous. I just want to know who’s around you. I’ve met Jonathan Lawson before. What department does Hunter work for?”
“Hunter is a Lawson. He’s Jonathan’s son and my brother in law, JC, is also a Lawson.”
“Then we have something in common. I outbid Lawson for the current project I’m working on. I wasn’t aware you were related.”
“Related once removed. I’m not married to him, Lexi is. I guess you can say Hunter is like my brother in law too. He’s watched out for me since I was a teenager.”
“Very interesting. Would you like a tour?”
“Sure. It will be the second one in two days.”
For the next twenty minutes, he takes me around and shows me the space. He even has a game room and a place you can take a quick fifteen-minute nap if you need it. The kitchen area is a wonder with many selections of teas, coffees, and hot chocolate selections for the five Keurig machines that sit on the gleaming white granite countertops. The massive glass door refrigerator holds all kinds of snacks and juices. Acrylic display cases line another counter, and Jordan explains how each morning, fresh donuts, bagels, rolls, and muffins are stocked.
“You take care of your employees.”
“I believe that you take care of them, and they’ll take care of you. Each Friday, I bring in a catered lunch. Most of my employees have been with me since I started this company, and the list is growing. We are getting a bit crowded as we expand, and I might have to look for another floor to occupy besides this one.”
“Aren’t you afraid that too fast expansion can mean trouble?”
“I have analysts to check data regarding that. We’re careful with the moves we make. I’m not branching out with too many new business ventures. I don’t want to overextend our financial capabilities. However, we are doing nicely in all our divisions at the moment. I’m exploring other avenues of investment. It’s another reason why I would like you to come work for me. ”
“I already have a job. One that I love.”
“I understand, but I could use someone like you that is hardworking.”
“I know nothing about your business.”
“But you’re a fast learner and very intelligent. I could get you up to speed pretty quickly. We could work closely together.”
“I bet,” I say under my breath.
“I heard that, Emma. Let me show you my office.”
Jordan takes my hand and leads me to a room at the end of a long hallway. Upon entering, I can see that it’s the largest one out of all the others, and why not, he’s the boss. Original modern art adorns the no glass walls. A battery of windows overlooks the city, and his heavy glass L shaped desk is positioned so he can see out during his workday.
On his desk are a lone laptop and piles and piles of folders. A four-piece bathroom with a closet sits at the back of the room. A long contemporary couch with beige micro suede and two matching side chairs huddle around a smoke glass coffee table. The last thing that catches my eye is a wet bar with dark blue granite and a small stainless steel sink. The glass shelves above hold tumblers and bottles of alcohol in decanters. Jordan sees me looking and asks if I want a drink, but I decline.
“This is some office, but how do you have privacy?”
He says nothing but hits a remote on his desk, and the wall becomes opaque. Then he hits another button, and the glass comes to life with the news.
“You have monitors in the glass?”
“No, it’s projection. The glass doesn’t have to be opaque to view it.”
“Where is the projector?”
“In the ceiling. I have several so I can watch different channels at the same time. It’s how I viewed you at the front door. I have a feed to a closed channel. ”
“But you’re so busy. How do you even have a chance to pay attention?”
“I often get restless. It helps calm me. I turn on the financial channels. I need to keep up on the latest trends.”
“And these?” I say, fingering a stack of newspapers on his desk.
“I read each during the course of the day, usually when I’m grabbing a bite to eat if I’m not in a meeting.”
“Very impressive.”
“So you see the perks to working for me. Maybe you would give it some serious thought about coming here. I can switch the staff around so that you have the office next to mine. How would that work?”
“It all sounds lovely, but I need to give it some serious thought. I don’t want to be the woman that got it easy because her boyfriend is the boss.”
“I wouldn’t be easy on you. You would have to toe the mark just like my other employees. I’m tough but fair, and I offer many benefits because they all work hard and deserve it. If they didn’t, they would no longer work for me. Grayson is no place for slackers.”
“I’m not a slacker.”
“I know which is why I want you to work for me. I know what you can do.”
“What? How? Did you talk to Nicky?”
The question gets ignored as the phone on Jordan’s desk rings. I walk away and sit on the couch. I can hear his conversation, and it sounds better than it did when he left the penthouse.
“Good. I’m glad we got this worked out. So just to reiterate, the building is included, and I’ll renovate it depending on the structural report. If engineering says it’s a go, then fine, otherwise, it comes down. Make sure they know that. I’m not spending countless dollars on shoring up a building that would cost less to rebuild. Rework this into the contracts and send them over to their attorney before the end of the day. I don’t want any surprises when we have our meeting on Tuesday morning. Perfect, thanks, Kenji.”
“Who was that?”
“My attorney, Kenji Matano. He’s great. I met him when I was a senior in college. He was in his second year at Yale Law. He graduated top of his class, and by that time, my company was getting off the ground. His father is a partner in Matano, Bronstein, and Dwyer. They’re the firm we use, but Kenji is the one that handles my business specifically. You’ll meet him eventually.”
“Are you leaving soon?”
“Yes. I have a few items to close out, and I should be done in a few minutes. But first, I have to do something before I get to that.”
He takes me in his arms and plants a moist, soft kiss on my lips that makes my body flush with heat. Jordan flutters his mouth along my neck, running the tip of his tongue over the outside of my ear. When he pulls away, I’m once again weak.
“I must let you know that if you work for me, I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you.”
Visions of Nicky screwing the intern pop into my head, and I force them away. Is that what Jordan wants to do? Bend me over his desk and fuck me?
“Maybe it’s not a good idea I work for you then. I don’t want to be a distraction.”
“You could never be considered a distraction.”