Good fucking God.
I was so morally screwed.
I grabbed my laptop, my phone, and my keys and got out of the car. I was wearing nothing over my light dress. There wasn’t a need for it. There wasn’t really a need for the dress, but since I was there early, I’d figured I might as well put something on.#p#分页标题#e#
The front door opened as I approached it. Jordan was standing in the doorway, his jeans slung low on his hips, minus a T-shirt.
I’d never seen him in anything but a suit. Certainly never half naked. I almost faltered in my steps as my eyes combed across his upper body. I traced every dent and peak of muscle across his stomach and lingered a little too long on the lines that disappeared below his pants in a tantalizing V.
Fuck. He was a closet Men’s Health cover model.
“Is that it?” he asked, looking at the laptop. “All you need?”
I raised an eyebrow. “What else do you think I need? I hardly needed to bring my section of stock in LoveHoney to your house, did I? I can do that at home.”
His bright-blue eyes flashed darkly. “We’ll see.” He stepped to the side and gestured for me to come in.
I glanced him as I stepped past him but quickly dropped my eyes.
“You do this in your room, right?”
I nodded. “We all do.”
“Would you feel more comfortable upstairs? There are two spare rooms.”
“What makes you think I’m uncomfortable?”
“You’re clutching your laptop so tightly I’m afraid you’ll break the screen in two.”
His smirk made me loosen my grip.
“Do you mind if I go up and see?” I asked.
“Help yourself. Do you want a drink?”
I put my foot on the bottom step. “Do you have wine?” To hell with it.
“Red or white?” His smile grew.
“White. Please.” I turned and slowly walked upstairs.
His house was decorated the same all the way through, for the most part. It was neutral colors with random bright bursts, but very traditional all the same. Minimalistic is the best word.
It felt like a house instead of a home.
As I moved through upstairs, I searched for traces of a woman living there. I couldn’t see any as I went into bedroom decorated in white with blue accents. The door was open, same with the gray room next door, and it hit me just how prepared for tonight he was.
He had it all ready to go.
He wasn’t fazed by this. Why would he have been? This was all on his terms. I wasn’t against them, so I had no idea why I was so terrified by this prospect.
I set my laptop on the bed and looked around. I needed to get myself together, and I needed to do it quickly. If I played this right, my mouth wouldn’t be the only place he’d be putting his cock tonight. In fact, more than ever, I needed him to fuck me.
I wanted to push him to that edge and watch him take the step over it.
“Here.”
I turned at the sound of his voice and took the glass of wine he’d offered me. “Thank you.” The glass was cold, the wine sweet as I took a sip.
Then another. And another.
He watched me with amusement and leaned against a dresser. His muscles flexed as he lifted a small, square glass filled with golden liquid to his smiling mouth. “You’re nervous.”
I took a deep breath and perched on the edge of the bed. Setting the glass on the nightstand, I focused on him. “Yes, I am. This is incredibly risky. I’m not used to doing a show with people who’ve never performed on camera before.”
“What makes you think I haven’t?”
I raised an eyebrow, but the widening grin on his face had me smiling. “Please,” I said, trying not to laugh. “Like you’ve done that.”
He shrugged a shoulder, and that grin—that fucking grin—was so damn sexy that I couldn’t stand it. “You’re right. I haven’t. Never thought about it, if I’m honest.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Then welcome to your newest addiction. It’s a thrill.”
“Is that why you do it?”
I paused. “Does it matter?”
“I suppose not. I’m curious though.” He sipped from his glass then motioned to me. “Why would you need to? The money?”
My tongue ran across my teeth. I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation.
“At first,” I said. “It was the easy option, but then…it became easier to continue than it was to find another job.”
“And the thrill you just mentioned?”
“Is exactly that. A thrill. It’s exciting. There isn’t a great psychological reasoning behind my choice to do this, Jordan. Why do you watch it?”