“Do you have a bathroom downstairs, or do I have to do a stealthy ninja run upstairs?”
“Downstairs,” he answered, his lips twitching to the side. “Straight across the hall.”
“Thank God for that.” She turned and walked out of the room, not trying to hide at all.
Not that he was surprised. She didn’t have to hide anything, but she wasn’t even nervous after that like most other women were. Every time they were together, she got a little more comfortable around him.
He was finding himself liking that more and more. Every smile she gave him came a little easier, each laugh was a little brighter, and each meeting of their eyes lingered a little longer.
That was all wrong, too. He shouldn’t be feeling any of it. But he was… And he had no idea how to stop it. He was afraid a little part of him didn’t want to stop it.
He rolled the condom off and grabbed the wrapper before throwing both in the trash can beneath the side table. He rolled his shoulders as he retrieved his sweatpants from the floor and put them on, eying the whiskey on the bar.
“I should have taken this with me,” Darcy muttered to herself, coming back into the front room with her hand across her chest, holding her tits in place. “Damn it.”
Jordan smirked. Seeing her prancing around his house in nothing but her lower lingerie was hilarious. He didn’t think she’d appreciate if he expressed that amusement, however, so he buried it as she struggled to open her purse and keep her breasts steady at the same time.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Didn’t hide it too well, huh?” He reached over and undid the zip for her. “Here.” He held it open while she dug her hand in and pulled a few items out.
“Thank you.” She grabbed her bra and finally let her chest go.
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“I bet the pizza is cold.”
He blinked and dragged his eyes from her chest. Fuck—what was he? A highly sexed teenage boy instead of a thirty-one-year-old man?
“It’s all right,” he said. “I like cold pizza.”
“Really?” She glanced up through her hair as she unclipped her stockings. “You like cold pizza?”
“What’s wrong with cold pizza?”
“Nothing. I’ve just never met anyone else who liked it cold when they weren’t horribly hungover.”
“You like cold pizza?” he asked, echoing her words back to her.
“Yeah. I mean, if I had to pick, I’d choose it hot, but I like cold pizza just fine.” She straightened, tugging her leggings up her legs, and swept her hair around the side of her neck. “Of course, the plan was hot pizza…”
“So heat it up.”
“Yeah… I can’t really cook.”
“Heating things up isn’t cooking.”
“Okay.” She put her hands on her hips and fixed him with her indigo eyes, her garter belt hanging at her side. “I burned soup last month. I’ve been banned from the stove ever since.”
“Honestly?” He knew his lips were twitching, but he couldn’t help it.
All of this time, he’d wondered what her flaw was. And, somehow, it made total sense to him. Smart, beautiful, talented… But she couldn’t cook to save her life.
“Why is that so funny?” Her smile betrayed her words, and she stuffed the garter belt in her purse. “My mom tried to teach me when I was in high school. Then the twins came. By the time they were old enough to amuse themselves for long enough, I was here.”
“So, you can’t cook anything at all?”
Darcy pursed her lips. “I can do toast.”
“Toast isn’t cooking.”
“I can boil an egg. Most of the time.”
“That’s not really cooking, either, but I suppose you’d survive if you had to live off of boiled eggs and toast.”
She dropped next to him on the sofa. “Don’t tell me you can cook. Aren’t you too busy ripping apart students’ papers?”
A lesser man would have taken offense… But, then again, a bigger man wouldn’t have just slept with one of those students.
“I have to cook to keep my temper under control. Do you have any idea the amount of shit I sift through in those papers?”
“Yes,” she answered, grabbing the pizza box and setting it on her lap. “I’ve read the crap Jake Haas gives you.”
He shuddered. “Yes. He definitely needs to work on his execution.”
Darcy giggled as she took a slice of pizza and offered him the box. “He needs to work on everything in your class. Like listening.”