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The ain with an ever-increasing need Even sitting next to hi the heat of his arm near mine…hell, even his s, hard lap for a cuddle-- withhim affect me like this--every touch, every reminder of his presence was an instant flashback to the electricity generated by our sweaty, naked bodies ainst each other

Jordan didn’t eat reen room shortly after a few bites and another cup of coffee I told myself that his cool behavior was because he was nervous I tried not to feel hurt I tried not to care soor not, it did hurt And I was already starting to care too et a good night’s sleep, about who he was underneath the delicious, perfect exterior

Yeah, he was a cocky jerk on the surface An insufferable, cocky jerk But underneath? Underneath that arrogant exterior was so he kept hidden except in ht into his soul during sex

Oh shit This situation got stickier the e in a separate roo his speech on a monitor while he delivered it to a darkened auditoriuh I kneas nervous, very little of that showed in his presentation He looked sufficiently scholarly yet also hip, the scruff and blazer lending some credence to his youth And he was both articulate and intelligent To me, that onlyinto his introduction, I beca over, I saw that it was Cynthia, her eyes glued to the screen She wore a long-sleeved blouse today, the incrilanced at me with a smile and nodded to the screen "He’s brilliant I kneould be a great ested hi if Jordan knew that she was the one responsible for his invitation to speak "Would you…" I began

She looked around and then stepped a little closer tofor me to lower my voice "Would you like the chance to speak to hi her brow She tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and hedged, "I don’t really think he’d want that"

"But if he did…would you want that?"

She pressed her lips together and then shook her head "He wouldn’t want that," she repeated "Jordan believes in his own form of karma"

I’m sure she meant that cryptically, but I understood nevertheless She knew about Jordan’s payback for her cheating I wondered if Jordan knew that

We stared at the hteen minutes He smoothly wrapped up his subject with a charisleam in his eyes that couldwaro just as I saw Jordan exit the stage to widespread applause I stopped her, asking her about thewith the journalists anted to speak with him in a few hours By the time she answeredHe opened his ht of Cynthia, who had frozen at my shoulder The smile slid off his face

I walked up to him "Hey there," I said "You have an appointment in an hour with the USA Home Weekly journalist Until then, you’re, uh…on your own," I said with a pointed glance at Cynthia

His eyes narrowed and he sed but didn’t say anything as I walked out of the room He’d probably be pissed at me, but when else would he have a chance to clear the air with her, if not now?

I could tell it had been bugging hiing hie out of lass of whiskey I was convinced I’d done a good deed and that he’d understand and probably thank me for it Hopefully Eventually

But when I heard from him a few hours later…yeah, not so much

He was pissed His face looked like a thundercloud when hethe stairs, and I knew enough frohtailed it into my little butler’s pantry I’d put on my pajamas and cuddle under a blanket with one of ain Since avoidance was ood at it