had to be on. “I need to give more than a few hours of notice and arrange the appropriate staff to fill in for me to take a full day off. I’ll give you the rest of the week from noon onward each day, but that’s the best I can do.”
“Deal.” He glanced at a silver Rolex that was totally at odds with the remainder of his attire. “I’m assuming the rest of the week starts today, so I’ll see you in a couple hours. Shall we meet at your place or mine?”
“My office.” The only safe place.
Right. Safe. She’d been eager for him to climb across the desk and have his way with her when the door was open and the building full of staff. At noon, most everyone would be out to lunch. That sounded about as safe as running with a scalpel in her hand.
Two phone calls following Jordan’s departure from her office had temporarily waylaid Danica from her mission. She was off the phone now and crossing the hall with murder on her mind. Fortunately for Lena, there was no scalpel in Danica’s hand.
She stepped into Lena’s office, slamming the door behind her. Lena’s head shot up from whatever she’d been reading on her desk.
Danica glared. “You’re itching for an ass kicking, aren’t you?”
The surprise left Lena’s face and she smiled. “I’ve always been a sucker for a good cat fight.”
“Let me guess, a vision is behind your decision to lead Jordan into my office when you know damned well he didn’t have an appointment?”
“No vision necessary. Seeing how happy you still were this morning, after getting it on with stud man last night, I knew you needed to see him again.”
Danica hadn’t been happy this morning, at least not any more so than usual. She’d been well rested because, for the first time in too long, her muscles had been loose enough to allow for sound sleep. She hadn’t told Lena about her back issues and the resultant reoccurring pain because she didn’t want her friend worrying over something that couldn’t be fixed. Danica much preferred Lena focus on something she could help, like their friendship by stopping her attempts to push Jordan her way.
Not that she could blame Lena for her agreeing to Jordan’s offer. Not even the need for his money had fueled Danica’s decision to be his personal tour guide for the week, as she’d told herself. Impatience had made her do it.
Her frustration eased and she admitted, “You’ll be ecstatic to know Jordan and I are spending the rest of the week together, from noon on each day.”
Lena’s expression moved right past the anticipated ecstatic to downright impressed. “Noon on. As in, you’re all his for the rest of the day and night. I guess one hairy armpit wasn’t a turnoff, after all.”
Danica wanted to laugh, or maybe groan. Only, she couldn’t get past the ominous tightening of her belly. “We didn’t discuss night.”
“You said noon on; including night in there would be a given.”
Would it?
No, it wouldn’t, since Jordan didn’t want to sleep with her again. He’d said so last night. Only he hadn’t. She’d asked if they were going to forget about having sex, and he’d implied as much, but he hadn’t actually given her a straight answer. Instead he’d ogled her body like he hadn’t just had his hands all over it and commented on how good she looked. The hot look he’d given her this morning wasn’t any better. It definitely didn’t make it seem he was ready to forget about him and her and soul-shaking sex.
Shoot. This could be bad…in a way that had her pussy swelling with liquid excitement. “I’m not sleeping with him again,” she told herself as much as Lena.
Lena laughed. “Of course you are.”
Danica sighed. “That’s right. Hi’iaka deems it so.” How could she have thought to defy the wants of a long-dead goddess? “I might as well say to hell with waiting for the fated moment and throw myself at him immediately.”
Lena’s eyes warmed with approval. “Like I said yesterday, there’s hope for you yet, hon.”
Jordan shot Danica a wary glance as they stepped out of the main office elevator a few minutes after noon and headed through the first floor of the building to the open parking lot. Yesterday, he’d been able to avoid getting back in the demonic golf cart with the excuse his villa was less than a half mile from the phalloplasty facility, and he wanted to get some exercise by walking back. Today, he wasn’t feeling so lucky.
As feared, Danica proceeded toward the cart. “Since you won’t tell me what type of work you’re considering having done, we’ll start on the far end of the resort and work our way back here as the week progresses.”
He veered off the sidewalk toward his black rental coupe parked in the middle of the lot. “We can use my car.”
“Taking the service drive will mean missing out on a great deal of the behind-the-scenes part of the resort. You said you wanted to see everything.”
Shit. She had him there.
Jordan turned back, and the eager look on Danica’s face as she jingled the cart’s keys reminded him the golf cart wasn’t possessed, just the woman who drove it.
He had no respect for liars. For the sake of protecting his parents’ welfare, he’d had to lie to Danica about his last name and about wanting surgery. For their sake, he lied again as he made his way back to the sidewalk. “We can take your golf cart, but I’ll need to drive. I have a problem with motion sickness, which is why I got out so fast yesterday. Driving is the only thing that keeps the nausea away.”
The merry jingling of the keys stopped. Her lips pushed into an openmouthed sulk as she held out the keys. “Be careful. I’ve never let anyone else drive her.”
He was supposed to regard her as his father would. Jordan hadn’t managed to accomplish that this morning in her office, and he for damned sure couldn’t do it now, because he was human. Any single guy with a healthy libido would take one look at her lush pink lips pushed into the evocative mew and have the vision of filling up the circle of her lips with his dick.
His shaft roused against the navy knit shorts he’d bought, along with a white and navy polo shirt, in between visits to Danica’s office. “Your baby, huh?”
She continued toward the golf cart. “The one and only.”
He forced his attention from the plumpness of her ass in a midthigh black skirt and continued to the cart. He climbed into the driver’s side, subtly adjusting his growing erection before looking over at her. “Do you want children?”
She gasped and her gaze shot to his groin, like she thought he was making an offer to be the father.
Mom would be elated.
Jordan recoiled with the thought. He would give his parents grandkids someday, but the mother of those kids wouldn’t be Danica. Not that any better candidate came to mind. It wasn’t because he hadn’t taken the time away from work to get to know his recent lovers either. He knew them well enough to know they hadn’t appealed to him beyond a few casual fucks. A woman who kept his interest would come along when the time was right.
Danica frowned.
