A Naughty Christmas/ A steamy Christmas short story/ A Jordan Knight FanFic

Epilogue

Epilogue

Twelve Months Later

I stood in my bedroom, looking at my refection in the floor-length mirror. My black jeans, with a sparkly black top was a hell of a difference from last year's outfit. Then again, now that there was no hotshot newbie to impress, the company had gone back to chucking money at us to get drunk in a back-street pub while they stayed home with fine wine and fancy food.

This year was much more low key, but I still didn't particularly want to mingle with the people I worked with, and would try and get out of it, but I'd been told, in no uncertain terms, that I had to be there by Gabby and Todd. And my boss.

Jordan Knight was the only member of upper management who was attending the Christmas party, and that was also Gabby's fault. She'd weathered the gossip storm in the office with grace as she and Todd had settled in their relationship, but I hadn't.

As I'd expected, people suspected I'd been given the job as PA to the Vice President by spreading my legs for him, but both Jordan and myself managed to put those to rest pretty damn quick with our professionalism in the office. We were never seen to be overtly personal whilst at work, despite to huge amounts of PDA we shared when away from the confines of work; we just couldn't seem to keep our hands off one another, even a year later.

On more than one occasion, I would return from a meeting to find someone waiting at my desk, looking to chat to me about Mr Knight, and me, seemingly having made the mistake that now my relationship was public, and they could approach me for a random chat. No, no thanks. Sleeping with someone didn't change me as a person. I was still in the building to work, not make friends.

"Are you ready yet?" Jordan called out as I dabbed at my lipstick.

"Hold your horses. I'm almost done." Picking up my bag, I checked I had my phone, money, and keys; I then grabbed my leather jacket and made my way out of the bedroom where Jordan was waiting for me.

Unseen by him, I watched as he stood at the window looking out into the dark street. I couldn't stop my eyes roving over him, from the dark hair, down his broad back clad in a black shirt, his pert arse in tight, black jeans, and down to his feet where he wore his black boots. I hated those boots, which is why he wore them at every opportunity he had outside of the office.

As quietly as possible, I walked up behind him and slid my arms around his waist, pulling him against me.

"Do we have to go?" I almost whined in his ear. "I can think of better ways to spend our evening."
Feeling him tense, I slid a hand down the front of his body to cup his cock over his jeans. I could feel it stiffening in my hand and grinned into his back.

"Yes, we have to go. The anticipation will do you good." Turning within the circle of my arms, Jordan placed a kiss on my now scowling mouth. "Besides, maybe we could sneak off and recreate our first meeting."

The shiver that went through me made him chuckle before he stepped away to pick up his jacket.

"You teasing bastard."

"Why yes, yes I am; you call me the sweetest little pet names. Let's go."

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The atmosphere in the pub was frenetic. Although last year, they all still drank a fuck load, this year was different – more than likely due to the fact that none of upper management were in attendance. Jordan didn't count, apparently, as he was 'cool'. So we were told by Bobby from the mail room who seemed to have, somehow, found himself a girlfriend in the past twelve months. Judging by the change in his clothing, she was a good influence on him.

I found a table near the back of the room so I could hide away from everyone other than Jordan, Gabby, and Todd. Just because I was here, it didn't mean I necessarily want to socialise with the rest of the room.

Gabby and I sipped at gin and tonics while Nate and Todd played a game of pool. The two men had grown close over time, and the four of us often met up away from work.

"How long until you two disappear?" Gabby asked me, a wide smile on her face. I made a show of checking the time on my phone. We'd only been here for an hour; an hour too long as far as I was concerned.

"I'll see who wins this game. Jordan may need cheering up."

Gabby threw her head back, laughing. She and Todd were just as bad as Jordan and I but being graceful, I kept my mouth shut. I could tease her any time.

"Todd's been practicing, so it could be anyone's game tonight."

We both looked over at the two men as they joked around with one another. Eventually, Todd raised his fists in celebration as Jordan returned to our table, a pout on his luscious lips. I drank down the last of my drink, stood, and took hold of his hand.

"Next round's on you two." I told Gabby and Todd as I dragged my grinning boyfriend across the pub and into the ladies' room.

The End.

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Thank you for reading. This is the end. There wouldn't be anymore. Just a Christmas short story.