From Rags to Riches

Progress

Rebecca:

Finally, after four failed interviews, I get the job of my dreams with a company who saw my passion and potential rather than judged me on my lack of qualifications.
"Congratulations" Jordan says as he pulls me close. Being in his arms is a feeling I've become accustomed to, and it makes me feel safe and wanted; feelings I haven't felt since my parents died. I pull away and see my little girl looking up at us with a huge smile and chocolate frosting all over her face. I scoop her up and tickle her belly; making her laugh. My favourite sound.
"Right let's give you a bath missy, and then have some lovely dinner and then bedtime" I start to walk away but Jordan calls me back. I turn around to see him with one hand in his pocket and the other running through his hair; chuckling as he picks out a piece of egg shell.
"I thought you know, in celebration, I could possibly take you out? Just the two of us? Cara will look after Sienna" I can't help the smile that grows on my face as he rambles on.
"That sounds lovely. But please shower before we go" I answer with a wink before turning around and walking towards the bathroom.

An hour and a half later I walk out into the great room wearing a navy blue dress and I feel like a different person. It's tight fitting, comes to just above the knee and it has a V cut; revealing a bit of cleavage which makes me feel a bit uncomfortable but at the same time stylish and if I say so myself: quite sexy. I've never had to do my hair before so I leave it down, letting it fall in loose waves down to my breasts. I've paired the dress with some nude heels that Jordan bought me, making me four inches taller. I find Jordan standing at the glass wall that surrounds the great room, overlooking the Seattle skyline. I very carefully make my way over to him in these shoes, but he hears me coming and turns around. His charcoal eyes widen and I can't help but blush and bite my lip. He walks over to meet me halfway and I take the moment to drink him in. He's wearing a black suit with a grey tie which makes his eyes stand out. His copper hair falls just right and I have to fight the urge to run my hand through it. Calm down Rebecca, it's just a celebratory dinner, not a date.
"Rebecca, you look absolutely stunning" he says as he leans in to kiss my cheek. He smells amazing too. He pulls away and I'm momentarily dazed by the closeness of his presence. He holds his hand out and I take it with a shaky hand. He gives it a squeeze and smiles at me. Oh that smile.
"Let's go celebrate this stepping stone in your life" he leads me over to the elevator and we descend down into the garage. We walk over to one of his overly expensive cars and he opens my door for me. I give him a smile and get inside, watching as he closes my door and walks around the front to get in the drivers seat.
"No Mason tonight?" I ask him, as normally Mason drives Jordan everywhere.
"I thought we could have a night to ourselves" he tells me and my heart races even more than it was.

Twenty minutes later we pull up outside a skyscraper building. I frown slightly as Jordan gets out and runs around to my side to open the door. Again he offers his hand and I take it; stumbling slightly in my ridiculously high heels. Jordan chuckles as he catches me and holds my head up to look into his grey orbs.
"What am I going to do with you?" He says and I giggle.
"Where is this restaurant?" I ask as he lets go of me and takes my hand. He turns around and points up to the building.
"The Mile High club, seventy-fifth floor. It's mine" he tells me and I gape at him.
"It's yours?" I ask in astonishment. What else does this man own? We walk into the building and ride up in the elevator. The small room suddenly becomes electrified, an atmosphere I can't describe, but it definitely makes me feel hot.
"I feel it too" Jordan whispers in my ear and I am shocked. Does he know what this feeling is? Before I can question him the elevator doors open up to a secluded, dimly lighted room. Jordan guides me through and he quickly whispers to one of the waiters who takes us through to the private dining area. We're the only ones in here and I can't help but feel intimidated. Jordan pulls my chair out for me and I thank him as I sit down. He tucks me in and walks over to his chair, smiling as he sits down. Almost immediately a waiter comes over to pour us a glass of champagne before disappearing. Jordan lifts his glass up and I follow suit.
"To progress" he announces.
"To progress" we clink glasses and I giggle before taking a sip. The bubbles feel unfamiliar in my mouth but satisfying at the same time. I set my glass down and pick up the menu.
"Don't like it?" Jordan asks, looking at the glass.
"I do, I just haven't had champagne since got into WSU" I say sadly, remembering the party my parents threw when I got my place in college. Jordan reaches over and places his hand on top of mine, I look up and I'm met with soft, sad grey eyes. He gives me a small smile and squeezes my hand.
"They'll be very proud of you, you know?" He says and I scoff.
"What by living on the street for three years? What is there to be proud of in that?" I snap back and his eyes widen, but he stands his ground.
"They'll be proud of how strong you are. How you've become an amazing mum to an extraordinary little girl" he admits and I blush so red I instinctively reach up with my spare hand to check my cheeks aren't on fire. Jordan lets out a loud laugh and I laugh too.
"You have high thoughts about me" I mutter and he suddenly becomes serious.
"What can I say? You've bewitched me" holy cow, what do I say to that?

We get back to the apartment at around ten and I'm all giggly. I've definitely had one too many glasses of champagne. I lean against Jordan as he practically drags me through the great room and up the stairs. I walk into my room and see my little princess curled up on her side holding a stuffed rabbit Jordan bought her. I suddenly become a bit sober and walk over to her. I bend down and kiss the top of her head.
"I love you sweet girl" I whisper in her ear before standing up and turning to Jordan.
"Thankyou for tonight, it was amazing, and I'm sorry you had to pay for it all" I say and bite my lip as I look at the floor. Suddenly a pair of shiny shoes come into my eye line and I feel a finger on my chin; lifting it up so I'm practically nose to nose with this copper haired God who I know I'm falling fast for.
"Don't feel sorry, it's my club, remember?" He winks and I giggle. My eyes have a mind of their own and I keep looking from his eyes down to his lips, and back up again.
"Good night Becca" he whispers and my knees go weak as he says my nickname.
"Goodnight" I manage to say back and just as I think he's going to pull away he leans in and gently places his lips on mine. His lips are so soft and I can feel a current running between our lips. He pulls away too quickly and I sway forward with him. He chuckles and kisses my head.
"Sweet dreams" he says before walking away and out the door. I stare at the door for what feels like hours before taking my dress off and changing into a nightgown. Today has been about progress, and not just with work.