Sweet Torment/A Jordan Knight Fanfic (18+)✔️

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Chapter Four

Charlie: I'll be at work until at least eight. Go ahead and eat without me.

I stared at the text on my phone, not sure how to respond. What was there to say? I'd be going home to an empty house and eating dinner alone. Again. I thought having a husband meant that I'd no longer feel lonely.

Wrong.

I'd never felt more lonely than I had since Charlie and I had drifted apart.

"Ms. Hawkins, I'll need you back at your desk in five minutes." Jordan's voice broke into my silent seething as I stared at my phone.

I glanced up at him, and I felt uncomfortable as I thought about my closet climax the day before. Why had I come so damn hard when he popped into my head? I wondered if he was as dominating in the bedroom as he was in the office. I wondered what kind of kisser he was. What kind of lover he was. He was rocking another suit, and my eyes drifted to his broad shoulders before I snapped myself out of my fantasies.

It was ridiculous. Jordan was an asshole. I saw the kinds of ladies he took to work functions when I'd Facebook stalked him. They were leggy, blonde, and scorching hot. Even if I was single, he would never want me.

Even if there was some small chance in hell he had any interest, he'd never cross the line with his married assistant—especially not when he'd just taken over as CEO.

And I'd never cheat on Charlie even if the offer was on the table.

"Yes, sir," I said, setting my phone down and focusing on shoveling the rest of my lunch into my mouth. His cap on my lunch break gave me a total of fourteen minutes, but arguing the point was futile. I didn't want to be accused of talking back to the boss, so I shut my mouth and did what he said.

I wouldn't win Assistant of the Year if I spent my time arguing with him, and he and the other company bigwigs were finalizing their decision within the next month or two.

I headed back to my desk. Mr. Knight sat in one of the chairs across from my desk. His elbows rested on his knees, and his hands were folded in front of him as he stared down at a spot on the floor. I took a moment to enjoy the view.

When his dark eyes met mine, a surge of anticipation bounced up my spine. I couldn't help but wonder if he felt it, too.

"I need you to book me a trip to New York. Flight and hotel." He stood. "I emailed you the details. I'm taking a last-minute opening for a presentation spot at a conference, and I'll need an assistant. It's partially over a weekend, so check your calendar." He headed back into his office without waiting for my reply.

Was that his way of inviting me on a trip to New York? Or was that his way of demanding I attend the conference with him?

Either way, with Assistant of the Year on the line and the strong desire to get away from Charlie for a few days, I was in.

And I was just a little bit interested in what Jordan might be like outside of the office.

I opened his email, a forward of the conference details. It was less than two weeks away, which meant that we had a lot of work to do in a short amount of time.

I supposed I had an obligation to check a five night trip with my husband, so I finally responded to the text he'd sent me earlier.

Me: My boss asked if I can accompany him on a trip to New York a week from Wednesday through the following Monday. Do you have any reasons why I shouldn't go?

I could've been a little nicer, I supposed. But it took two to tango, and he hadn't exactly been full of pleasantries lately. As I glanced at the calendar, I realized that the trip would take place over the last weekend of the month—over our monthly date night. I wondered if he'd even notice, let alone tell me not to go.