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

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**Warning Mature Content Ahead**

Chapter Five

As we exited the elevator, I had no idea what to expect. I saw several potential outcomes. In one scenario, Jordan swept all the papers and office supplies off my desk in a dramatic movie-inspired moment and took me right there in the empty office. In another scenario, he had me pressed up against the windows overlooking the skyscrapers of Los Angeles.

The thought that he wouldn't act on that random, steamy moment in the elevator never crossed my mind.

And the scenario that actually happened also never entered my mind.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jordan said to an unreasonably gorgeous blonde woman sitting in one of the chairs across from my desk. She wore a tight, black dress that left very little to the imagination, and I suddenly felt very juvenile in my sundress with flowers all over it.

"You said you'd be coming back to the office after your dinner," she said, her voice low and sultry.

He gave her an irritated look before glancing back over at me. I noticed he looked at her with a different irritation than he reserved for me on a daily basis. "Get in my office," he growled at her.

I had to wonder if he was going to use the blonde to dispel the sexual tension that had thickened the air of the elevator around us.

I had no business wondering it, and I should've been relieved that an obstacle had presented itself. Whoever she was, she'd stopped me from making a mistake, one that I certainly had never even considered making before.

He followed her into his office and slammed the door. I sat at my desk, shoved my disappointment out of my mind, and typed my notes from the evening. I did a few basic calculations, emailed my notes and my numbers to Jordan, and bolted out of there before I had a chance to hear what might go on between the two of them.

Except for the days Jordan was a total tyrant, I actually liked my job. I was good at it, and it wasn't something that came easily overnight. I'd worked hard to get where I was, and I wasn't going to let some dumb crush ruin it.

I'd put Jordan out of my mind. I'd force myself to get over my attraction to him, I'd talk to Charlie, and I'd get everything back on track.

Besides, I was being totally silly. I didn't know why I thought just because he'd been looking at me in the elevator reflection that he suddenly wanted me. It was ridiculous.

I saw Charlie's car in the parking lot. I assumed he'd be home since it was after eleven, and when my mind drifted to Jordan and that blonde, I immediately banished the thought and the jealousy that paired with it.

I'd read somewhere once that it took two weeks to make something a habit, so if I forced myself to think of Charlie every time Jordan entered my mind for two weeks, then maybe I wouldn't think of Jordan anymore. Maybe all this time I was to blame for the rift between Charlie and me. Our marriage might not be such a mess if I'd put more focus on the two of us and less focus on work.

Charlie was in front of the television when I walked in.

"Hey," I said, setting my purse down on the counter.

"Hey."

I sauntered into the kitchen and poured myself a large glass of wine. I sat down on the couch beside him, taking a few gulps of wine before turning to study him. "How was your day?"

He glanced over at me. His green eyes seemed surprised to see me sitting beside him. He ran a hand through his short, dirty blond hair. "Fine."

I sighed. "Mine was fine, too." My voice came out a touch more annoyed than I'd planned it to, but for God's sake, it was a common courtesy to ask someone how her day was in return.