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

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Chapter Ten

Lunchtime came, and it was another reminder that my boss was an asshole. We walked to the room where lunch was being served and found an open table. I sat, and then Jordan sat—not next to me, but across the table from me.

I gave him an irritated glance, which he completely ignored. I knew no one at this conference. The only reason I was here was to assist Jordan. How was I supposed to do that if we weren't even involved in the same conversations?

It didn't take long for me to figure out why Jordan didn't want to sit by me. One leggy blonde and one busty redhead took the seats on either side of him, and he had the audacity to look like a kid in a candy store.

An attractive man with friendly brown eyes and dark hair who introduced himself as Luke took the seat beside me. After shooting a glare across the table at Jordan, who I couldn't help but notice was gazing in my direction, I settled into small talk.

"Where are you from?" he asked.

"Los Angeles. You?"

"Phoenix."

"How do you like the summers there?"

He grinned. "It's not bad if you like the sensation of sticking your head in the oven."

I giggled. "I have some family in the Phoenix area. We only visit in the winter."

"I don't blame you. So what do you do in LA?"

"I'm an executive assistant. What about you?"

"I'm a consultant for an engineering firm."

The salad course was served, and I found myself lost in conversation with the friendly Luke. I'd expected to be able to attend the sessions with my boss, but by the looks of things, he had his hands full. I had a feeling I was going to be responsible for taking good notes while he got busy in a hotel room with either Leggy or Busty. Or maybe both. I didn't know how he liked to swing things.

It was better this way. Seeing him in his natural habitat, flirting with other women and giving them his full attention, solidified my plan to get over him.

After the post-lunch sessions, we had a two-hour break before dinner and the mixer with cocktails to end the evening. I was looking forward to the cocktails.

I headed up to the hotel room, where, to my surprise, I found Jordan. Alone and typing on his laptop.

I didn't bother greeting him. I was mad at him for choosing to sit with two women who clearly only wanted to get in his pants.

I headed straight into the bedroom and sat on the bed with my phone. I shot off a quick text to Charlie. Everything okay at home? It was another attempt to reopen the blocked lines of communication.

"Did you get notes on that last session?"

I glanced up from my phone to see Jordan standing in the doorway to the bedroom. He looked so painfully handsome in those khaki pants that fit him like a glove and just a shadow of scruff on his jaw.

What would that feel like against my skin? Under my fingertips? Brushing against my cheek? Rubbing on my thighs?

I looked back down at my phone just to have somewhere to look besides Jordan.

"Yes."

"I missed the first couple of minutes."

I hadn't seen him come in late, but I'd been engrossed in my notes. "Well I got them."