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

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Chapter Thirteen

"Emily! Over here!" I turned at the sound of my name, and Luke wore a huge smile.

I walked over with my boxed lunch and slid into the seat beside him. "You look awfully chipper considering our night out."

"I didn't drink half the amount you did."

I rolled my eyes and opened my box to find a sandwich, a bag of chips, and an apple. "Thanks so much for stopping me."

He chuckled. "You kept telling me you could handle it. And you were doing fine."

"Until I wasn't."

"Yeah, until you weren't."

We both laughed. "How mad was he?"

"On a scale of one to ten? Eleven. He said we will deal with the repercussions later."

Luke made a face. "Whatever that means."

"I mean, if he wants to spank me..."

He set down his burger. "God, Emily. You are aware that I'm a single man, right?"

"I'm not."

"Like it matters."

Part of me wanted to be offended, but I laughed at his teasing. Sometimes laughter was the only way to deal with a serious situation.

Luke took a sip of his drink. "His presentation was outstanding, but I'm guessing it's because you did all the work on it."

"Shut up," I mumbled. "It was all his. I just put it together."

"You're too modest."

I shrugged. "I'm glad you were there."

"I heard him thank you."

"I was shocked. Like beyond shocked."

"So was I based on what you've told me about him."

"Speak of the devil," I said, my eyes glued to Jordan as he walked into the banquet room. He wasn't alone; a flock of women followed him, but I watched as he glanced around the room with a bit of anxiety. I wondered what he was looking for, and then his eyes caught mine. His face smoothed over until his eyes darted to Luke beside me, and then his expression darkened ever so slightly.

He turned back to one of the women vying for his attention, and I wondered what that was all about.

"He wants you, Emily. He wants you and he wants me away from you."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I see how he looks at you. He searched you out the second he walked into this room. And then he gave me a dirty look."

"That's ridiculous."

Luke shrugged. "Believe what you want."

After lunch, I headed back to the suite. I was relaxing on the couch, scrolling lazily through my phone to avoid reality. I'd just started thinking I should head back down for the next session when the door opened.

Jordan walked in, and his hand went immediately to his throat to loosen his tie. I watched him tensely from where I sat. He ran so hot and cold—one minute he was telling me how he wanted me since the moment we met, and the next minute he was ordering me around and treating me like dirt. I wondered which version of him just walked through the door.

His eyes landed squarely on me. "We need to talk."

My phone started ringing in my purse. My eyes darted away from his and in the direction of the sound.