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

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**Warning Mature Content Ahead**

Chapter Nineteen

Usually I hated Monday mornings with a fiery passion, but I was so excited that I hardly slept at all on Sunday night.

Exhaustion would plague me once my morning caffeine wore off, but excitement was the primary emotion I felt. I couldn't wait to see what awaited me at the office. I'd never been in a secret affair with my boss. This was new territory, and everything inside me was alight with anticipation.

I dressed in a fairly low-cut dress with a green and white chevron pattern. I wore tall white heels that accentuated my calves and made me feel sexy. I spent a little extra time perfecting my hair and make-up. I was dressed and ready to go before Charlie even rolled out of bed. I brewed the coffee and made myself some oatmeal, and then I filled my travel mug and scooted out the door before I had to interact with my dear husband.

I got to the office twenty minutes earlier than normal, and instead of flying through the door right at the last minute to avoid the wrath of Mr. Knight, I walked casually to my desk. He was in his office already. I could hear him rustling around in there, but I wasn't sure of the protocol. I sat at my desk and powered up my computer, and once I logged in, I decided to pop into his office.

I knocked on the doorframe. "Good morning," I said with genuine cheerfulness.

Jordan didn't look up in my direction. His eyes were glued to some paperwork on his desk. "I'll need an update on the Genesis Group before nine-thirty. I've got a conference call at ten. Get me the marketing files for GeoTech. We need to fix the underperforming ads. Did Aaron send you the details?"

"I haven't checked my email yet," I said, my voice filled with disappointment.

Jordan sighed. "Check it and get back to me ASAP. I also need you to focus on the MTC account. I have a meeting with Lincoln next week and you'll need to be there. He wants some preliminary ideas."

"Where do I start?"

He finally looked up at me. His eyes drifted down to my cleavage and paused for a moment, and I watched as lust splashed momentarily across his face. He shook his head just slightly, and then he looked back down at his paperwork.

"You'll figure it out."

I rolled my eyes since he wasn't looking at me anyway and headed back out to my desk in total defeat.

Why did I even like him?

Sure, he was hot. But he was a complete jerk. I hated him more than I liked him. He treated me like shit, and I deserved better. I was putting everything on the line, and for what?

I couldn't help but wonder: Why did I have to be so attracted to such an asshole?

I pulled up my email and found the details he had requested. I gathered the data he'd need for his conference call. I emailed everything to him, and then I dialed into his office.

"Yes?"

"The items you requested are in your email, Jordan."

He hung up on me.

Hung up.

With no reply.

No "thanks." No "that was sure helpful." No "you look sexy in that green and white dress."

Nothing.

Instead, he appeared in front of my desk. His eyes flashed with anger.

Anger?