One More Night/ A Jordan Knight Fanfic✔️

10

Ten

As we walk through Mandalay Bay to meet the men on Saturday morning, my traitorous thoughts go immediately to the last time I was at this hotel. Posters advertising upcoming bands adorn the walls. I stared at one of those posters not so long ago and felt the man in the center of the image staring back at me, just like I felt his eyes on me as I stood against the stage gazing up at him.

Jordan isn't in any of the advertisements now that his concert date has passed, but his image is still burned in my mind.

I keep thinking I'll spot him sitting at one of the Blackjack tables or walking out of one of the bars. That night I spent with him brought him from this inaccessible rock god down to human level, if only for a few hours.

But now he's back to the inaccessible rock god, the man every woman would love a night with, the man who works a stage unlike anybody else, the man who was on a reality television show and became a household name.

We spot the men near the entrance to the pool, and I force the unhealthy thoughts away. "Why don't you all head to the pool while I get us checked in?" Donnie suggests.

"I'll come with you," I say. I'm back to this weird dynamic of wanting to be with him versus extreme hesitance to get into something I'm not ready for.

A week away from him made me realize something, though: I really like him.

I'm afraid to admit it, but part of me feels like he's exactly what I need to move on from that night that's still so fresh in my mind two weeks later. I don't want it to be fresh. I want the memory to fade, yet I'm holding onto it like a lifeline. I'm a walking contradiction.

Donnie snags my hand in his as we make our way toward the check-in desk. The clerk taps a few keys then says, "You've reserved a sun villa on our third floor. It has a private pool for villa users and six lounge chairs. The covered portion has a daybed, television, counter, and small refrigerator. Your total comes to nine seventy-five for the day."

Donnie hands over his beautiful, black AmEx while I try not to choke on that total.

The hostess taps a few more keys and then shows us a map of where to go. "The villa has towel service, and anything you need will be there."

It better freaking have towel service for almost a thousand bucks. I'm in awe that this is my life for today, and as I allow my gaze to settle on Donnie's muscular calves, I'm thrilled that I get to spend the day with this sexy man who's already starting to help me forget.

We follow the directions to our paradise for the day, an oasis in the desert.

As soon as we set down our bags, a waitress who introduces herself as Joelle appears to take our drink orders.

Donnie glances at me. "You drinking?" he asks.

I shrug and smile at Joelle. "Mimosa."

"Bloody Mary for me," he says.

She nods and scampers off, and I start tapping a text on my phone to let Jill and Tess know we're all checked in.

Donnie is suddenly inches from me. "What are you doing?" he asks.

"Texting Jill and Tess."

He places his palms on my biceps and leans in toward me. "Now why would you want to do that?"

Nerves rattle around in my belly at his proximity. "Because I don't want you to waste your money."

"Don't worry about that. Put your phone down."