Chocolate. Cinnamon. Jordan.
The combination was heady, and I wanted more of it. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him closer, letting him lead. The effect of the earlier alcohol was nothing compared to how drunk I was on his caresses. Endlessly, we kissed, sharing touches and whispered words of wonder. He discovered the spot behind my ear that drove me crazy. I found that he loved the feel of my tongue on his neck.
We both determined we lost track of time, and when the car stopped. I realized we’d been making out like teenagers for thirty minutes. We broke apart, both of us breathing hard. Jordan straightened his tie, shook his head to clear it, and slipped from the car, offering me his hand. He walked me to my door, waiting as I unlocked it. I felt the heat of him behind me, caught a whiff of his sexy cologne that was now soaked into my clothing from being pressed against him. His breath drifted across my neck, making me shiver. My fingers shook as I tried to get the key into the lock, and with a low chuckle, he covered my hand with his and steadied it.
He followed me inside, shutting the door. His gaze was warm, his smile indulgent. He traced one finger down my cheek, stopping at my mouth. Lazily, he ran his finger along my bottom lip.
“You are sweet. Addictive.” He lifted his eyebrow. “Dangerous.”
“I could say the same.”
He leaned down and kissed me. The lightest brush of his mouth on mine. “Then I guess it’s a good thing we’re together.”
I barely recognized my voice. “I guess so.”
He stepped away. “It amazes me how difficult it is to walk away from you already.”
I swallowed. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Text me when you get home.”
He lifted my hand and kissed it. “Goodnight.”
Jordan
Bentley and Aiden glanced at each other after I explained what I was interested in.
“How big a condo unit do you want, Jordan?” Bentley asked.
“I was thinking a two-bedroom. I can use the spare room as an office and a guest room for when my daughter visits.”
He nodded, concentrating on the screen in front of him. “We have three left. Plus a three-bedroom. It’s on the top floor, great views, and is actually the best value for money, square-foot wise.”
“I’m trying to downsize, Bentley. The three-bedrooms are over twenty-two-hundred square feet.”
Aiden spoke up. “Some, like Maddox’s, are larger. The one we have is in building B and was made a little smaller because the person who shares that part wanted a larger unit. The three- bedroom is just under two-thousand square feet.”
I pursed my lips.
“Why don’t you look at both and decide?” Bentley offered. “You may not like either, and if that’s the case, no pressure.”
Aiden chuckled. “They’re one of the most well-made condos around, and the management is top-notch.”
I laughed along with them. “I’d heard that.”
BAM only built the best. There was no cutting corners with them—ever. This project had been a massive undertaking for them, and I was proud to have been associated with it.
“If you don’t like them, Jordan, what about the new project? The fifty-five-plus compound we’re building?”
“Those won’t be ready for a while, and I want to move fairly quickly, Bentley. I like the idea of the individual houses, but it’s also a little out of town while I’m still working. Maybe once I think of retirement.”
Bentley regarded me for a moment, his intense blue eyes meeting mine steadily. “First off, I hope that’s a long way off, Jordan. Second, we plan on holding back a few places for lease only. There are always those who prefer not to own, so we cater to those individuals as well. If you decided you wanted one of those places, you could buy direct from us.”
I smiled. “Knowing you, Bentley, by the time I retire, you’ll have a dozen other places I can pick from. But for now, I would like to see the units you have at Ridge Towers.”
“I’ll take you there today myself. Maddox will come with us since he has all the numbers and can answer any of your questions.”
Aiden piped up. “I think I’ll join you.”
I waved my hand. “Not necessary. I know you’re busy.”
“I insist.”
I stood, knowing Bentley wouldn’t move on this. “All right.”
“Two o’clock.”
“Fine. I’ll meet you there.”
I almost made it to the door when he asked.
“Will Sandy be joining us?”
Such an innocent question. Asked casually as if it was an afterthought, when I knew it was anything but.
I glanced over my shoulder. “I hadn’t asked her, but perhaps I will. She can offer me an objective opinion.”
Bentley nodded. “That’s a good idea.”
Aiden leaned back in his chair, grinning like a loon. I left the office before I started to laugh.
Sandy was right—overgrown, curious children. All of them.
Sandy and I walked around the two units, opening cupboards, listening as Reid, who’d found out about the trip and insisted on joining us, blathered on about the technical wonders he’d added.
As part of the company, I had watched these towers being built. Attended design meetings and looked over the blueprints many times. Toured the buildings once they were complete. But looking at the units as a prospective buyer was a different experience.
I opened the patio door and stepped onto the balcony, staring at the vista in front of me. This unit was on the side of the building that overlooked the water. I liked that, plus the fact that there was a small marina being added. I could walk to my boat. The drive into the office would take a little longer, but given the early hours I usually went in, it would be worth it for the ease of access to my boat.
Sandy stepped out beside me, laying her hands on the rail. “It’s surprisingly quiet.”
“They’ve designed this very well.” I swept my gaze over the landscape. The wooded area with a trail leading down to the water. The outside pool and tennis court. The feel of a small resort while still being at home. “It’s amazing.”
“Is it for you, though?”
“It would be a big change. I need to think it over carefully.” I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. “How vigilantly are we being watched?”
She peeked over her shoulder, then chuckled and turned back. “Desperately trying to act casual and failing.”
“I can’t believe they’re all here.”
“They’re trying to act as if all the partners show off units all the time.” She snorted softly. “As if.”
“What are they expecting?”
“I have no idea. I think they wanted to see us together. See how we act?”
“I imagine they’re pretty disappointed.” I snickered. Sandy and I had acted as if we were in the office, discussing details of the units in a businesslike manner, standing apart, not touching.
She laughed softly. “Serves them right.”
“Do you think they know what I really want to do is hold your hand?” I asked quietly. “Pull you down on that bed in the master bedroom and lie there with you so I would know how it felt to open my eyes in the morning and not only see that view but see it with you beside me? Kiss you in the kitchen and see how you feel pressed against that imported marble?”