you do remember me?” She grins, sitting back on the chair and crossing her long smooth legs. “I decided not to get the tattoo just yet. But it wasn’t going to be a butterfly.”
“No? Well, I guess you’re more of skull and crossbones kind of girl.”
“Maybe I am. I guess you’ll never know, being you turned me down.” She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow. She appears very comfortable in my presence. Even Becca wasn’t this comfortable when we first met.
I can’t stop my eyes from wandering down to her hip, the place where she wanted the tattoo. “Next time I won’t turn you down.” I’m unable to control the throaty way it comes out. Clearing my throat, I drag my eyes back up to meet her face. Who the hell do I think I am, flirting with a girl like this? Those days are long gone for me.
“You know, I think I would like a drink,” she says, smoothing her hands over her skirt. “Would you mind getting me a glass of water?”
In the kitchen I glance back and notice her exhale, letting out her nervousness when I’m not there to see it. Not quite as collected when she thinks I’m not looking. Her whole cool, composed demeanor around me is an act. I’ve got to hand it to her, it’s a good one. I give her a bottle of water. “Josh should be home soon. I have some work to do in my room, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Please stay.” Her fingers graze my wrist. The heart I’m fighting to slow down goes into over drive. “I’m sorry if I said or did something to make you upset. I admit I am a bit uneasy today. I had a meeting before and I’m all dressed up and in business mode. And now I’m here to meet Josh and discuss a position for him at the bar. It’s been a long day.”
“If I’m making you uncomfortable, just tell me. I have no problem waiting in my room.”
“No, not at all.” Her shoulders straighten. “Seeing you again threw me off.” She pauses. “Things don’t usually throw me off.”
Seeing her again is throwing me off too. I travel over to the fridge and take out a beer. I hold one up to offer her. She shakes her head no.
“What kind of meeting did you have?” I ask, twisting off the top, taking the first sip.
“The bar is looking to start having some live entertainment on the weekends. Offering gigs to a few different local bands. I met with some people to discuss the legal side of it. The boring stuff to most people but I enjoy it.”
“Are you studying to become a lawyer?”
“Getting there. It’s a long road.” She looks down at her phone. “Looks like Josh is running late. Maybe one beer wouldn’t hurt.”
I’m across the room and back with a bottle instantly. To my surprise Jordyn has moved over to the couch. Sitting down next to her I open the beer and hand it to her.
“Thanks,” Jordyn crosses her legs towards mine. Her luscious red lips wrap around the top of the long neck bottle. She’s very close and unlike the comfortable feeling I get when Becca sits this close to me, I feel my insides scatter, my heart vaulting into my stomach causing chaos.
We both start speaking at the same time, then stop and laugh. If I didn’t know better I’d think I was picking up a vibe between us. She slides off her heels, slipping her legs up underneath herself on the couch. “Is this okay?” she asks, running her hand down over the soft skin of her leg seductively.
“Very.” I hear my voice go deep and once again cough to clear it. “It’s fine.” Whatever seductive things I think she’s doing is clearly all in my head. Jordyn goes to say something but we’re interrupted by the front door being swung open.
“I am so sorry. Josh is running late and he’ll be in here in like five minutes, I swear.” Becca walks in panting and out of breath. She holds her arms up to me. “I tried texting you and calling you. Where’s your phone? Why didn’t you answer?”
“Oh, I think it’s in my room. Sorry, I didn’t hear it,” I apologize, wiping a hand