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kissed her each night but he always restrained it. Not tonight though; he cupped her full breast through her dress and kneaded them in his palms, his mouth still nipping at her neck. She moaned loudly and ground her hips boldly against him; he gripped her hips and moaned low in his throat, she felt something hard pressing against her thighs and realized what it must’ve been but she was too aroused to care. She wanted, needed him to make love to her, the shocking discovery increasing her need.
     
    “Come home with me tonight baby”, he said between kisses.
     
    The fog slowly cleared from her brain replaced by cold reality and she eased off his lap, crest fallen.
     
    “I can’t”, she whispered, “Nana would never approve”.
     
    He frowned and muttered a little irritatingly, “I’m sure Nana understands”.
    She had to leave before she began to beg him to take her with him and damn the consequences.
    “Goodnight”, she muttered almost inaudible opening the car door and racing to her house. She almost ripped the clothes from her body in frustration and as she stepped into the shower she convulsed in sobs. Why is it she never did anything she wanted to do? Everything was dictated to her; what to wear, what she could and could not do, she felt utterly hopeless.
    She ignored the buzzing of her cell phone when it rang; she just held on to mini Jordan, wishing for all the world it was the real one, and cried herself to sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
     
     
    “MAY I COME IN?” a sultry voice murmured from behind her.
    She spun abruptly, causing the file cabinet she had been searching to almost topple. He was so magnificent, clad in a navy blue suit and white undershirt that was gapping at the neck, except his expression was filled with gloom. Her heart broke in a million little pieces at the sight of him. Why oh why her heart wept, couldn’t she have fallen for someone who would marry her so that Nana wouldn’t have to skin her alive, or someone who wasn’t out of her league and could love her in return?
    Yes she loved him; the acknowledgement caused her to feel light headed and made her knees wobbly. He was kind and gentle and he never used his power to abuse others; she remembered the day at Myles Adventures and the way he had patiently fed her, his concern for her; but how long would it last, someone like him could never love someone like her. He might be fond of her now but it would all fade as soon as the novelty of her wore off and he realized she was just a plain orphan girl; nothing like the refined beauties he was used to.
    The revelation filled her with such desolation that she had to turn away to prevent him seeing the tears that had pooled in her eyes.
    “What is it Jordan?” she whispered resignedly.
    “Why haven’t you answered my calls?” he asked sounding irate, “I’ve been worried sick about you all weekend”.
    She had been so distraught with longing and heartache after their little tryst Saturday night that she was afraid if she had spoken to him she wouldn’t be able to mask it.
    She hadn’t heard him come up to her until he griped her shoulders and spun her to face him.
    “Talk to me Lauren”, his eyes were pleading, “I know something is wrong”.              
    “Everything’s fine, I was just busy that’s all”, she gave him the best smile she could muster in her present sate. He searched her face for a few seconds then shrugged in defeat and released her.
    “Can you break for lunch now”, all traces of emotion was gone from his voice, “I have someone    I’d like you to meet”.
    She scowled, who could he possibly want her to meet? She wondered.
    He seemed to have guessed her thoughts, “my lips are sealed, you’ll have to come with me to find out”.
    This was her only chance at happiness and how long it lasted didn’t seem important anymore, an inner voice sanctioned; she saw herself growing old and wondering