Bad Rep
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I turned to Eli. “I don't think we have anything more to say to each other, Eli. So I'll see ya around.” Eli's head dropped and I almost felt bad for him. He looked back up and his eyes zeroed in on Jordan and they turned to ice.
“Well, when you don't have this jack ass speaking for you, maybe we could have that talk. It would be nice to hang out with you again. But until then, I guess I won't bother. Later, Mays.” He swung his guitar around so that it rested on his back and stalked off.
I turned on Jordan, who was still standing there like a damn bodyguard with his arms folded over his chest. His muscles flexed in a way that made me want to touch them with my mouth. But that would have to be tabled for later because right now I was really mad. “He's gone. Happy?” I asked sharply, going into the apartment.
Jordan followed me and shut the sliding glass door. “Babe,” he said and reached out to put his hand on my arm. I tensed under his touch.
“What was with the alpha posturing back there? Don't you think you went a little overboard?” I asked, refusing to look at him. Jordan let out a frustrated breath.
“Just like you went overboard when you stormed out of my show last weekend?” he reminded me. Damn him. He was right.
I looked over my shoulder and he wore an infuriating grin. “This isn't funny.” I frowned and tried to hold onto my anger. Jordan shook his head and pulled me into his arms.
“I'm sorry if I pissed you off. I'm sorry if I acted like a f**ker. But I'm not sorry for chasing off that pansy ass that used to have what's mine. Because you're my girl now and I won't have that ass**le sniffing around where he doesn't belong.” I didn't know if I should be thrilled or totally insulted by what he just said.
“Are you serious?” I asked with what I was sure was a stupefied look on my face.
Jordan sighed and held me tighter. “You and me, Mays, we're a f**king mess.” He buried his face in my hair and I finally wrapped my arms around his back.
“I'm not sure that's a good thing, Jordan,” I said, not being able to stop myself from pressing my nose into the front of his shirt. I loved his perfect guy smell.
Jordan pulled back, reaching up to run his fingers through my hair. “No, it's a f**king great thing! But, we've just got to learn to trust each other. And to remember that when it comes to you and me, nothing else, and definitely no one else matters.” I couldn't stop the smile spreading across my face. I smacked him in the chest.
“It is impossible to stay mad at you!” I huffed out.
Jordan grinned again. “That's part of my charm, sweetheart.” He pulled me forward and kissed my mouth hard. I nibbled at his bottom lip and he moaned. “No, you can't start that. I have plans for you,” he said as I tried to rub myself up against him.
“Screw the plans. Right now, I just want to screw you,” I said crudely. Jordan laughed in surprise.
“Damn. My Maysie has developed a dirty, dirty mouth,” he said, his voice getting husky as he kissed me again.
It was my turn to moan as his tongue teased mine. Then he tore away and set me away from him. “We are leaving right now. There will be time later for, how did you put it? Oh, yeah. Screwing.” I flushed red, totally embarrassed by the tart that showed her naughty head moments earlier. Jordan wrapped his arm around my middle and pulled me toward the door. He kissed the side of my neck as I locked up after us.
“There will be lots and lots of screwing. I promise you that,” he whispered into my ear as I tucked my keys into my purse. I shivered as I felt his lips touch my skin again. I loved when he talked like that. It was like an on switch to my groin.
Jordan took my hand in his and walked me out to his car. We stopped when we got to his truck and he held me out at arm's length. “You look absolutely gorgeous, baby. I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner,” he apologized, his eyes raking over my body. I couldn't stop the self-satisfied smile that lit up my face. He had a way of making me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
“Thanks. You clean up pretty nicely yourself,” I said coyly, smiling at him as he opened my door for me so I could get into the vehicle.
“Only for you, Mays,” he said. And I definitely liked the sound of that.
Chapter Twenty
Jordan didn't drop my hand as he maneuvered the truck out onto the road. “So, where are we going?” I asked, arching my eyebrow at him. He looked over at me.
“You'll see in about five minutes,” he promised. Five minutes? Where in the world was he taking me that was only five minutes away? I was totally stumped.
And more than a little baffled when Jordan pulled into the parking lot at Barton's. He stopped the truck and unbuckled his seat belt. I hadn't moved, looking up at the sign in front of me. He unbuckled me and then smirked. “Well, aren't you gonna get out?” he asked. I peered out of the windshield.
“You're taking me to Barton's?” I asked, needing clarification.
Jordan opened his door and got out. “Yep,” he replied, coming around to open my door for me. I was trying not to be disappointed.
“This is just so you can get your employee discount isn't it?” I joked as Jordan wrapped his hand around mine. Jordan snorted.
“Wow, you think a lot of me huh?” he teased, squeezing my hand.
He held open the door to the restaurant and let me go in first. I hadn't been there since I had quit. I still felt bad about leaving so abruptly. Because I had really liked working there. But with all the Jordan drama that had gone down, I had chickened out and shirked on my responsibility. Even now that Jordan and I were a couple, I knew working together wouldn't be very good for either of us.