Page 22 of Pucking Rebound
“It’s all sorted.” Jordy appears at my side, holding out his hand for me to give him my jacket. “Boxes will be here by eight tomorrow morning.” He drapes it over the back of one of his oak wood dining chairs that look designer and expensive. “Do you think Graham will go to work in the morning?”
“You bet your ass he will. All he cares about is that stupid shop.” Looking back, all he seemed to care about was the money I inherited when my dad died.
Screw him, I’m canceling the payment for the rent tomorrow. Graham can deal with the aftermath. I couldn’t give a shit if the landlord takes him to court and sues his ass.
The quicker I cut anything that links me to him, the better.
I want the cheating bastard out of my life forever.
A wave of tiredness hits me, causing an involuntary yawn to leave my lungs.
Like a bear ready for hibernation, I could sleep for months.
“Bed, sleepyhead.” Jordy passes me my newly acquired toothbrush with a tender smile.
“I need something to sleep in,” I remind him.
“Well, that’s easy.” Jordy pulls his tee shirt up over his head, taking it off, fully exposing his firm muscles, the deep divots of his laddered abs, and perfectly sculpted arms.
Mercy me.
I’m going to hell for all the impure thoughts of how his body would move as he fucked me and how he would feel above me. And what he would taste like if I were to lick his washboard stomach, which I thought about earlier and now can’t stop imagining.
“Holy shit,” I mutter under my breath.
“Are you going to take it, or do you need more time to look a little longer?” He holds it out for me.
I reluctantly shift my gaze away from his sexy body to his face. It’s criminal being that handsome.
I whip the shirt out of his hands, making him laugh and his stomach muscles clench.
Fixated with his boxers that sit higher than his jeans, I can’t seem to look away. The temptingVof his Adonis belt leads to a little sprinkling of hair just below his belly button, making butterflies dance in my stomach.
Jordan is ripped. Tall, and lean, he’s solid in every way, but my God, I don’t think I’d know what to do with a body like his. It’s almost too intimidating.
Almost.
“I’ll show you to your room.” Jordy smirks as if he knows what I’m thinking, before leading the way to his guest bedroom.
Following him down a lit hallway, my eyes glue themselves to his solid shoulders and hypnotizing hips that sway in illicit ways.
His over-confident swagger is addicting and the ambient lighting only emphasizes the deep peaks and troughs of his muscles, making them look like they are dancing.
He looks like a catwalk model. Perfect and surreal.
And I’m alone with him.
I don’t trust who I am tonight. I wanted him to kiss me earlier in his garage.
“This is your room.” Jordy pushes the door open, revealing a ginormous corner bedroom overlooking the city below.
“Wow.” I scan the room and my attention lands on the large abstract painting above the bed in soft caramel and blue tones, with flecks of gold spattered across the canvas. “That’s beautiful.” I move in for a better look.
“It’s one of my favorites,” Jordy reveals.
“It matches the others.” There are at least four similar paintings in the living area.
“It’s part of the same collection. The artist uses impasto paint to give it that three-dimensional look. The paint brings the pieces to life.”
