"You thinking of moving in permanently?" she asked, sarcasm dripping in her voice. He laughed softly. It was a deep, sexy sound that made her loins tingle.
"No," he said, "you shouldn't lift anything heavy for the next couple of weeks, nor do anything that will cause exertion. You'll need an extra pair of hands and feet. Since I'm already around, I thought I would volunteer in that regard."
Tuesday
Lissa watched Jordan eating and smiled. She was staring at his tattoos. He was sitting near the front door digging into his curry goat and white rice. She had finished eating the soup and cornbread, and was now laying back in the bed. She watched him, taking in his rugged profile. Quite handsome, she thought. But she was more curious about him than admiring his good looks.
Jordan could feel her eyes on him. He decided not to look up, but to give her the pleasure of staring at him a little longer. After five more minutes of her boring a hole into him, he looked up at her, his eyes sweeping over her slowly. She was in a hospital gown.
She had gone to the bathroom and hadn't bothered to cover herself with the sheets when she returned to bed. The gown didn't hide her curves, but he already knew she was curvy in all the right places. He remembered the warm, softness of her body pressed on him while he held her earlier that morning. Don't go there Jordie, he reminded himself.
A smile quirked up his lips. "Want some?" he asked. His deep voice had a sexy, teasing tone to it. Lissa blinked and looked away. He got up from the chair and came towards her. Sitting down and stretching out his legs, he brought the box close to her face and moved it around playfully. "It's really delicious," he said, his eyes teasing her.
Lissa lifted her eyes and shook her head. She smiled at him. "No, I'm okay." It did smell good though. One bite wouldn't hurt.
"You sure?" He smiled broadly at her. Lissa chuckled a little. "Okay, one bite can't hurt," she answered. She sat up and was about to take the box from him when he moved it away from her. He dug his fork into the box and brought out a fatty piece of goat meat and brought it to her lips.
At first, she was hesitant. Looking into his eyes, she saw that he was teasing her.
"I ..." she faltered. "I can feed myself," she said. She felt uncomfortable. He placed the fork in the box.
"I'm sure you can, but since you said earlier you were feeling weak I don't mind helping you," he told her. His green eyes were watching her intently. The food did smell good. Her mouth was watering.
"Okay," she said nodding. He brought the fork back to her lips. She bent forward and opened her mouth. He carefully placed the fork inside, and she closed her eyes and mouth. He pulled the fork out and she chewed slowly.
Jordan watched her lips moving. "Good?" he asked, his voice huskier than usual. She opened her eyes and stared at him. That gritty, husky quality was in his voice again. It was rather alluring. He cleared his throat, stood up and went back to the chair.
"It's nice and peppery. Yeah, it's good," she answered.
"I believe I heard the doctor telling your dad you should be back home by tomorrow evening all being well," Jordan said. "He said you have a minor procedure to do just to make sure everything is good with ... with—well you know." He blushed a little and Lissa thought that was adorable. "He says a week's bed rest and you should be fine once you take it easy afterwards."
"Jordan?
"Yes, Ms Dixon?"
She opened her eyes and looked at him. Didn't he call me by my nickname a few hours earlier? Never mind, she thought. "Thank you for comforting me. I nearly got you in trouble with your friend. You were very kind to me, I won't forget that," she told him.
Jordan smiled at her. "It's not a problem. My job is to keep you safe and make sure you're comfortable," he replied.
"So, brushing your hand on my cheek, the kiss on the forehead and holding me the way you did in the car is also a part of bodyguard duty?" she asked, amused. She felt a familiar tingling in her loins. She needed to watch herself around him.
A smirk formed on his lips. "Only for the pretty ones," he said quietly. Lissa's heart skipped a beat. "I'm dating your friend," she said pointedly.
Jordan sobered. He nodded. "Yes, that you are." He had finished eating and drank his boxed drink quickly. "I'll be back." He opened the door and stepped outside.
Lissa sighed and closed her eyes. She needed a break. Maybe a visit to Canada will help her get her head screwed on straight.
When Jordan returned an hour later he brought a suitcase with him. She sat up looking at him. He smiled at her.
"You thinking of moving in permanently?" she asked, sarcasm dripping in her voice. He laughed softly. It was a deep, sexy sound that made her loins tingle.
"No," he said, "you shouldn't lift anything heavy for the next couple of weeks, nor do anything that will cause exertion. You'll need an extra pair of hands and feet. Since I'm already around, I thought I would volunteer in that regard."
"You're serious?" she asked. Her eyes took in the suitcase and the look in his eyes. The smile on his face was gone. "Very serious Ms Dixon." He sat in the chair by the door, leaned back and closed his eyes.
She wondered what time it was. "Do you know the time?" she asked, feeling a little annoyed with him. He lifted his wrist to his face and opened his eyes. "It's 8 am," he answered then closed his eyes. Lissa closed her eyes. She didn't feel like talking anyway.
***
She was burning up. Her body was on fire. Lissa was shivering. She felt so cold. The nurse assigned to her pressed a button and another nurse rushed into the room to help attend to her. The doctor was informed of her condition. He would be with her in the next five minutes. She was also having trouble breathing. They placed an oxygen mask over her face.
Jordan stood in a corner of the room watching everything. He was on the phone with her dad. He tried to describe as much as possible what was happening. Marcus told him he would be there within two hours, and asked him to make sure she was okay. Jordan told him he would. When the doctor entered the room, Jordan watched everything carefully, down to the drug they gave her to break her fever.
Dr. Watson turned to him and said, "She should be doing the D&C tomorrow, but I'll see if we can get her an appointment for tonight."
He nodded. He knew what a D&C was.
The fever broke around 9:30 a.m. Jordan was relieved. Somehow she had developed inflammation and her body was trying its best to get rid of it. Hence the terribly high fever she had experienced. When the nurses and doctor left, he was alone with his thoughts.
He heard them say she may have difficulty having children. They had sedated her, and were giving her antibiotics intravenously. He watched her sleeping. He sent Ryan a text about what happened, but didn't tell him what the medical staff said about her not being able to have children. Ryan replied that he would see her later after his shift ended.
Jordan sat in the hospital chair. He knew his friend. Ryan had always wanted children. He wondered how he would feel if he heard Lissa possibly couldn't have kids. His brow knotted as he thought about it.
Being a dad was a strong motivation for his friend. For him not so much. Of course he would love to have offspring, but it wasn't a top priority for him. He needed to make enough money to open his own animal shelter and veterinarian business. He was studying for it part-time. His friend Xander was the inspiration.
He looked at his watch. There wasn't much he could do for her now, except ... There was some clothes in the duffle bag she brought back from her stay with her friend. Maybe he could wash them for her. He nodded to himself. He would leave his suitcase here and let Marcus take it to the house in his car.
The family bought a new washer and dryer set to replace the ones that had been damaged during the home invasion last month. She hadn't gotten around to doing her laundry yet. He could wash her clothes for her. "Yeah, I can do that," he said. He got up and left. He had a spare key to the front door. He rode over to the house and within minutes he had swept and mopped her bedroom floor.
He took her duffle bag with her clothes to the laundry room. He watched carefully as the washing machine drum filled up with water. Turning off the faucet, he unzipped her bag and began removing the clothes and placing them on the floor.
As he sorted through white and coloured clothing, he also noticed her delicates. His hands smoothed them out. There were seven (7) of them—different colors and fabric types. He took up one that caught his attention. It was red with beautiful lace patterns and a cute little red bow at the front. The high cut of the panties meant they would expose more of her bikini line. He imagined how she looked in it. He was sure she would be very sexy.
Feeling his loins respond and his pulse quicken as he thought of her, he took a deep breath and put the panties aside with the other underwear. There were five bras, all black. He started washing the whites then the pastel colours, feeding the washing machine steadily with sweaty clothing.
When one load was done he checked her room to see if there was anything in there that was sweaty. He decided to remove the bed sheets. There was blood on one of them. The other sheet he had wrapped around her last night was taken away by the orderlies. He figured they would burn it.
After he washed, rinsed and semi-dried everything, he started hanging them on the lines in the back of the yard. Afterwards, he took out his phone and typed in how to hand wash women's underwear. He blushed as he thought of himself touching something that was so intimate of hers. Something she had sweat in, something her feminine essence had been on.
Maybe this isn't a good idea, she would probably freak out, if she found out. And he was feeling aroused in the strongest way just thinking about what she looked like in each piece he touched. Her scent wasn't on it, not really. But he had refrained from taking a whiff. He felt ultra uncomfortable about doing that. Maybe she had already washed them. He filled a small basin he saw in the wash room with water, and also fetched some washing detergent. He stood at the outdoor sink and dipped each underwear slowly in the soapy water.
He took a deep breath and began doing what he felt would warrant her giving him a tongue lashing. When he was done rinsing, he placed each underwear on individual clothes pins, hanging them at the far end of the back line.
He sighed as he looked at them. The thought of taking them off and seeing the other 'delicates' she possessed slipped into his mind. He shook his head and muttered a curse word—angry at himself for feeling something for a woman he could not have.
***
After Shane dropped Dana at work, he went to check on his farm in rural St. Catherine. The yield he was getting from the vegetable crops had more than doubled, plus he was seeing some positive results from his growing cacao trees. He had some planted on half acre, while the vegetables were on 5 acres. In between he planted some pineapples and melons. He was feeling good.
After speaking with the farm supervisor about the progress the trees were making, he shook his hand and told him he would allow him to hire an extra farm hand to help clear land and to plant more cacao trees. He told him the money would be in his account by the weekend.
He started this farm with Lissa in mind. But no matter, it was a good venture, and if all went well, Dana would get to enjoy it with him. He was excited to see what the rest of the year held for him. He knew Dana was worried about the arson charges.
On his way to her house she told him that High Command had accepted his resignation. While he was concerned, he felt he had a bargaining chip up his sleeve. He just hoped Marcus was right about his hunch about the Sterling guy.
When he brought Dana a few blocks down from the police station, she looked at him for a good minute then hugged him, and told him she was sorry for what happened to the twins. He had reassured her that though he was disappointed he would be fine. He had touched Dana's lips, kissed her, then told her he was looking forward to sharing a life with her.
They arranged to meet at the same spot so he could take her home. She said it was her turn to cook him dinner and he was happy about it. He loved when she cooked for him. He left the farm and drove over to his parents' house. He needed to see his dad.
***
While in the shower, he thought of her. He thought of her soft, voluptuous curves on top of him. He wondered if she liked being on top or if she preferred feeling her lover's body over her instead. Either way he was thinking of what it would be like being with her.
What was this? Was he losing his mind?
Jordan closed his eyes and remembered the smell of her body—her hair. He was very close to doing something he hadn't done in a while. He increased the water pressure to wash the soap away, then turned off the showerhead. He toweled down quickly. If he stayed longer he would resort to self help.
With the towel wrapped around his hips he walked into the guest bedroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He removed the towel and looked at the 'boner' between his thighs. He hoped if he ignored it, it would go away, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. He had to do something about this throbbing need he was feeling. He couldn't function in this state. He went back into the bathroom and closed the door.
***
Ryan moved quickly towards Dana and tapped her shoulder. He gestured his head towards the lunch room. She looked up at him. Her eyes were blank of emotion. She nodded, stood up from her desk and followed him.
He closed the door behind them. "Since when have you been seeing Sarge?" he asked.
She threw her head back and laughed. It was a loud, vulgar sound. Ryan was perplexed by her behaviour. He let her go and stepped back. She continued to belt out the half angry, half hysterical noise as Ryan watched her. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at him.
“Don’t ever make the mistake of touching me again. Not only will I report you to Supe Dacres and HR, but I will tell Lissa about your foolishness, and I am sure Shane will not be pleased.” Her eyes were like piercing daggers as she spoke to him.
She walked up to him—eyes flashing fire. “If you’re jealous of Shane I can understand. After all, he had Lissa first, and as for me, you will never taste my cookie, but Shane will.” She cut her eyes at him and walked to the door. She opened it and looked back at him. “I won’t say anything, but know this, try this again and I will not hesitate to ruin your career.” She closed the door behind her.
Reynolds chuckled then said, “Who tell yuh that? Who tell yuh Constable Campbell doesn’t like men. She’s just picky.”
Ryan cleared his throat. He looked pointedly at Inspector Simpson. “Yuh ready?” he asked.
Simpson smiled at him. He noticed that Corporal Stewart seemed particularly wound up today. He wondered why. He nodded. Inspector Simpson looked at the rest of his team. “Okay, gentlemen let’s get going. Corporal doesn’t want to be distracted from his mission,” he said, an amused look on his face.
Morrant and Sangster chuckled cheekily. “Nuh worry yuh self Corpie we know ‘bout you and the Doc, but we nah seh nuttn ‘bout she, yah we dupes,” Sangster said. Both snickered loudly this time. Simpson's lips twitched as he tried not to laugh, but Reynolds was not amused. Morrant opened the door to the backseat and Sangster slipped in beside him.
Ryan stood frozen by the passenger side of the vehicle. So everyone knew? He sighed. It doesn't matter. I love her. I don't care what they think. Sarge Reynolds came up behind him and squeezed his shoulder. “I am sorry about what’s happened to Miss Dixon. Supe Dacres got a call from her father. We were planning to stop by and look for her after this shift.”
Ryan nodded. “Yeah, I think she would love that,“ he replied.
“Relationships can seem messy to those on the outside looking in. As long as you and Miss Dixon are good with each other, that’s all that matters,” Sarge Reynolds said. He patted Ryan’s shoulder and slid into the vehicle beside Sangster.
“Yuh coming?” Simpson asked.
Ryan nodded. He slipped in the passenger seat beside him. Simpson smiled at him. “Just teck care a wi girl (our girl), and me and you nah guh inna no problem.”
“Wi girl?” Ryan asked. He was feeling confused now
“Yeh man,” Simpson said smiling. “At some point in time all of us have wanted to be with her. She’s a good girl and really nice to talk to. But Sarge Crosby get fi deh wid her, and now you. Suh teck good care of her for us.” Simpson looked around the vehicle and saw the other men smiling to varying degrees.
Ryan looked too. He grunted. What was all this about?
***
“I’m really sorry,” he said. She noted that he didn’t seem surprised. “You knew?” she asked. He nodded his head slightly. “I overheard them talking. I heard them using medical jargon, but as I mentioned earlier I do have a little training.”
A single tear rolled down Lissa’s left cheek. She brushed it away in disgust. Her nose was a little runny. She drew up the cold before it ran down her nose and swallowed.
“Where did you learn—the medical stuff?” she queried.
He softened his tone for her, lifting his voice a semitone. “While I was in the Army I learned a few things, and now I go to classes part-time online. I have a few practicals I need to finish before exams, but the programme I’m in is pretty flexible.”
“To be a doctor?” she asked. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. He nodded. “Mhm, yup. Animal doctor though.”
“Oh,” was all she said, then turned her head to the TV. He continued to stare at her. “Do you think I am damaged?” she asked.
Jordan sighed. The hand that squeezed hers reached up and touched her face. “Aren’t we all, one way or another?”
She turned her head and looked at him. The pain he saw in her eyes frightened him. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. She was stiff against his embrace, but he held her close until the dam of pain inside her broke and she started to cry.
At first, she let out little cries and whimpers. Then, as she felt his arms tighten around her, she shuddered and started to sob loudly. Her body was shaking with the release of the tears.
Jordan adjusted himself on the bed and rolled her onto her side so he could have space on it with her. He circled his arms around her waist and held her. As her body shook he molded himself behind her.
“It’s okay, Ms Dixon—Lissa,” he said, trying to soothe her.
“I won’t be able to have kids,” she said, her voice filled with anguish.
“It’s a possibility you won’t,” he corrected her. “It's a possibility you will. Anything is possible with God.” His heart ached for the grief she was feeling.
“You believe in God, Jordan?” she asked. Her voice was soft with an infantile quality.
She turned around and looked at him. Jordan stared into her eyes, and said, “He sent me here to protect you; to keep you safe. If He didn’t love you He wouldn’t do that.”
She closed her eyes. “I’m afraid,” she confessed. He cupped her face. “I know, but everything will be okay. I promise you.”
“How do you know?” she asked, opening her eyes. “Because I am here and somehow I feel I’m supposed to help you,” he said. Bending forward Jordan kissed her brow. The contact on her skin made her smile.
“Get some sleep,” he told her. She nodded. He was about to get up when she touched his arm. “Please stay,” she said. He looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. His gaze softened.
“Okay,” he agreed. He sat up and untied his boots’ laces. He kicked them off his feet and lay back on the bed. He pulled her to him and she snuggled up in his embrace. He tangled his feet around hers. Her feet were cold. He was wearing socks. Hopefully, I can warm her up, he thought. He brushed his lips on her neck and heard her breathe in sharply, but she didn't protest. He rested his head on the pillow behind her and tried to relax.
“Close your eyes,” he said, his breath ragged. She closed them and he began humming softly in her ear. Slowly, he hummed a favorite Christian hymn his grandmother used to sing to him as a child. He tenderly brushed his fingers on her hair and listened to her breathing. When it became slow and even, he carefully slipped his body away from hers and sat up, not wanting to wake her.
He stood up, moved quietly to the chair and watched her sleeping. There was a sweet innocence inside her that was unmarred. He could sense it. He would protect it at all costs.
Around 11:00 a.m. Marcus came to visit his daughter. He had stopped by to check on Sandra first, then walked over to the next ward where Lissa was recovering.
As he stood by the doorway, he observed Jordan sitting in the only chair in the room, watching Lissa sleep. He looked tired, but there was something else—a look of determination was etched on his face. Marcus wondered what brought that on. He knocked on the door and Jordan looked over at him. Eyes still alert, though slightly bloodshot, observed him as he walked into the room.
Marcus came over to him. “You must be tired,” he said. Jordan stretched his limbs and sighed. “Yeah, I am,” he said. He looked over at Lissa and back to her dad. He yawned quietly then stood up. “There’s something you should know,” Jordan said his eyes sad. He walked over to the left corner of the room and looked at Marcus. Marcus was puzzled by Jordan’s behaviour but approached him. “What is it?” Marcus asked.
Jordan cleared his throat. “It’s Lissa’s condition. Her fallopian tubes were inflamed. I overheard the doctor saying she may never have kids again.” He spoke softly.
Marcus went for the chair, brought it to where Jordan was standing and sat on it. He took deep breaths while his eyes were closed. “Do you want me to get some water?” Jordan asked, concerned.
Marcus nodded. “That would be good thanks,” he replied. Jordan left the room.
Meanwhile, Marcus phoned his son and told him not to visit the hospital. He would meet him at home to talk to him about something. By the time he had finished speaking to Brandon, Jordan came back with two chilled bottles of water. He handed one to Marcus then pulled the cap off the other and started drinking.
Jordan quickly placed his bottle on the floor and went to Marcus. Without a word, he loosened the knot of Marcus’s tie and pulled the jacket off him and placed it on the back of the chair.
He took the water bottle from Marcus, screwed off the cap and gave it to him. “Drink,” Jordan ordered.
By this time, Marcus knew something was wrong with him. He gulped the water down quickly. Jordan left the room and dragged the first doctor he could find into the room. “He’s sweating, probably experiencing tachycardia, and shortness of breath.” The doctor looked at Jordan quizzically then moved to examine Marcus.
After listening to his breathing and heart beat, the doctor prescribed medication for anxiety. He nodded tersely at Jordan then left the room.
“Thank you for what you did. However, I don’t think the doc appreciated being hauled in here,” Marcus said removing his tie. He placed it on the back of the chair. He opened the top button and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
Jordan smiled ruefully. "Well, I wouldn't want the displeasure of explaining to your daughter that something serious was happening to you, and I did nothing about it." He gestured to Marcus. "Let me see that paper?"
Marcus handed it to him. Jordan read the prescription paper. The drug's name was Lexapro. He took out his phone and did a search on the word over the internet. He read the information carefully. It's used to treat anxiety and depression. He looked up at Mr Dixon. It was understandable. The man was under extreme stress.
"If you have any cash on you or a health card I can get this for you," Jordan told him. He'd help as much as he could. He folded the paper carefully and waited for Marcus's reply.
"It's fine I can do it," Marcus replied. Jordan stretched out his arm to him. "You're sure?" he asked. Marcus took the paper from him and nodded. He walked towards the door. "When I get back I want to renegotiate your work terms," he said.
Jordan's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at his boss. Am I about to be fired? he wondered. Marcus was gone. Jordan picked up his water bottle off the floor and looked over at Lissa. She was still sleeping. He was glad about that. He walked over to her and touched her hair. He went for the chair and sat before her, his eyes observing every detail.
He opened the bottle cap, took three gulps and closed it. She's beautiful, he mused. "What's hidden inside you Lissa? What are you afraid to show to the world?" he whispered. He placed the bottle at his feet, leaned forward and kissed her brow. He was getting used to doing this intimate gesture. He brushed his thumb over her temples slowly. Her eyelids twitched and she opened her eyes. As realization of his closeness dawned on her, a smile formed slowly on her lips.
"Hey," he said softly. He smiled at her.
"Hey," she answered. He looked very handsome in a white polo shirt and blue jeans. He smelled divine. She turned on her side towards him. "You smell nice." Her smile widened.
He chuckled softly. "Thank you." He stared at her and his smile melted away. He bent forward and kissed her forehead. Lissa felt a fluttering in her chest and down below. This was wrong, but his touch made her feel good. His face lingered close to hers as he looked into her eyes. She looked at him. If he kissed her she wouldn't be mad.
He bit his bottom lip as he looked at her. "You're very tempting Melissa Dixon. Now I understand why Rhy is crazy about you," he said with a sigh. He leaned back in the chair. "Your dad is here." He wouldn't tell her what happened to him. Lissa nodded. "Does he know about ...?"
Jordan nodded. "I hope that's okay?"
Lissa nodded and stretched. "Yeah, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to tell him. Thank you." She stretched out her hand to him. He kissed it and she giggled.
"He says he wants to renegotiate my contract with him," Jordan said, watching her reaction.
Lissa sat up. "Really?" She cracked her knuckles.
He looked at what she was doing then reached out his hand to stop her. "It'll be okay. For however long I'm your guard it's been an honor."
"I barely saw you in action," Lissa replied. She paused, then said, "You're different from Ryan."
Jordan chuckled.
"No, I mean it," she continued, "you guys are two different people of course, but I don't know."
"How am I different?" He was curious.
"Ryan is kind and thoughtful, he makes me laugh, but I saw a side to him I never saw before. This morning ... kind of scary."
She swung her feet off the bed and steadied herself. Jordan moved his chair closer to be a barricade, just in case she lost her balance. "And me?" he asked. His voice was velvety-smooth to her senses.
Lissa looked into his eyes, brushing a loose, curly lock away from her face. "You're rough but you're also kind, you're dangerous, but you make me feel safe. You're reserved but not insecure. There's a quiet confidence about you I like, and a gentleness I never expected," she said, her eyes watching him intently.
She attempted to stand, but her legs were weak. Before she fell sideways he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. His breathing was shallow as he looked up at her face. His hands on her hips, he swallowed as he thought of how she could straddle him, and they could do other things in this position.
"Where ... ?" His voice was hoarse. He tried again. "Where did you want to go?" he asked. She looked at him. She could feel his masculine aura pulling her in, and was aware of the strength of his arms as he held her. A nerve was ticking at the side of his neck. She felt a little dazed as she stared at him. "I need to pee," she breathed.
He nodded and lifted her in his arms. He brought her to the door and gently placed her feet on the floor. He opened the door for her. "My legs," she said, her voice trembling.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, his heart pounding.
"Help me please," she said, averting her eyes. She blushed. "How can I help?" he asked, his voice husky. "My ... my underwear," she said quietly. He looked at her eyes. He could see she was feeling awkward. He took a deep breath. "Okay," he said.
Jordan carried her into the bathroom and closed the door behind them. He placed her before the toilet. Stooping down, he slipped his hands under the hospital gown, and felt for the waist of her panties, while closing his eyes. He pulled it down as she rested her arms on his shoulders. His hands lightly brushed against her skin, and she shivered. A soft breath escaped her lips.
Jordan looked up at her face and saw that she was biting her lips. Was she feeling the chemistry between them? He wanted to caress her thighs, but stopped himself. He brought her panties to her ankles and she sat down. He was about to leave when she grabbed his hand. He watched her pee. Her eyes were closed and she had a frown on her face. She seemed to be in pain.
"Does it hurt to pee?" he asked.
She nodded. "Like a cramp," she told him. She tore off a piece of toilet paper to wipe herself. Jordan looked away from her. Lissa attempted to stand on her own but had difficulty. Jordan reached out his hands and pulled her upright.
Bending forward he pulled her panties up, his eyes closed. He remained crouched while she leaned on his shoulders. He didn't open his eyes until he heard the toilet flush. He straightened up and held on to her left hand to support her. He helped her to the faucet and circled his arms around her waist while she washed her hands. The close contact of his body made Lissa want to go limp in his embrace. She resisted the urge to rest on him. Their eyes met in the mirror and her heart rate spiked as she saw the look in his eyes.
Reaching for the door, Jordan opened it and lifted her in his arms. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. She was staring at him. Her eyes dipped in a shy, demure way. Jordan wondered what she was thinking.
"Thank you Jordan."
"You're welcome Miss--"
"Please call me Lissa," she told him. He nodded. "I will," he said.
He sat in the chair, his expression guarded. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah."
He stood up. "I'll see what the cafeteria has on the menu." He sauntered to the door. Lissa could see his eyes were now neutral, but earlier she saw passion smoldering in their depths and was enthralled by it. She wondered what it would be like to be consumed by it. She closed her eyes. She wondered what Ryan was doing right now.
"Weh yuh did run guh? Yuh see us talking to Miss Daphne and yuh just disappear," Morrant complained. Miss Daphne owned a 'cook shop' in the community.
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