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“Wow, adventurous.”
“He didn’t want to hurt me.”
“Oh? Why would he hurt you?”
“Jordan is big, and he knows it’s been a long time since I had sex.”
“You told him?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Did he tell you about the women he’s fucked?”
“He didn’t, but I didn’t ask either.”
“You should. Aren’t you curious?”
“I can find out all I need to know online. He’s dated some famous women.”
“Were you careful?”
“Yes. We used a condom.”
“You should know his sexual history. Has he been tested?”
I bite my lip because I should have asked. Nate understands my silence.
“Baby girl, you should ask. Don’t be afraid. You’re clean because you haven’t been with anyone for years, and you were tested after Leo.”
“I know. I should ask.”
“I need to go, getting a call from Barry. I love you. Have fun, and I’ll talk to you when I get to the UK. Wish me luck.”
“I always do. Take care, Nate. I love you too.”
I hang up, and I wish I had asked Jordan about his history before we had sex. Who knows who he’s been with though he seems careful to me. I’m going to have to ask him when he gets back. I need to know. You can’t be sure of the Hollywood types he’s been with.
I don’t feel like doing anything. I pop open the terrace door that overlooks the Columbia River. It’s hot out, and the sun is shining. A comfortable set of furniture is on the patio, and I decide to spend my day reading and relaxing while taking in the views. I hope Jordan will be home by the afternoon. I text my sisters and Angelica to let them know that I’m fine. They start getting all motherly on me, but I tell them we’ll discuss it later.
I take a quick shower and open my suitcase to see what Svetlana picked out for me. Designer slacks, sleeveless silk blouses, shorts, polo shirts, a cashmere sweater, satin nightgown, two sexy dresses, a pair of black heels, and flip flops are in the case, more than I can wear in a weekend. In the smaller carry all, I find bras, panties, thongs, and personal hygiene items, expensive hand and body cream, cosmetics, and a hairbrush.
It’s warm enough for shorts and a polo shirt. I chose a champagne-colored demi-bra and thong set from the carry-all and slip on a pair of white linen shorts and a dark blue polo shirt. Everything fits perfectly, not a surprise. I decide to keep my feet bare. My phone has several books that I’ve meant to read, and I call up my kindle app. I go out to the terrace and settle on the lounger with my feet tucked under me.
By noon, the terrace is getting hot because the sun is now directly streaming through the iron railings. I’m thirsty, and when I go inside, Jordan is walking through the door, his tie loosened, jacket and briefcase in hand.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hello, doll. Are you enjoying yourself?”
“I am now that you’re home.”
“Unfortunately, I’m only taking a break. I have to go back in an hour. I opted to leave the building so I could see you. My colleagues are still there having lunch brought in.”
“I guess I should be flattered that you came home to see me.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
