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The subway is crowded and standing room only. To top it off, the air conditioning in my car broke, and I’m pouring sweat by the time my stop comes. I’m thankful that a gentle breeze is blowing the hot air outside the station. It dries my skin while I’m walking to my apartment.
As I walk in the door, my cell starts chiming in my purse. I plunk it down and fish out my phone to see that it’s a call from Jordan. I also received two previous calls from him but couldn’t hear them over the din of the subway. I’m not answering it, let it go to voicemail.
Instead, I’m going to take a nice cool shower and get into some shorts and a tank top. I put the air conditioner on high and strip in my bedroom. The water feels good in this hot weather. I stay there for over twenty minutes. The apartment is starting to get nice and comfortable from the air conditioner. I shiver a little as I wrap myself in a towel and begin combing my wet hair in front of the mirror.
Over the rattle of the air conditioning, I think I hear a knock at my door, but I’m not expecting anyone. I hear it again, louder and more insistent. Who the hell could that be? I’m wrapped in a towel, and I look through the peephole. Jordan.
“Emma, open the door. I know you just looked through the viewer.”
“Jordan, I’m in no mood for you now. Go home.”
“Let me in so we can discuss this in private. I don’t think you want your neighbors to know our business, do you?”
“We have no business. Go away.”
“I’ll sit out here all night. I can work on my phone while I wait for you to get over your tantrum.”
That tears it, me having a tantrum? I go to the door and fling it open. He’s standing there looking delicious and fresh in his charcoal-colored suit. How can he be that way in this heat? He pushes his way into my apartment, kicking the door closed as he drops his phone in his pocket and grabs my hands. Jordan holds my wrists above my head with one hand and presses his body against me.
“Why are you ignoring me?”
“I don’t want to talk to you. Now let me go.”
He wraps his hand around my wet hair and gently pulls my head back, then he firmly presses his lips against mine. I refuse to open my mouth and keep my lips clamped shut.
“Open, Emma.”
When I don’t, he removes his hand from my hair and tugs at the knot in my towel.
“Don’t Jordan. I’m upset with you.”
“You’re stubborn. We had a discussion, and you’re taking it personally.”
“You’re trying to interfere for your gain. You can’t just talk to my boss and ask that he give me off on a whim. It’s not only that. There are other things I found out that tell me we shouldn’t be together.”
Jordan lets my hands go, “Like what?”
“I don’t want to be one of your girls.”
“My girls? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Nicky told me. I’m not the only one you’ve whisked away for a weekend, bought clothes for, and said I’m under your skin. Have you? Don’t lie to me, Jordan, please don’t lie.”
Jordan looks down at the floor, exhaling slowly, “I’ve done it one other time, and it was several years ago when I was just starting to come into my own.”
“So I’m not special. This is your thing.”
“It’s not my thing. You’re my thing. I can’t be clearer that I want you.”
“You want to control me. You want me to do what you want.”
“Emma, I want you to spend time with me. If that’s controlling, then yes, I want to control you. I don’t know how to make you understand.”
“I don’t understand. This is new to me. It’s been so long since I had a man that wants to spend time with me and not just to get in my pants.”
Jordan smirks, “Well, I do want to get in your pants. Very much so.”
“You’re impossible. Stop joking around.”
