Page 17 of The Price of Forever

“You didn’t answer the rest of my questions.”

She lifted her chin. “Some have tried to follow me.”

“Jordan. This isn’t good.”

“What do you want me to say? It is what it is. And if your report is going to recommend I quit this job, well, you can fucking keep it to yourself.”

I rubbed my palms together, trying to strategize what a long-term game plan might look for her. The only thing I could think of was daily, on-the-scene protection—inside the club. But lord above, I wouldn’t survive an assignment like that.

I’d be putty in her hands within a month, tops, if I had to watch that performance multiple times per week.

I ran through the last few questions I had for her—mostly logistical things and layout concerns regarding the areas I’d never have access to—and we finished just as Legs pulled up to her apartment building.

“Couldn’t have gotten here a second sooner,” Jordan muttered, halfway out the door. “Thanks for the ride, Legs.”

“Send me your schedule for tomorrow as soon as you can,” I ordered her.

“We’ll see.” Then she slammed the door shut and strutted up to her apartment.

I watched her go, heaving a sigh.

“Sounds like another Fairchild firecracker,” Legs murmured, more to himself than to me. Thank God Jordan hadn’t been around to hear herself linked to that last name. She might have socked Legs in the face for it.

Once she was inside the building and the light of her apartment had flicked on, I relaxed into the back seat.

Tonight’s shift was over.

And if Jordan made good on her word, only one more to go.

CHAPTER FIVE

JORDAN

Seven is taking off his shirt, thick fingers undoing each button on his expensive, black button-up. It falls away, revealing every last inch of those bulky muscles beneath. I run my hands over his chest, relishing every groove and dip in his defined abs. He watches me with the most heated gaze I’ve ever seen as my hand trails lower. I can already see the outline of his cock in his pants as my hand nears. I’m dying to hear him say something. Anything.

“Talk to me, baby,” I whisper into his ear.

He opens his mouth. My entire body prickles at what he’ll tell me next.

“NNNR. NNNR. NNR. NNR.”

My eyes popped open and I gasped, completely disoriented for what felt like a full minute.

And then the pieces drifted back together. My alarm blared. I had a pillow stuffed between my legs, which I’d been humping in my sleep. I was not about to fuck Seven. I was alone in my bed.

Wonderful.

I groped for my phone, made contact, and silenced it. I flung myself onto my back and sighed.

Ten a.m. and my off day. Since I hit my money goal last week, I planned to haul my ass to the spa. I sat up and reviewed my phone quickly. There was a slew of texts, but a couple stood out:

SEVEN: Need that schedule.

SEVEN: Now would be good.

AXEL: Hey little sis. You wanna grab lunch with me today? On me. Your pick.

I groaned, unsure where to focus first. My entire body tensed thinking about what I’d say to Axel, so I started with Seven.

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