Page 56 of My Five Daddies

The photo shoot ran long, well past ten at night. The photographer and Dustin kept butting heads, but I stepped in and kept things calm. Jordan didn’t try and help me out again, which I really appreciated. He clearly took what I said to heart and wanted to give me space to work. Jordan always wants to fix everything, wants to be in control, so I know that was hard for him to do. I think I did a decent job of keeping everything going, even if it wentlate.

After the shoot finally ended, Dustin insisted that we go to the studio. Jordan relented, but made him promise to do a bunch of phone interviews the next morning. When we got to the studio, since Ethan wasn’t there, Jordan played engineer and helped him record a couple tracks. They’re probably awful, but it was enough to keep Dustin happy. We took him home after that, and now we’re out wandering thecity.

“I feel like you’re taking me to somewhere secret,” Isay.

“A secret? What am I, some kind of serialkiller?”

“Maybe,” I say, grinning. “Are you going to chop meup?”

He laughs and kisses me softly. “Maybe.”

“Just be quick about it. And make sure my corpse ispretty.”

“I wouldn’t have to do much for that. You’d be gorgeous no matter how I cut youup.”

I laugh and he grins at me. I love that he has the same sense of humor as me. It can get a little dark and sick, but we both think it’shilarious.

Up ahead, there’s an alley that cuts in across from a hotel. We walk down it and I stop midway, nearly running into Jordan. There are some stairs leading toward a basement door and I follow as Jordan hurries downthem.

“Okay seriously, are you about to kill me?” I ask, looking at the dirty blackdoor.

“Just trust me.” He knocks on the door three times andwaits.

A slot in the door opens. “Password?”

“Fidelio.”

The slot closes and the dooropens.

I stare at him, eyes wide. “That’s like something from amovie.”

“I know. The guys that run this place think it’s hilarious.” We step in through the door, past a big bouncer with a mustache. “Hey, Bob,” Jordan says tohim.

“Hey, Jordan.” He grins at us as wepass.

The after-hours club is tucked back into the basement of a pretty nondescript building. It’s a speakeasy-style joint, complete with a big band and swing dancing. We head over to the bar and I order two Gin Rickeys. He hands me myglass.

“This is the real deal,” he says. “I love thisplace.”

I sip my drink. It’s not as sweet as I expected, but it’s still good. “Lots of people here,” Isay.

“Yeah. This is the peaktime.”

The dance floor is crowded with bodies. There’s a mix of people, some well-dressed and rich looking, and some guys clearly just having gotten off from a restaurant or a localbar.

“Come on,” Jordan says suddenly. “Let’sdance.”

I’m surprised as he drags me to the dance floor. I don’t have time to fighthim.

He’s surprisingly good. This music isn’t exactly my kind of thing, I’m more of a hip hop girl, but still. We dance together, Jordan in the lead, showing me how it’s done. Quickly I forget about how awkward I feel and I lose myself in the music, in the movement, and inJordan.

He’s handsome and he’s entirely focused on me. There’s a room full of beautiful women and yet his eye never strays from me, like I’m the only person he can see. That kind of attention is incredible and addicting. I can’t help but want more from him. He’s a handsome, funny, smart, rich man that wants me more than anything in the world and I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t make me feelspecial.

Being with any of my five guys makes me feel special. Alone with Jordan, you’d think that I’d forget all about the others, but that’s not true. Whenever I’m alone with one of them, that only reminds me more of the other four that aren’taround.

I miss the way Chris smirks at me, his deep voice, his sparkling eyes. I miss outgoing Will, artistic Ethan, clever Hunter. When we’re all together, I feel truly complete, and I think they share thatopinion.

Jordan spins me, dips me, and kisses me. I feel a chill run down my spine. The song changes to something slower and we step off the dance floor, sweating and glowing, a smile plastered on myface.

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