Page 77 of Smooth Moves
Chapter 15
Cash felt like a new man Saturday afternoon as he and Reid went through their mom’s belongings. Nothing bothered him. Even being around Angela’s crap did nothing more than mildly annoy him that he wasn’t spending his weekend with Jordan.
Being with her last night, so intimately, had changed something between them.
And it wasn’t just coming inside her, though remembrances of their time together kept him continually hard and had forced him to wear jeans today. Being able to hold her while she cried, taking care of her, had eased something inside him. He’d been very careful to not treat her any differently when she’d left that morning, having spent the night. Another milestone that thrilled him to no end. Nor had he made a big deal about her being there when Reid popped by to pick him up.
Neither, fortunately for Reid’s health, had Reid.
“So.”
Here it came.
“You and Jordan together all night, huh?”
Cash groaned. “Do we have to talk about this? How about we play some music and finish putting all this shit outside?” Thanks to Jordan’s help, he’d made a few calls and had a donation truck prepared to swing by the next morning to pick up items for a shelter.
“Oh, we have to talk about it.” Reid grinned, his gray eyes sparkling. “How often do I get to give my brother the third degree about his love life?”
“At least I’ve always had one to get interrogated about.” A dumb retort, but it was all he had, his thoughts buried in images of Jordan’s smile.
And that was another thing. As much as he loved her body, Cash kept dwelling on her laugh. Her smile. How her eyes lit up when something surprised her. Her soft lips would part then thin into a firm line when he inevitably did something to piss her off.
The woman had the sexiest frown, and her growls made his heart race.
“Oh man. Big Brother has it bad for Little Army.” Reid snickered.
“Funny. At least my chick could beat yours up without breaking a sweat.”
“Oh, so that’s what we’re judging? Your girlfriend’s ability to beat mine up?”
Cash laughed. “Yeah. I’d love to see that. Maybe with some Jell-O or mud in a large ring. And you know, they could be in bikinis. Or topless. I’m open to either option.”
Reid stopped packing a moment. “You know, I wouldn’t mind that either. But if you think I’d ever suggest it to Naomi, you’re crazy. But, hey, why don’t you see what Jordan thinks of the idea?”
“I like my nuts attached, thanks.” Just another thing he loved about Jordan: her refusal to take any disrespect or to tolerate his nonsense. She wasn’t afraid of him. He knew if he upset her, she’d tell him to his face. No passive-aggressive bullshit to sift through.
“Say, I was thinking…”
“Here we go.”
“With you and Jordan together, we should make it a point that you’re no longer in charge of any hiring/firing decisions. Let’s make personnel my bag. But you’ll be our image liaison.”
“Wait. What?”
“I was talking to Naomi about you.”
“Damn it.” So much for brotherly good will.
“Now hold on. I know you have a thing for Jordan, and I’m fine with it. But I don’t want anyone having a problem withus,the company. Right now we’re all good. But if someone gets crazy, we don’t need a lawsuit.”
“Lawsuit? From what?”
“Sexual harassment, dumbass.”
Cash frowned. “Jordan isn’t going to press charges because I’m sleeping with her.” If the woman wanted him gone, she’d tell him.
“I know that. But perception is everything. We’ll make a broad announcement that your responsibilities include liaising with interested third parties and scouting the clients’ homes, as in you’re our lead mover on the ground. Evan is going to handle HR, since he’s got a minor in psychology.”
