Chapter 2

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Jordan put one of his massive hands over my mouth and a finger on his lips, telling me not to make any noise.

Oh, God, did he kidnap me?

Had he put some rophies on my drink? Dear God, did we have sex?!

"Eva is still asleep" He whispered.

Oh, Jesus! Did we have a threesome?! Ew!

"She's asleep in my utility room." He chuckled "I tried to get her in bed with you, but she was still yapping and you needed a rest. She passed out on my dirty laundry, right on the floor."

I frowned, and he took his hand off my mouth. Trying to keep it cool, I discretely peeked under the covers. I was fully clothed, apart from my shoes, and Jordan was still wearing his jeans - new shirt with no puke and everything.

"You threw up a couple times during the night and I held a bucket." He jerked his thumb to the bucket on the corner of the room "And I guess I ended up falling asleep next to you. Nothing weird happened if that's what you're thinking."

"No." I lied, clearing my throat "Hum... I'm going to wake Eva and head home. I'm sorry we intruded into your apartment."

"No problem, I offered. You two were a wreck and I wouldn't have been able to sleep knowing there was no one to take care of you while you were sick."

"I'm a big girl, and we don't really know each other" I grunted, frowning.

"Ok, someone needs their morning coffee." He chuckled, sitting at the end of the bed and stretching "Le'me guess: black, no sugar?"

"Dash of milk, please" I added, with a smirk.

"Ah. There's the kick you have." He winked at me "Stretch. Relax. I'll make you something to eat. Just stay there, I'll be back in five minutes."

I waited a little while and decided it was safe to snoop around his bedroom. Old brick walls, big white window with dark curtains, simple iron frame bed double king size - I guess for a guy that big, he needed the space.

Especially if he was sharing the bed with some other girl...

"Great. And now I'm a bit jealous" I grunted to myself, blushing.

There was a laptop over the black iron desk on the other end of the room. A black chest of drawers, a tall black iron lamp, and a full body mirror. Not much going on, simple, straight lines, with a modern industrial touch. That was Jordan Marshall, apparently.

He walked back into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. The morning light was shining outside, and it reflected on his tanned arm muscles.

Oh, give me a break! my conscience tsked.

"Ok, here we go, a full nutritious breakfast." He declared, sitting on the bed by my side "Black coffee with a dash of milk, toast, scrambled eggs, orange juice, a glass of water and an aspirin. Oh, and some mango that looked ripe - thought you could use the sugar."

"Wow." I muttered, surprised "I expected something like a can of beans, to be honest."

"Fair comment." He grinned, and put the coffee on my hands "Now, a sip of coffee first so you turn into the sweet and funny gorgeous woman I've met."

"God, you're hopeless, aren't you?" I chuckled; he was just so cheeky, one could only laugh.

"Now, toast and eggs. You need something in your body, you lost lots of fluids and all the food you've eaten last night."

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