11 Fatal Attraction

To simply say it was beautiful would be an understatement. The inside of this mansion was even grander than the exteriors I found myself gaping at earlier.

"This is a beautiful house," I ogled at the walls as I walked in.

Antiquities were placed at each corner and old, beautiful paintings were hanging from the walls of the foyer.

"Thanks," Jordan said.

The same short, old man walked up to us.

"Dinner is served, Master Jordan," he informed. "Your coat, miss," he turned to me and smiled warmly.

I smiled back at his friendly face and removed the coat from my shoulders. Placing it in his hand, I followed Jordan into the house.

We passed through a hallway whose walls were lined with big paintings which looked like they were probably bought off at an auction. You always see rich people's houses lined with paintings as such although I have to admit I never really understood art.

"Do you love vintage paintings?" I asked.

"My mother does," Jordan responded.

"Ah. Emily Parker is a woman of exquisite taste."

Jordan stopped in his track and spun on his heels. A half-smile formed on his face. "Do you even understand any of this?" He waved his hand towards art on the wall.

"Not really," I bit my tongue and chuckled nervously.

"Neither do I," he said and started walking again.

Upon reaching the end of the hallway, Jordan turned towards a flight of stairs on his right. I followed after him as I made a mental note of all the things I saw as I walked by. I had to tell Maddy about this. She would be interested in knowing how rich people live like.

"How do you not get lost here? I swear I saw at least 5 rooms on the ground floor itself."

"I grew up here. I can walk these halls with a blindfold and still reach where I need to," Jordan pushed open two heavy glass doors and we entered a terrace-sized balcony overlooking the courtyard we just came from.

I could see the tiny, glowing city lights at a distance from up here. It was a breathtaking view. This beats the view from Jordan's office and that itself was magnificent.

"I cannot believe I'm about to say this but I think I am jealous of you," I looked at him.

He chuckled. "You'd be surprised at the number of things you'd find unbelievable if you stuck around a bit."

Jordan beckoned me to join him at the table which was set in the middle of the balcony.

I settle down in the seat adjacent to his.

"I am stuck with you for a few weeks, so," I lifted my hand and crossed my fingers, "here's hoping."

Jordan poured a glass of wine into two glasses and handed one to me. He then removed the lid off one of the dishes on the table. "Well, I hope you like chicken."

A delicious smell rode up my nostrils. "I do," I smiled and dug in.

I hadn't realized until now how famished I was. I was feeling so apprehensive about this 'date' that I stopping paying attention to my churning stomach.

I took a bite of the food on my plate and it melted in my mouth. "Mmmm," I moaned. "I think I want to marry this chicken!"

Jordan chuckled. "James is the best cook in the world."

"You have a butler for crying out loud! Ah, how it must feel like to be rich," I took a sip of the wine. The bitter liquid slid through my esophagus with a burning sensation.

"It's not always fun," he said with a mouthful of chicken.

"Yeah, yeah. It comes with its responsibility and everything," I waved my hand. "I get it." I took another sip.

"Who was that other girl in your apartment?" he asked. For the sake of conversation, I guess.

"Oh, Maddy? I mean, Madison, she's my roomate."

"You've known her long?"

"Yeah, we're practically sisters. I've known her all my life and she's the reason I landed this job in this first place."

"Why? What does she do?" he inquired.

"Not her. Her boyfriend, Jeremy. He's the—"

"The guy from Spectator. Yeah, I know about that. Well, I guess you must have interviewed a lot of famous people then. You've got a friend in high places."

I squinted my eyes at him. "You make that sound like a bad thing."

"I didn't say that."

"I hope not," I bit into another piece of chicken.

An hour passed by and we were completely stuffed. The house help cleared the table and left behind nothing but the bottle of wine and our glasses.

I was already one glass down when Jordan poured me another one. I didn't refuse it either. Surprisingly, the past hour spent chatting away with Jordan wasn't half as bad as I presumed it would be.

I stood up from the chair, the glass of wine in my hand, and walked over to the parapet to gaze at the beautiful view.

"I thought you lived around the city," I said savoring the cityscape ahead of my eyes.

Jordan leaned back against the railing and tilted his head towards me. "I do. But I come here often. This is my family home but no one actually lives here."

I thought I heard a hint of sadness in his voice but that could have just been me projecting my emotions about my family on him.

"I know that your parents live in L.A."

Jordan gave a half-suppressed laugh. "You've done your research quite nicely, Rose."

"Thanks," I beamed gleefully. Taking a sip of the wine I looked towards the scenery in front of me. "This is so beautiful," I smiled as a breeze of cool air ruffled my long, deep brown tresses and they landed over my face.

"It sure is," Jordan smiled and his fingers grazed lightly across my cheek. He pulled back the hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear.

My ears felt warmer and it was not because of the alcohol. My heartbeat quickened when I felt his skin against mine. His green eyes turned a shade darker as he looked into mine and I felt... I felt exposed.

Every time I looked into his eyes they made me want to forget myself and to let go of all the strings that came attached with me.

But... But I could never.

Jordan slowly moved towards me. I noticed the erratic rise and fall of my chest.

"I should... probably," I swallowed hard. My mouth felt dry as a desert and I knew it wasn't because of the wine but because of the air-sucking abilities of Jordan Parker.

As he inched closer and my brain turned itself off. Words that I wanted to say, words that I knew how to say were now out of reach. My eyes landed on his rose-colored lips which looked so luscious that I just wanted to have them on me. On my mouth, on my body, between my legs.

I breathed deeply.

"You were saying?" Jordan's body was just an inch away from mine, his voice but a mere whisper.

My lips parted in response to his proximity and I think that cued him to do what followed next.

Jordan's arm slipped from between the railing and he grabbed my waist, spinning me towards him as he crashed his lips onto mine. His other hand cupped my face as his lips worked over me.

Like a pent-up desire, the need to have him close surpassed reason and I returned his kiss with equal fervor.

His lips were surprisingly very soft on mine. Our bodies collided together and I circled my fingers around his arm that held my face and lost myself in the moment. I grazed his hair with my other hand as his tongue sought permission to enter my mouth, and—

A distant crash tore us apart.

My eyes flew open and I gasped. I followed the sound of the crash and peaked down the parapet at the crushed remnants of the glass which I had held in my hand a few moments ago.

My eyes darted to Jordan who was already looking back at me.

"Well," he licked his lips and I found myself wanting to do that as well. To him, of course. "I hope it doesn't stain. James will lose his shit and then his job," he chuckled.

A laugh escaped my mouth. The smile resting on Jordan's face soon faded and a much fervent expression replaced it. He reached an arm towards me and pulled me to him, pressing his lips onto mine.

In my head, I knew this wasn't right, but every other fiber of my being screamed otherwise.

Our breaths mingled together as our tongues conversed passionately with each other. Had it not been for Jordan's solid grip on my waist, I wouldn't have been able to hold myself up because of how weak my knees felt. He moved his lips from my lips to the hollow portion on my neck and a moan escaped my mouth.

If it was the alcohol or the absolute fatal attraction that I had felt for him since the moment we met, I didn't know. All I knew was that this felt euphoric. It felt right and I wanted to feel like this some more.

His fingers played with the thin strap of my dress until he pulled it down and planted wet, feverish kisses all over the bare and exposed area of my body. His lips moved to the bare region above the neckline of my dress and I gasped as I felt the hormones lodged between my legs.

My heart was pounding against my ribcage so hard that I was afraid it might jump out.

I dug my fists into his shoulders and held him closer, tighter as his tongue continued to torture me. My veins felt as if they were burning. His touch ignited a fire inside me and I did not wish for it to extinguish anytime soon. Every time his lips touched my skin, I felt desire pulsate between my legs and I wanted him closer.

"I can't believe I didn't do this the moment I saw you," he panted and brought his lips back to mine. "Let me show you what I've been wanting to do to you," he broke away from me and slipped his hand in mine, and started to move us away from the balcony.