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snorted. 
     
    “Yeah, well, apparently that's Jordan.  Damien says he's a notorious flirt.  So I wouldn't worry about it too much,” she commented, sending my stomach to the floor.   Good to know that Jordan wasn't acting any differently toward me than he had with anyone else.  Nothing like feeling like the next in a long line of shameless flirting girls to make this gal feel all warm and fuzzy.
     
    “Yeah.  I guess it was nothing,” I agreed, going off to find Evian. 
     
    “Mays...” Riley called out but I waved her off.  I didn't want her to see how much her words had bothered me.
     
    I spent the next couple of hours staunchly ignoring Jordan.  He tried to catch my eye a few times, but I would quickly look away.  My pride was hurt and I felt like nursing my wounds secretly.  Around 8:00 I finally had fifteen minutes to kill.  So I scavenged some bread sticks, nearly inhaling them.  Grabbed my cigarettes out of my purse in Moore's office, and headed out back.
     
    I sat down heavily on an overturned milk crate and lit up.  The first drag provided instant relief.  Thank you nicotine.  Jordan had knocked me off balance and I didn't like the feeling.  I pulled out my phone and frowned when I realized Eli still hadn't texted me.  Hell, he was probably balls deep in another girl by now.  I really needed to reevaluate this so called relationship of ours.
     
    I heard the kitchen door open behind me and turned to find Jordan taking a seat on the stoop.  He took the cigarette from behind his ear and put it to his lips.  I tried not to stare as he inhaled.  How did he make smoking look so sexy? 
     
    “How's it going?” he asked after we had sat in silence for a few minutes.  I leaned over and put out my smoke. 
     
    “My feet are on fire, but other than that, I'm doing fine,” I replied, looking at him as he stared off in front of him.
     
    He finally glanced over at me and smiled.  “Let me help you out there,” he said, pulling my foot into his lap. 
     
    “What are you doing?” I gasped as he slipped off my black sneakers and started kneading the soles of my feet with deft fingers.
     
    I couldn't help the groan that escaped my lips.  Jordan raised his eyebrows at my response and then grinned as he moved his hands up my legs and started rubbing my calves.  “You're so tense,” he murmured as he rubbed me. 
     
    “Damn, you're good.  I'm gonna have to take you home with me.” I moaned as he worked the kinks out of my feet and lower legs.
     
    Jordan chuckled and I realized what I had said.  I blushed, yet again.  “I think I might have to take you up on that offer.” He mused after letting me pull my feet away.  I slipped my shoes back on and got to my feet. 
     
    “Yeah, uh, well thanks,” I said quickly, picking up my lighter from the ground.
     
    Jordan grabbed by arm before I was able to escape back into the kitchen. “Mays,” he said quietly and I looked down at him.  He was playing with the barbell in his tongue and I was mesmerized by the way he flicked it back and forth across his teeth.
     
    “Yeah?” I asked a little breathlessly.  My earlier annoyance with him was instantly gone.  Jordan rubbed his hand up my arm and goose bumps broke out along the trail of his fingers.  Jordan looked at me, his eyes sparkling.
     
    “I'd really like to take you out sometime.  I want to get to know you better,” he said, not breaking eye contact. 
     
    My heart sped up, I felt lightheaded, and I thought I might pass out.  Thoughts of Eli or not having a thing with a guy I worked with all went out the window.  All I could think about was that this gorgeous man who wanted to spend time with me.
     
    But I had to play it cool.  I smiled slightly and cocked my head to the side as if considering his offer.  When what I really wanted to do was scream, 'HELL, YEAH!'  I tapped my finger on my chin, as though I were deep in thought and Jordan's lips quirked in a