Chapter 24
She took another antacid, munching on the tablet, staring up at the clock for the hundredth time that day. It was dragging on and she had the worst case of indigestion imaginable. Her stomach was in knots and she didn't even know why. Actually, that was a lie. She knew why she was so nervous. Tonight was the night Howie was coming over. Not that she'd never spent time with him of course, but never, alone, in her house...at night.
Jordan chewed nervously on her nail. Why would this be any different from any other time? Well, he was cooking, what if he couldn't cook? She grabbed her bottle of antacid and stuffed it in her purse, she wouldn't forget to bring it home that way.
Turning, she stared at the screen, beginning to type again. She had to take her mind off of it or else she'd go crazy. She looked at the document, doing a quick spell check and reading it over to herself. She really needed to head home early and make sure the place was clean. Should she make a dessert of some sort? A cake? Pick up some pastries? She never asked him that, she could always call him she supposed.
"Jordan..."
She jumped, whirling around in her chair. "Trevor! You scared the shit outta me! God!" She brought a hand to her heart.
"I called you three times before I came in. You were off in another world. Whatever is on that screen must be really good."
Jordan waved him off distractedly. "I wasn't thinking about this."
"Oh? What were you thinking of?"
"Nothing it's nothing. Was their something you needed?" She asked, as she picked up her cup of water.
"Just dropping off the files you wanted me to update and edit." He set the folders down on her desk, studying her carefully. "You have a date with Howie tonight don't you?"
The cup slipped out of her hand, spilling on her desk. Quickly she scrambled to pick up her papers. "H-huh?"
Trevor grabbed folders he'd just set down, smiling at her. "You do don't you? You're a wreck."
"I don't know what you're talking about." She mumbled as she mopped up the spill with some tissues.
"What I don't understand is, why you're so nervous this time as opposed to the other times."
"I'm not nervous, I'm absolutely fine."
"Uh huh, that's why you're popping antacids like they were candy."
She looked up at him.
"Yup, I saw ya." He grinned.
Jordan slumped back in her seat, tossing the soggy tissues on her desk, sighing heavily. "He's coming to my house tonight."
Trevor raised an eyebrow. "Really now?"
She nodded. "Yeah, was my idea. I don't know what I was thinking, actually I wasn't thinking period, I just sorta blurted it out.
"That's the best way to go. Don't think, just say what you feel. You must've felt that you wanted to be with him, alone. I think it's great. You seem more relaxed since you've started dating him."
"We're NOT dating Trevor. He's a friend, pure and simple."
"Uh huh, sure. Anyway, so yeah that's what I needed to tell you, well bring you anyway."
"Thanks Trevor."
"No prob boss." He winked, walking out her office. She sighed heavily and tried to focus enough to work.
****
Three Hours Later...
She shut the door to her office and walked over to Trevor's desk.
"I'll see you tomorrow Trevor."
"You're leaving?...Early?"
"Yeah I...I just..."
"Wanna make sure everything's all ready for your man, I get ya."
"NO! I wanna go home and make something for dessert."
"Same thing. Have a good time Jordan."
She rolled her eyes. "Have a nice night Trevor."
"Not as nice as yours I'm sure."
She shook her head, walking out of the building.
****
He walked out of the store and headed over to the car, setting the bags in the trunk. He'd pick up the meat on his way there, for now he'd just leave the rest of the food in the trunk.
He was exited about that evening, he'd been thinking about it all day. He hoped that she was as excited as he was for them to see each other. Who knew what the night would bring, be he looked forward to finding out.
Smiling, Howie slipped in the front seat, started the engine and took off.
