𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Chapter Fifteen

J O R D A N

“Just two more days,” Nadine mumbled, her eyes narrowing onto her computer screen.

“And...?”

“Then it’s the weekend again,” she explained, giving up on the document she was reading, focussing her attention on me.

I nodded, taking a sip of my tea.

It was Wednesday, and we were ready for this week to be over, especially after the busy day we just had.

“Any plans this weekend?” Nadine asked, and I felt my face drop.

Charlie and I hadn’t seen each other since Monday, which didn’t sound like a long time, but after spending almost every day together for a month, it was to me.

Maybe that was the problem.

I had mixed feelings about the gala on Friday. I looked forward to spending some time with Ashley and dressing up, but I was nervous about seeing Charlie. And let’s not forget that their parents were going to be there, along with a bunch of other rich assholes looking down on me like I was a charity case.

“Jordan?” Nadine interrupted my train of thought. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I answered quickly, trying to avoid her further prying.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine,” she added, smiling reassuringly.

“No, that’s ok,” I replied, mirroring her expression. “I’m going to this charity gala on Friday, and I guess I have mixed feelings about it.”

“That’s so exciting!” Nadine shrieked, making a passing client jump. “I want to hear everything about it after,” she continued, leaning forward a little in her chair.

“You do?”

“Yes! Want to come over for lunch on Sunday?” she asked, taking me by surprise. Nadine and I got along really well, but never talked outside of work. I realized that I actually didn’t know her at all.

“Sure.”

“Ms. Sawyer?”

Nadine and I looked up as an older, clearly more important man appeared at the desk.

“Yes?”

“Do you have a minute?” he asked.

I jumped off my chair, nerves swarming my stomach as I rounded the front desk. “Yes, sir.”

Taking a quick look over my shoulder, I watched Nadine mouth good luck as I followed the man to the elevators.

“I’m Henry Grimaldi. I don’t believe we’ve met before,” he said as we entered the elevator. After he pressed the button to one of the top floors, he held out his hand to greet me.

Am I in trouble? Why is Mr. Grimaldithe Vice President of this companybringing me to his office?

“We haven’t,” I replied, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

We made small talk as the elevator ascended. But I felt more at ease when the doors finally rolled open and Mr. Grimaldi beckoned me to follow.

“Now, Ms. Sawyer,” he said, circling his desk to sit down in the big, plush chair across from me. “I understand that you’ve been working here for over a month now.”

“Yes, sir,” I answered, feeling equally nervous and curious to see where this was going.

“Well,” he continued, grabbing a few pieces of paper from the corner of his desk, stacking them in front of him. “Let me get straight to the point.”

I nodded slowly, looking at the man in front of me, noticing a little grey on the sides of his hair, his dark eyes reading over the papers from behind his glasses.

“Mrs. Perez just handed in her resignation, leaving me without an assistant starting next month,” he explained. I tried to not get my hopes up, even though I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

“Instead of searching for an external candidate and dealing with the lengthy interview process, I’ve looked into promoting one of the fine employees that we already have.”

My heartbeat was definitely speeding up.

“You probably have an idea where I’m going with this,” he said, peering over his glasses. “I’d like to offer you the position.”

“What?” I exclaimed, cupping my palm over my mouth as soon as the word left my lips.

Mr. Grimaldi chuckled as he slid a piece of paper towards me. “I took the liberty of looking over some of the resumes of our employees, especially those who have a supporting position,” he elaborated, and I nodded. “Yours stood out to me.”

I didn’t say anything, momentarily frozen in place as Mr. Grimaldi waited for me to answer.

This kind of thing didn’t happen to people like me. Things didn’t just fall into my lapluck was never on my side.

“I don’t know what to say,” I replied.

“Yes?” he suggested, and I smiled at him.

“Can I think about it?” I asked, hoping my question wouldn’t make him second guess his decision to give me a chance.

This was way too good to be true.

“Of course. Everything you need to know about the position is written here,” he pointed to the piece of paper in front of me. “And if you have any questions, you can ask Mrs. Perez.”


Staring at the job requirements in my hand, I shuffled back to the front desk, ignoring Nadine’s puzzled expression as I sat down.

Was someone finally giving me a position that was more in line with my education?

“Jo?” Nadine asked, placing a hand on my wrist, making me look up at her. “Is everything okay?”

I really wished she would stop asking that.

“Yes, I—”

I was speechless, my eyes racing over the words in my hand, but not really registering them.

“Did something happen?” she pressed, rolling her chair closer to mine.

“I’m sorry. He offered me the position of his assistant,” I finally answered, still not quite believing what just happened.

“I knew you’d leave at some point, but I never expected it to be so soon,” she scoffed, crossing her arms and pouting.

She expected me to leave?

“You didn’t think I would stay?”

Nadine turned her head back to me with a smile. “Have you seen your resume?”

I chuckled softly. “Thank you.” I smiled up to her, grateful for her faith in me.

“Well, ladies.” Oscar sighed as he walked up to the front desk, leaning on the surface as he looked at us. “Time to go home.”

“I have to make a quick call,” I said, standing up and walking into one of the corners of the foyer.

Ashley picked up after one ring.

“Jojo! How’ve you been! Haven’t talked to you in ages!” she chirped, and I shook my head.

“You texted me this morning,” I retorted, looking down at my high heels.

“You know what I mean,” she replied. “What can I do for you?”

“I need an ice cream night.”

“Tomorrow?” Ashley offered.

“I have to get my birth control shot tomorrow after work,” I explained, chewing on my cheek. “Tonight?”

I held my breath as I waited on Ashley’s answer, such a spontaneous idea was often her worst nightmare.

She was just as much of a control freak as her brother sometimes.

“Okay, yeah. Sounds fun!”

“Yes! I’ll ask Bailey if she’s in and text you the details in a sec,” I said, ending the call and skipping back to my desk.


“Oh, come on Benji!” I exclaimed, slamming the steering wheel when my car wouldn’t start.

I turned the key in the ignition again, dropping my head when it didn’t work. Bailey and I had promised to be at Ashley’s at seven, and I was already running late, so my car finally giving up on me didn’t really brighten my mood.

“Baby, please,” I pleaded, caressing the steering wheel. “I need you.”

I closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, before I turned the key in the ignition again, bringing the engine to life.

“Yes! God, I love you!” I cheered, quickly pulling out of the parking lot and making my way to Ashley’s apartment.

I ended up being only ten minutes late, right as Bailey was taking ice cream out of her bag.

“Finally,” she said as Ashley let me in, closing the door behind me and following me into the kitchen.

“Hey, Bailey.” I smiled up to her.

“Alright,” she started, ignoring me. “I have Strawberry Cheesecake for Ashley.”

“Thank you,” Ashely said, taking the tub of ice cream from Bailey and grabbing three spoons.

"Cookie dough for me,” Bailey continued, taking two more tubs out of the bag. “And plain Vanilla for Jordan.”

The only time I love vanilla.

I squealed as I took the tub from Bailey, grabbing a spoon from Ashley and walking to the couch as I popped off the lid.

“I have a question,” Ashely asked, sitting down behind the coffee table on the floor.

“Hmm,” I hummed, already stuffing my face with ice cream.

“Not that I didn’t miss our ice cream nights,” she continued. “But, why now?”

“Well,“— I placed my tub on the coffee table and straightened up on the couch— “I was offered a promotion!”

Both Ashley and Bailey gasped, setting their ice cream on the table next to mine before jumping on top of me.

“Ouch!” I grunted when Ashley’s elbow made contact with my ribs, but still pulled them in tighter.

“Sorry,” Ashley breathed out.

“That’s amazing, Jordan!” Bailey cheered as she sat up, straightening out her shirt.

“It’s not final yet, but I’m pretty excited,” I admitted, grabbing my ice cream again when Ashley let me go.

“What’s the position?” Bailey asked.

“The Vice President’s assistant.” I beamed, bringing another spoonful of ice cream to my lips.

“Nice!” Ashley said, smiling at me. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you would get promoted.”

“Thank you, Ash.”

“Well.” Bailey stood up, walking to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine. “This calls for more than just ice cream.”

Ash and I chuckled, following her and grabbing our own glasses.

We enjoyed our ice cream and wine as both girls asked me more questions about my new job offer. And an hour later we were back on the couch, eating pizza.

“Can I ask you guys something?” Ashley questioned, placing the slice that she picked up back in the box.

“What’s up?” I replied, taking in more cheesy goodness.

“Well,” she hesitated, biting her lower lip. “Have you guys ever...” She trailed off. I put down my pizza, taking a sip of my drink as we waited for Ashley to go on.

“What’s wrong?” Bailey asked.

“No, nothing is wrong.” Ashley took a deep breath. “Have you guys ever done, like...anal?”

I raised my brows at her question.

Not yet.

“Sure,” Bailey admitted before she grabbed the last slice of her pizza, surprising us with her quick and honest answer.

“How was it?” Ashley pressed on.

“You want to try it, don’t you?” I crossed my arms, sitting back on the couch as I watched her.

“Maybe,” she said, avoiding both our eyes.

“Well, just make sure you’re relaxed, and maybe try some plugs first,” Bailey explained, confirming that Charlie really knew what he was doing.

I really needed to stop thinking about him.

A weird feeling had crept up on me in the last couple of days, and I knew that the space we silently agreed on giving each other, was much needed.

I was all for completing the list, but maybe we underestimated the amount of time we had to spend together in order to do that.

The only thing I knew for sure, was that I didn’t really miss him in the time we spent apart. Sure, I missed his dick, but it was comforting to know that I hadn’t developed some type of feelings for the man. Right?

Maybe everything would get back to normal when we’d see each other on Friday, and maybe we could find a quiet corner to—

“Jordan?” Ashley interrupted my wandering thoughts.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, grabbing my last slice of pizza, despite it now being a little cold.

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