Page 34 of Own the Eights
She pushed away all thoughts of Jordan’s lips, and his hands, and his expression after Save the Whales Steve asked for her number.
They may have to work together, but one thing was crystal clear, he was still her competition.
Back in the game, she ignored those pesky butterflies. “Deal. We’re all business from here on out. Let’s go.”
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Jordan
Jordan stared at the brake lights of the car in front of him and flipped on his blinker the second after the lead car’s right turn signal illuminated.
He wasn’t just following any car. He was behind Georgie’s car and following her to her place, which just happened to be a block away from his rental.
He glanced over at the passenger seat then inhaled. Her scent still lingered in his SUV. Probably some hippie vanilla lotion or Own the Eights earth-friendly shampoo. It was…nice. He shook his head and cranked up the air-conditioning.
This messy bun girl could not get into his head. Not only was she his competition, but she also did not fit the definition of a Marks Perfect Ten Mindset partner, or did she?
Hell no! Of course, she didn’t. Those damned shoes were an immediate disqualifier. Throw in the cardigan and the glasses on a chain, and she might as well be one of the before pictures his clients loved to post once they’d attained the Marks Perfect Ten Mindset body and lifestyle.
He pressed his lips into a tight line. Dammit! She was there, too.
And that kiss! Had Georgie not bumped the horn, who knows what would have happened.
What had gotten into him? Granted, it had been a while since he’d slept with a woman. For all the dating and lifestyle posts he’d written, in reality, he’d done very little of it himself these past few years. Sure, he’d blogged about the best places to meet a Marks Perfect Ten Mindset soul mate, but that didn’t mean it left him any time to find his Marks Perfect Ten match.
And Georgie was infuriating. Nobody pressed his buttons. Nobody teased him—anymore.
That had to be it! She riled him up. That, and the stress of the competition, had momentarily blinded him from his goals.
But she did have one hell of an ass hidden beneath that hideous skirt.
Dammit! Knock it off, Marks!
He squeezed the steering wheel as her voice cut through his thoughts.
Jordan.
It made him hard just thinking about it.
Georgie Jensen got him hard…again.
Georgie’s car slowed and came to a stop in front of a craftsman style bungalow, and he cut the ignition on his BMW and glanced down at his lap. “She is not for us,” he scolded, then glanced up to find Georgie standing right outside, watching him.
Shit!
“Everything all right in there?” she asked as he got out.
“Yes,” he answered, not at all excited that they were parked directly beneath a lamppost, emitting what seemed like way too much light. He could use a little darkness to hide what he was sure was a decent bulge in his pants.
“I only ask because it looked like you were talking to your—”
“I was stretching my neck,” he replied tersely.
“Your neck?” she repeated as if it were a foreign concept.
It was time to get it together.
“Yes, if you’re not familiar with anatomy, the neck is the part that connects the head to the body.”
