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“I think I’d need to know what I’d be doing,” I said, ignoring Jordan’s “helpful” input. “Plus, I’m still remotely teaching, and I’m working on my book.”
“You’d be seeing clients, for starters,” Derek continued. “And we would work around your schedule. If you wanted, you could teach here, too. We’re always looking for opportunities to broaden our program offerings.”
“She’ll do it,” Jordan said.
I shot him another look and refocused on Derek. “I’ll have to talk to Vic first,” I said. “I know he said he was looking into a private security position.”
Derek rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, he already said yes,” he admitted. “To the security job. Contingent upon me convincing you to say yes.”
I blinked. “Say whut?”
“She says yes,” Jordan insisted. “She’ll do it.”
“Jordan!”
He stuck his tongue out at me. “The job ishere, sis.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Well, duh, my job would be h?—”
“Vic’sjob,” Jordan said.
That shut me up again. “Here?” I looked at Derek. “The job he’s considering ishere?”
The man smiled. “Yeah. I always need good, reliable, kink-friendly security. And he volunteered to teach self-defense classes, too. And?—”
“Tell her about the house!” Jordan eagerly said.
I glared at him. “For fuck’s sake, Jor, let me hear him ou—wait.House?Whathouse?”
“One of our long-time employees who lived over in Rawhide Ridge moved across the country to take care of their elderly parents,” Derek said. “Meaning we have a house that will be available to move into in a week, once we go through and inspect it and check it out, make a couple of upgrades first. I figured I’d give you and Vic dibs on buying it if you wanted to accept the jobs. I already asked around our other staff if anyone wanted to buy it, and no one did.”
I sat back, stunned. “Um…”Brain. Officially. Scrambled.“Does Vic already know about that, too?”
“He said it’s your decision.”
I risked a glance at Jordan, who sat there nodding like a damned bobblehead.
“I should talk to Vic first,” I finally said.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jordan said. “He doesn’t want to be part of this conversation because he’s afraid to influence your decision.”
“And you’renotinfluencing me?”
He waved that away. “I’m your little brother. OfcourseI get a say in this.Duh. Dooo eeeeet. Say yes to this mess!”
No one could ever accuse Jordan of being afraid to express his opinion, I supposed. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
Derek smiled and laid a set of keys on the table. “Moses is free to drive you over to look at it anytime. Just let the front desk know.”
Before I could even reach for them, Jordan snatched the keys away, jingling them. “We’ll go as soon as we finish eating breakfast.” He pocketed the keys.
I wanted to argue with him, but then I felt a subtle shift in him and he cocked his head, arching his eyebrow at me in a very…
Well, Domly kind of way.
Shit.
That’s right. It was easy to forget Jordan had a pretty damned strong Alpha streak in him. It was how he’d safely guided Elliot through eight years in the Oval Office. I didn’t know—or want to know—all the dirty deets, but contextually I’d gleaned that Jordan was a switch, and had definitely been Elliot’s Dom while the man was POTUS.
