Page 32 of Mr. Delicious
Chapter 9
Adam
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En route to Paris was the last place I should be with all the craziness that had been going on at the office with my father and brother.
Neither of them took too kindly to the fact I wasn’t signing the agreement to sell Jordin Estates.
Marc came after me again yesterday, trying to bend me to his will with this fancy shit about how I’d be doing the community a service if I sold, and then Dad told me he wanted to see me.
He only phrased it that way when he wasn’t happy with me.
We’ll they would both probably kill me or each other because I was going to be in Paris.
Truth be told I was a Jordin, and in true Jordin style I was simply avoiding stress by going off on my own pursuit. Which for me, was getting to know Wren.
I did like her, more than I thought I would. Over the years, she’d interested me, but in the last week, she’d intrigued me. I always thought of her as being the type of woman you’d want to get to know, so I couldn’t claim to be surprised at the truth in that. Not only that, but I was right about her body too.
I liked how dressed up she was for me, and I had to keep control of myself when I saw how that dress both clung and caressed her body. Then there were the killer heels she wore that made a great show of her shapely legs and thighs.
I knew she would agree to come even before asking. Paris was, after all, where she had chosen when Stella asked for her perfect idea for a getaway.
Last night I thanked the angels for the idea. I went to the coffee house just hoping to see her and hang out. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop but I heard her and Stella talking about me and the whole getaway idea. Neither saw me because they were so occupied in their conversation.
She’d called Stella before we boarded the plane. I could hear Stella screaming with delight from the other end of the phone while Wren tried to mask her excitement.
When I ran the idea of Paris past Chad last night, Chad asked what in the hell I was waiting on. He also repeated his mantra of advice.
Take the woman if you want her.
I didn’t exactly think it was that simple, but I didn’t need any further encouragement.
And here we were.
No business and no worrying. That applied to both of us.
I decided I’d only answer my father’s calls.
For Wren, I’d checked out what loans she had and made them disappear. I didn’t want her checking her emails and seeing the confirmation of payments made to wrap them up. I also sorted out the refund on the business loan, and unknown to her whether she wanted it or not, she now outright owned The Spot.
She’d have a ton of questions and I was ninety nine percent sure she’d try to give me back the money.
I was also certain my family would be quick to commit me to an asylum when they found out all that I’d done for this woman I’d only known by sight.
Until such a time I would enjoy her. I would enjoy her and explain everything when she warmed up to me.
I watched her starting to do just that.
Wren sat opposite me. She was blushing because I was staring. I couldn’t help it. She was beautiful, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
“So, are you going to tell me what you do for a living, or is it rude to ask?” She smiled sweetly. “I was kind of picked up for this getaway by a limo and I am kind of on a private jet going to Paris. So thatkind ofmakes me want to ask questions.”
It was that sweetness I liked about her that was coming out now. She was sweet like candy, and I bet she tasted just like that, too.
“Property development. It’s a family business,” I told her.
“Oh, wow.” She looked as intrigued as she did when she first boarded the plane.
