Jordan's Quest: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 1) by Veronica Cane
Authors: Veronica Cane
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there.
She entered his room finding him putting on a polo shirt over his jeans. "Ready?" he asked looking at her through the mirror.
"As ready as I can be. I don’t have any clothes."
"Yes… I guess Joanne might have something you could borrow, she is as tall and as thin as you are, although not as graced as you, when it comes to curves." He said with a smile. "We will go shopping and solve that problem. Wait here." He left the room and only a couple of minutes later, he returned with Joanne. The other woman was carrying a beach white dress.
"Good morning, señorita. El señor Jordan told me about your problem, so I brought you this. I believe it will fit." With a kind smile, she handed her the dress.
"Thank you, Joanne, it's very nice of you to lend me your dress." She said, feeling how her cheeks blushed, not wanting to start imagining what the woman might think of her.
"It's a pleasure, señorita."
"Please call me Ashley."
The young woman smiled and left.
"I guess asking for underwear would be too much…" she said, examining the lovely dress.
"I'll buy you some later. You can be without it for a while."
"Sure…"
"Put it on, breakfast is already waiting for us, and I'm starving." He hurried her. "Ah, and here are your shoes. Garcia had the brilliant idea of grabbing them when you lost them yesterday."
She took her shoes from his hands and put them on. "How kind of him." She said, oozing sarcasm.
He let out a small laugh and guided her to the same terrace where they had eaten the day before. This time, with a clear head, Ashley was able to appreciate the beauty and elegance of the house. It was the typical beach house, but with very luxurious decorations. Marble floors, bamboo furniture, huge windows, with no shades to keep the luxurious gardens away, it was a fantastic place. She could even see a mirror pool near the wall that separated the house from the beach.
"I'll take you to the mall. I'm sure you'll be able to find all you need there." He informed her while they enjoyed a delicious breakfast. "We'll buy several swimming suits and beach clothes. I'm planning on spending some time on a small private island."
"Whatever you say, it's your money." She said, trying to sound casual, but deep inside she hated the idea of him buying clothes for her, it made her feel like his whore and she didn’t like the feeling, not even a little bit.
He looked at her with a frown, not buying her act, but she avoided his look. "How long will we stay there?"
"I have no idea… as long as we want."
She sighed. "I would like to call my best friend and coworker, if you're alright with that. She must be worried."
He threw her his phone. "Call her, but mind your words."
She contained the childish desire of showing him her tongue, and dialed Mara's number.
"Mara… It's me, Ashley."
"Good god, Ashley, what's this story your mother told me of you being with Jordan Martinez? When did this happen?" her friend almost yelled at her.
"Well… yesterday, when I was trying to escape Sergeant Hernandez, I bumped against Jordan. And one thing led to another and then I realized we were at his place." She resumed.
"I know I told you to give the man a chance, but I never thought you would actually do it." Mara said, showing in every word her incredulity.
"He swept the floor from under my feet… damn Mara, you know him…" she said, trying not to say too much. She could see he was attentive to her talk.
"Yes… but…"
"I'm entitled to some fun, don’t you think?" she cut off her friend's answer.
"I guess…"
"Just be happy for me, Mara." She asked. Mara was a bit tougher to convince than her mother.
"Alright, alright… just be careful, I don’t want to see you destroyed by a man."
"You won't, I promise."
"I stored all your things at the airport, in case you need them."
"Thank you, Mara. I'll pick them up as soon as I can."
"Take care and have fun."
"I will, good bye." She ended the call and gave him the phone.
"Are
She entered his room finding him putting on a polo shirt over his jeans. "Ready?" he asked looking at her through the mirror.
"As ready as I can be. I don’t have any clothes."
"Yes… I guess Joanne might have something you could borrow, she is as tall and as thin as you are, although not as graced as you, when it comes to curves." He said with a smile. "We will go shopping and solve that problem. Wait here." He left the room and only a couple of minutes later, he returned with Joanne. The other woman was carrying a beach white dress.
"Good morning, señorita. El señor Jordan told me about your problem, so I brought you this. I believe it will fit." With a kind smile, she handed her the dress.
"Thank you, Joanne, it's very nice of you to lend me your dress." She said, feeling how her cheeks blushed, not wanting to start imagining what the woman might think of her.
"It's a pleasure, señorita."
"Please call me Ashley."
The young woman smiled and left.
"I guess asking for underwear would be too much…" she said, examining the lovely dress.
"I'll buy you some later. You can be without it for a while."
"Sure…"
"Put it on, breakfast is already waiting for us, and I'm starving." He hurried her. "Ah, and here are your shoes. Garcia had the brilliant idea of grabbing them when you lost them yesterday."
She took her shoes from his hands and put them on. "How kind of him." She said, oozing sarcasm.
He let out a small laugh and guided her to the same terrace where they had eaten the day before. This time, with a clear head, Ashley was able to appreciate the beauty and elegance of the house. It was the typical beach house, but with very luxurious decorations. Marble floors, bamboo furniture, huge windows, with no shades to keep the luxurious gardens away, it was a fantastic place. She could even see a mirror pool near the wall that separated the house from the beach.
"I'll take you to the mall. I'm sure you'll be able to find all you need there." He informed her while they enjoyed a delicious breakfast. "We'll buy several swimming suits and beach clothes. I'm planning on spending some time on a small private island."
"Whatever you say, it's your money." She said, trying to sound casual, but deep inside she hated the idea of him buying clothes for her, it made her feel like his whore and she didn’t like the feeling, not even a little bit.
He looked at her with a frown, not buying her act, but she avoided his look. "How long will we stay there?"
"I have no idea… as long as we want."
She sighed. "I would like to call my best friend and coworker, if you're alright with that. She must be worried."
He threw her his phone. "Call her, but mind your words."
She contained the childish desire of showing him her tongue, and dialed Mara's number.
"Mara… It's me, Ashley."
"Good god, Ashley, what's this story your mother told me of you being with Jordan Martinez? When did this happen?" her friend almost yelled at her.
"Well… yesterday, when I was trying to escape Sergeant Hernandez, I bumped against Jordan. And one thing led to another and then I realized we were at his place." She resumed.
"I know I told you to give the man a chance, but I never thought you would actually do it." Mara said, showing in every word her incredulity.
"He swept the floor from under my feet… damn Mara, you know him…" she said, trying not to say too much. She could see he was attentive to her talk.
"Yes… but…"
"I'm entitled to some fun, don’t you think?" she cut off her friend's answer.
"I guess…"
"Just be happy for me, Mara." She asked. Mara was a bit tougher to convince than her mother.
"Alright, alright… just be careful, I don’t want to see you destroyed by a man."
"You won't, I promise."
"I stored all your things at the airport, in case you need them."
"Thank you, Mara. I'll pick them up as soon as I can."
"Take care and have fun."
"I will, good bye." She ended the call and gave him the phone.
"Are
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