his kiss.
“Would you like to continue this conversation at my place?” he whispered between kisses.
I pulled back fractionally and waited until he opened his eyes. “Not tonight,” I told him before planting another kiss against his lips. “I should go home.”
He let out a deep breath. “You make it hard, but you’re worth the wait.” Taking a step back, he adjusted himself. “You’re definitely worth the wait.”
He walked me to my car. He tried to hold my hand, but I lifted his hand and subsequently his arm and wrapped it around my shoulder. It was a concession for not knowing why I wasn’t ready to see what his dick was talking about.
He opened my car door for me and planted one more soft and sexy kiss on me. “I can’t wait to see you again,” he uttered before backing away. “Goodnight, Zola.”
“Goodnight, Jordan.”
Starting my engine, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. It was hot. His lips were soft. His technique was on-point. His touch was tender. And he was the official replacement of the open spot that Cam left. But I always trusted my gut and for some reason, I just wasn’t there yet.
Rule Number Three: When you know, you know.
And with Dr. Jordan Lewis, I didn’t know.
I grabbed my phone out of my bag just as it started ringing.
“Hello?” I answered with a smile.
“I remembered what I was going to ask you,” Jordan recalled.
“And what was that?” I asked, pulling out of the parking spot.
“There’s some rumors going around campus. Do you happen to know who or what V is?”
I knew what he was talking about, but I had no information. The mystery surrounding the not-so-secret secret society on Hamilton University’s campus had swirled around long before I was a student and remained a mystery long after I’d graduated.
“I have no idea. My friends and I assumed it was named after a man with a V name. Like a Vernon or Vincent with deep pockets.” I shrugged. “But I don’t know.”
“Oh okay. One of my students wrote a psychological profile of remaining anonymous and referenced V several times.”
“Ohhhhh,” I intoned. “That sounds interesting.”
“It was. Text me and let me know when you get home.”
“I will. Drive safely and thank you again.”
We said our goodbyes and I sang all the way home.
I parked in a spot not too far away from where I liked to park. When I picked up my phone again, I noticed all the missed calls and text messages. But I naturally gravitated to one of them in particular.
Saint Anderson: Are you busy on Friday night?
Just seeing his name made me smile. Reading his message gave me butterflies.
Zola Patterson: Depends on who’s asking and for what purpose.
Saint Anderson: I’m asking. And the purpose is to get to know you better.
As cool as I tried to be, I squealed and bounced my shoulders excitedly as I typed.
Zola Patterson: I suppose that could be arranged.
*****
Chapter 3
“How many times have you talked to him this week?” Kia asked as we sat across from each other at Black Lotus. She pushed her glasses up on her nose. “Also, I love the way you just lit up.”
I stifled a giggle and put my hands to my cheeks. I could feel the heat radiating from my face. “He called Monday, but I was finalizing some stuff with the new position with The Herald. It’s a remote position but I had to go through all the human resources B.S., so I didn’t get out for a few hours. By the time I called him back, he was on his way to see a patient. Our only real conversation was the quick one earlier today to confirm our plans”—I grinned— “for tomorrow.”
She clapped her hands and whisper screamed. “Finally! It’s about damn time that Saint got his shit together.”
“I know, right!” I shook my head and then dropped my hands. “I’ve never had to wait so long for a man that I know is interested to ask me out.”
Kia pursed her lips. “Well it’s not like you were sitting around waiting for him to call.” She tilted her head to the side. “Didn’t you have a lunch date yesterday?”
“I sure did.” I wiggled my eyebrows as I took a sip of my Amaretto sour. “Lunch with Jordan was nice.”
“Did you go out or were you on campus?”
“We were on campus… in his office.” I looked out into the crowd and let my mind drift back to the sexual tension in the room. “And there