The Billionaire's Revenge (The Blank Check #6) - Jeannette Winter Page 0,21
this time we can be clear as to where we are meeting.”
“Better yet, I’ll pick you up. How about seven?” he suggested.
“Seven it is. Now if we don’t order dessert now, you won’t have to worry about tomorrow. Because I’ll faint from hunger,” she said jokingly.
Jordan waved the waitress back over and placed their order, two chocolate molten lava cakes. He wasn’t sure what her plans were after this, but his was to hit the gym. Hopefully it’d burn not just the calories off, but also clear his head as to why he was doing all this. She wasn’t nineteen any longer. She didn’t need his protection. But you’re going to get it anyway.
Gianna paced the floor. There was so much she could be doing right now, sleep was on the top of the list, but instead she was replaying the entire conversation from earlier. She had wanted to ask what Marvin had said to Jordan. It didn’t appear that Marvin ever told Jordan that it all had been a sham. That left her in a very awkward place. Should she tell Jordan now? Does it even matter all these years later?
There was one problem with all of this. Jordan very well could be just as big of a player as Marvin was. The only difference was she knew what game Marvin was playing and why. Jordan, well he was a lot harder to figure out. Like why ask me to dinner again? It was this kind of stuff that was keeping her up right now.
But it was more than Jordan asking her out that bothered her. Why did she agree? This morning she’d wanted to avoid him, and had every intention of canceling their plans. Each time was stressful. She needed to think before speaking all the time. It was a good practice anyway, but this was for an entirely different reason. And although she shouldn’t, she felt guilty about how she answered his questions. Words formed in a way that never really answered his question.
God. I’m getting as bad as Marvin.
This was the problem of lies. The longer they went on, the more difficult it was to keep them. She knew exactly what she needed to do. Tomorrow night she would tell Jordan the truth, or at least a part of it. There were things that didn’t need to be said. But it was time to come clean about never being in love with Marvin.
Gianna snickered. Maybe I’ll wait until after we eat.
Looking at the clock, it was almost midnight. Even if she went and laid down now, all she’d do would be toss and turn. So she picked up her laptop and headed for the couch instead. There was one thing that couldn’t wait. Today & Tomorrow needed to really find some outstanding candidates if she had any hope of snagging Lawson Steel. Jordan never hinted as to what type of assistance they might need. She could use the same model as Grayson Corp, since they were in the same line of work. Yet that was assuming Jordan planned on utilizing them in the same way. No. She needed to cast a wider net and have skilled employees in a variety of fields. It was something she’d been planning on doing. Now she wished she had already started the process. Gianna felt like she was behind the eight-ball and her business was riding on this.
Gianna had no idea when she had fallen asleep, but the sound of knocking on her door startled her, and the laptop slipped, and she caught it just before it crashed onto the floor.
It was morning, because she could see the sun was out. Gianna knew exactly who it was. Dolores had been begging her to go out for an early morning run before work. This was the day she was supposed to start that torturous routine. She put her computer on the couch and went to open the door. Peeking through the peephole, she confirmed her visitor first.
“Hello Dolores. Guess you can tell I’m not ready,” Gianna said when she opened the door.
Dolores laughed. “Do you think for a minute I believed you would be? Don’t worry, I can wait.”
Gianna said, “I think you’ll need to wait until tomorrow. I’ve been up all night, well most of the night, working.”
She shook her head. “This is why you’re supposed to start running. Doing something for you to keep healthy. You can’t keep up this pace. You’re…”