Then he turned the knob on the door, snapped it open and was gone. I fell back against the wall with a sigh before realizing that William was still standing there watching me.

He bent and opened the door, holding it for me, indicating I should go through before him. I straightened. “Thank you, William. It was nice to meet you.”

“We met already. You just don’t remember.”

“Oh…oh really? I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry you don’t remember?”

I frowned, rubbing my temple, and ducked in through the doorway ahead of him. He closed the door and we were standing in the back hall. At last, the bathroom appeared empty. Jordan was nowhere to be seen.

I stopped and turned back to William. He’d been watching me with a frown but jerked his eyes away when I looked at him.

“I don’t want to go out there and finish what he started,” William said, peering down the hallway.

“What did he start?”

“Well, he wants me to think he was here to show me something, but I think he was here to watch you. So if you’re leaving, I have a feeling he will too.”

“He was here to watch me? What for?”

William’s eyes shifted from my left shoulder to my right shoulder, as if unable to connect with my gaze. “I have no idea. But hopefully you are going so he won’t force me to stay with him.”

I laughed, glancing down the hallway again. If I didn’t have to be in to work at the crack of dawn the next morning, it might be worth it to hang out here late in order to spite Jordan. My fist closed. Damn it. Mr. Darcy and my fuzzy jammies beckoned.

“Don’t worry, William. I’m going home after I visit the little girl’s room.”

William looked visibly relieved.

I decided against hitting the bathroom and instead followed him back into the bar. At my table, five guys sat talking to the three women. I made a quick excuse about a sudden migraine and then hightailed it out of there before Cari could say anything.

I didn’t even chance a glance at the other side of the bar to see if Jordan had left. But when I was out in the parking lot headed toward my car, I walked by the big, flashy Range Rover that I once drove to the car wash and noted that there were two people inside.

A minute after I pulled out of my parking space, the Range Rover did the same. At least he didn’t go full stalker on me and follow me home. He went straight when I made my first right turn.

I blinked, still completely confused about the goings-on of today—and beyond that, this entire week. Since that heated night when Jordan kissed me on his couch, I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind. And I’d failed miserably at avoiding him.

Apparently, I was an expert at avoiding everyone else, but when it came to Jordan Fawkes, I sucked at it.

Probably because…deep down, I didn’t want to.

Chapter 10

Jordan

Today was sexual harassment training. Wasn’t that great? Last night I’d had my hand up my intern’s skirt, making her moan while I put my mouth all over her, and now here we were. Fuck. I rubbed my sore neck as I watched another set of employees file in for the third such session today. Adam and I had to sit through all of them and—thank God—this was the last one. There was a dull ache in my head, tightness in my temples. I put my head in my hand, covering my eyes. I felt a nudge at my elbow.

“What’s the matter, can’t stand to suffer the torture you inflicted?”

I sent Adam a dirty look. “It wasn’t my dumbass suggestion, it was the goddamn banker. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

“Can I punch him in the nuts instead?”

“Quit whining.”

For the third time that day, Essie, from the outside firm we’d hired to come in and inflict this low-level torture, stood and gave her canned spiel about the importance of power equality in the workplace and maintaining a safe, harassment-free work environment. I resisted the urge to check my phone when the dumbass video started, staring blankly at it like a zombie—yet again. I ignored the whispers and the rustling behind me. Clearly, the employees hated this as much as I did.

And like before, we progressed to the goddamn Q & A session. But this time, when Essie opened it up to questions, you could have heard a pin drop and crickets chirp. There at least had been some healthy discussion before—enough that it had taken almost all of the time. Apparently, this last group was the rebel bunch and they were protesting.

“So no one has any questions at all?” Essie said, her black brows rising. “Maybe as a jumping off point, we should start the discussion with the viral video.”