Time had passed by since Jordan left and Raphael came to check on me. I didn't pay much attention to Raphael as I was still trying to get over the fact that Jordan had kissed me and agreed to be my personal attendant. I tried acting like nothing special had happened, but the smile that was plastered on my face spoke otherwise.

Raphael asked how I did it and I explained in the calmest and cleanest way possible of what happened. I didn't want Raphael knowing how I got him to agree and how Jordan shook my entire world with just a small show of passion. That was going to be my little secret, a promise that things were going to get even more amazing than it already was. I just couldn't wait for it.

It was obvious. I was so happy that my heart wouldn't stop thumping loudly, and my body wouldn't stop trembling. The mere memory of his hot breath touching my skin as his warm lips made contact with mine made me desire more. It was awesome, and perfect, and out of this world, and so much more!

I didn't even need to point out that I was half hard just from a plain kiss. Humiliating, yes. There was a first time for everything and this was mine. Jordan made me want more from him, made me desire him like I had never desired another person before. He didn't even use his tongue yet I felt like I was being consumed, devoured. I'd have taken care of it, if it weren't for the fact that I was too stunned to even move. Hell, if I just concentrated, I might even get off without any friction. That's how much that little kiss affected me.

"Yo, Eric. Sorry for coming two hours late. I tried calling but no one was answering, so I had to come over. God knows what you'll do in your current situation. Oh, and I had to do last minute revisions for some documents and - what's with the creepy smile?" Elaine said, walking inside my house like she owned it. Her brows shot up in question as she eyed me silently. I ignored her, patting my cheeks to brush away the urge to smile.

Seriously, I was like an idiot.

"Eric, you are an idiot." Thank you for pointing that out, Elaine. "Mind telling me why you look like you just won the lottery?"

I would've come back with a snappy reply but my brain was being stupid and refused to come up with one. Not to mention that my body had also started refusing my orders in an attempt to stay in that dream-like state. Man, I needed more self-control. I should take after the man that made me feel like this. After how I acted, I'm surprised he just got away with a kiss.

Finally, I took control of my eyes and glanced at Elaine, surprised to find her sitting next to me on the couch where Jordan and I had negotiated.

When did she get there, I didn't know. She was just entering the room and now she's sitting right next to me. Weird.

"Hello! Earth to Eric. Come in, Eric? Has your brain finally died in that head of yours?" Elaine called out, scooting closer to me as she did so.

I glared at her, irritated that she was destroying my little fantasy world with her annoying voice. Damn, I needed more time there but I was being pulled into reality. She saw my glare and smiled at me innocently, like she always did when we were younger. Not this time, baby sister. You're not getting away without a fight.

"Shut up, Elaine. I just couldn't digest what had just happened." I answered, my cheeks heating up as I returned to the memory of our kiss. Next time, I'm getting more than just a kiss to my lips. He'll be kissing me all the way to the tip of my toes and worship me like I was a goddamned miracle.

Leaving me unsatisfied like this is unheard of.

"Yeah, and what happened? You called me while I was working to come up with a plan B, yet you act like whatever is in your head is more important. Concentrate, stupid. We need to reel in this guy." She cried out, crossing her legs as she leaned back on the couch. "One more thing. Why the hell aren't you dressed yet? Any reason you might want to share? I can practically see Big Brother Jr. over there and that's something no little sister should ever see."

I gave her a droll stare, standing up to tighten my robe so that she wouldn't complain anymore. Besides she wasn't the one I was planning to strip for. I had another big guy in mind and his lips were getting me horny.

Seriously, I've got to get laid. I'm already fantasizing of messing up my sheets with the same bear I used to think was as plain as day. Apparently, he's got his own unique charm and I was the only one who saw it. Strange. Even Raphael didn't find him attractive enough to lie underneath him.

Well, it's his loss.

I, on the other hand, was delving deeper into my fantasies. To be under his strong and muscular chest as I caressed his hot skin was a dream come true, trapped between his legs as his eyes slid down my body with a fiery heat in them, setting fire to the very depths of my soul before commanding me to bare myself open to him as he slides his thick and juicy co-

"Eric!" Damn, so close.

"Elaine, you just destroyed a perfectly good fantasy right there." I pouted, regretting the fact that I could've gotten more from Jordan if I hadn't been too stunned.

"Yeah, I can see that. You know you're pitching a tent, right?" She pointed down with a long finger and gave me a look of disgust. I would've looked like that too if she was the one in my position.

"Yeah, I know. Give it some time and it'll go away. Let's just say I discovered a whole new side to me and my little nurse." I smirked, fighting the urge to smile since I was trying to look cocky. Hell, I was losing my touch and Eric Giordanio never lost his touch. "Besides, I got to talk to him and he agreed to work for me. And it's all thanks to Raphael."

"Spill." I looked at her, trying to school in my features so she didn't get any ideas. "You guys did something and that's why you're acting weird. What I want to know is what it was. So, spill."

A grin split my face in half and she instantly knew it was something good. More or less, I told her how I started it off and ended up with him kissing me. What I didn't tell her though was the fact that I was having these weird hallucinations. Although, she already knew what was going on in my head before I even spilled anything.

"That's great. You went for the kill and got a foot. Now, all you need is the rest of the body and it'll be game over." She said smugly, a smirk on her pink lips.

"Don't you think I'm taking this too fast? I mean, just a few days ago I thought he was the most obnoxious man on the planet. And now, I'm seducing him like I hadn't had my heart broken just a little over a year ago. That's got to be an abnormal turn of events." I got up and headed for the kitchen, Elaine following me immediately.

I grabbed two wine glasses and brought out some red wine I had received as a gift from the many suitors I had. Elaine took it from me and popped it open, pouring a generous amount in both glasses. This was a time to celebrate and I was going to enjoy this.

"There's no fast or slow in a game like this, Eric. You want him and that's perfectly fine. Just because you're the Eric Giordanio, doesn't mean you won't experience such desires for another man like we mortals do." She answered before taking a sip from her wine. I swirled mine a bit, admiring the red sea coating the insides of my glass.

"Even if his looks are nothing special and he's the complete and total opposite of me?" I asked, suddenly feeling unsure of myself. Normally, I never got this anxious but this man was just too much for me to handle alone.

"Eric, what are you talking about? Of course, it's fine. It's a known fact that opposites attract. Where were you during physics in high school? Oh yeah, you were skipping class and banging everything that walked on two legs." She swallowed another sip, leaning forward on the marble kitchen counter. "What you should be focusing on is getting that man in your bed. Worry about those stuff in another life."

I drank in her words, mixing it with the hot burn of the wine that was slowly giving me the confidence I desperately needed. Of course! People desired other people and this was no exception. Just because I didn't like him at first, doesn't cancel out the fact that I could want him later.

"I can always count on you to bring my spirits up, you know that." I raised my glass to her in a silent toast, the smirk on her face acknowledging my action. 

"Now, let's get to it." She suddenly said, grabbing the bottle of wine and headed out the kitchen, I followed her quietly and we ended up in my bedroom. She sat on my bed and placed the bottle on the bedside table before patting the space next to her. 

I crawled on my bed, grabbing a pillow to cover my naked self, and sat next to her. Our backs were resting on the soft headboard of the bed while our legs were stretched out. I took another sip of my wine, careful not to spill any on my white sheets. God knows what the house cleaner would think.

"Okay, so he needs food and shelter." I nodded, turning my head to her as she held her glass with both hands on her lap. "That's the easy part, actually. Just let him stay here. That way, you can get to him faster than if he stayed out."

"Yeah, that's what I originally planned. Anyway, Raphael contacted him about the arrangement and he'll be moving in tomorrow. So, I've got less than - wait, what time is it?" I looked at the digital clock that sat snugly next to the wine bottle on the bedside table. "It's already 8:45 pm. Damn. How long was I just sitting in the living room?"

Elaine quirked an eyebrow in amusement, a small smile on her lips as she took another huge gulp of her drink. There was no more sips with her. The alcohol was just damn too tempting for an overly stressed woman like her.

Anyway, where was I?

"Oh, right. I've got less than 24 hours to come up with a plan to get him. Shouldn't you be helping me with that?" I took another sip of my wine, licking the excess liquid that wet my lips.

"You don't need my help for that. Frankly, I don't think you need any more of my help from here on out. You got this, Eric. He's just right under your nose. What you do need me for is someone to spill the details to. This man is really interesting and I want to know how you got him to beg for you. Or it could be the other way around, but what the hell. Just as long as this works." She said, pouring herself another generous amount of wine in her glass.

"Let's make a toast." She sat up properly, pulling me along with her so we both sat on our knees. "To you, may you get this man begging on his knees."

I laughed at her and clinked our glasses. She gave me one of her own smiles and took another drink before heading out. I asked her to spend the night but she said she had stuff to finish at home, so I let her leave. Of course, she reassured me that I didn't need to drive her home and that she was still sober. 

After all, I didn't want my advisor to crash in her car just because she had one too many glasses of wine.

(A/N: I super rarely interject my thoughts in a story, but I had to say this. Please, do not practice drunk driving. To all drivers out there, become a legend and say 'no' to drunk driving. Thank you! Now, back to the story.) 

That night I had the most erotic dream ever. It wasn't one of those faceless stuff that happens when you're sexually frustrated. No, not at all. It was like I was already planning how I'd lure in my little bear and how everything was going to play out. And let's just say that if it was a made into a movie, it would've been rated XXX. Not at all child-friendly.

I'd love to replay it again while I befriend Mr. Hand, but I had to fix up. I didn't know what time Jordan was going to drop by and I wanted to be ready this time. Besides, I'm sure experiencing the real thing was better than whatever my imagination can conjure up. Let's just hope that whatever I came up with will not end up in me hiding under my blankets as I moan to the heavens. That'd be just sad.

I sat up on my bed, pushing away all the pillows that surrounded me. Seriously, why did I get a big bed if I didn't have someone to share it with aside from my pillows?

Looking at the digital clock, my eyes widened. In blaring red lights, the figures 7:48 am told me that I had to get moving if I wanted to be done before somebody arrived.

Rushing to my bathroom, I turned the dial for the shower until I got the temperature right. And as I stood stark naked in front of the glass door, I admired my foggy reflection. I knew what I was going to wear when I greeted him, smiling evilly at the thought of what his reaction might be.

There's only one way to know and that was to just do it, right?

I cleaned myself up in record time, 25 minutes to be exact. And as I stood in front of my huge mirror in my bathroom, a mirror that covered an entire wall, I smiled. Honestly, I would've gone with the bath robe thing again, see if the same trick would work twice.

But, I knew. Jordan had already warned me yesterday which meant that this time, he was going to be stronger with his resolve than yesterday. Meaning, my next outfit had to be more outrageous and seductive. Something that would make him pull his pants down just at the sight of me in the room.

And I had just the thing.

Running out the bathroom, I went straight to my walk-in closet until I reached the end. You know how secrets were even more dangerous the deeper you got through a person? Well, let's just say that my closet was the same thing. What can I say, I love playing games like these. And to win games like these, you had to come up with an artillery that promised victory.

Placing my hands on my hips, I grinned proudly as I stared at my collection that hung across an entire wall. Yes, wall. I had this part of the closet specifically made for my babies. No one was as addicted to this stuff than I was. The thrill my partner and I would get with every outfit I wore was a killer. Like my sister said, no one could resist me. And with a bear, you just had to go with a bear trap.

Voila!

Eric, meet your old friend, Black Lace.

Grabbing the soft cloth from where it hung on the wall, I sniffed the fabric with a smile. Okay, okay. I know, that was gross. But, this bad boy was hand-washed by me with the most expensive laundry soap and fabric conditioner I could find. The boxer was made from black lace, almost virtually hiding nothing under it.

You could say that the fabric itself was just for show, something to draw the attention of my partner. The lace used was really soft on the skin, the way the swirls covered it looked even more inviting. It was so worth the money I paid for. The fabric hugged my slim waist snugly, wrapping my ass fully. The way it made my legs look firm and supple was deadly and if I bent my knees, the corded muscles on my thighs would make my ass even more mouthwatering.

Damn. Now, I wanted to get laid. But, I had to be patient. Things had to go according to the way I had envisioned in my dreams. I didn't want to screw up now just because I was craving for something up my ass. No way.

"I look great as always. Bravo, Eric." I said, turning around in front of my bathroom mirror. I slid my hands up my torso, deliberately flicking my nipples around. This deadly heat was going to kill me if I didn't at least let out some steam. And what better way than to play with my chest, right?

Brushing my hair to the side, I reached for my comb and fluffed my hair even more. When I was finally satisfied, I reached for my body spray and coated myself thoroughly. This was no ordinary body spray. This was the real deal. I've had this baby hidden since the last time I used it, it was so effective I just had to keep it for extreme cases.

The last guy I used it on turned into a wild beast when I ravaged him, screaming 'more' and 'harder'. I thought I had finally broken my little friend from overuse since the guy wouldn't stop grabbing for me. It was beyond satisfying and it was what I needed.

"There, all done." I put on a loose shirt that was translucent, making sure it covered just below the boxers I wore. 

I read this in one of Elaine's books that manly guys were suckers for the loose shirt trick. From what I gathered from Jordan, he seems like a manly guy so I knew this would work. And the best part was that if I bent just a little, he'd be awarded of the amazing sight of my smooth chest. 

Tell me I didn't just kill it. Hah, this was the end for him. The end, I tell you. Okay, too much excitement. Got to calm down and not blow this up.

Taking a deep breath, I walked out my room and headed for the kitchen. I wasn't going to have breakfast since I didn't want to mess up my perfect look. Just a glass of water was all I needed to calm the shaking nerves in my body. I wasn't even sure if it was because I was nervous or excited.

Probably the latter.

Three heavy knocks startled me, waking me from another round of imagination sex. My heart pumped wildly, making me tremble again. This was it.

He's here. 

I took another quick glance at the small mirror that hung on my wall, brushing a few strands away from my face. Another round of heavy knocks and I was running towards the door. The bounce with each step I took increased the beats my heart took, I was going to get a heart attack from all the excitement.

"Coming, coming." The thought of these words being used in an entirely different situation heated my body. I scolded myself silently, trying to cool the searing heat that coursed through my veins. "I'm coming!"

Alright, that was it. I'm getting too excited for my own good.

"Sorry. I just came from my room." I lied, pulling the door open to reveal the owner of the silver-grey eyes that pierced me. I put on my best devilish smile as I opened the door even more, positioning myself in the middle so that he could see all my hard work. 

Jordan stood there, wearing a navy blue shirt, black jeans, and grey sneakers. He carried two duffle bags and a black backpack, stuffed to the brim with his stuff. He looked like a mountain climber, a really sexy mountain climber. It was hot the way his dark clothes heightened his already pale skin. I was sure that if I made a mark on him, it was going to be so obvious that even the children wouldn't believe it was a bug's bite.

"Just got out of the shower again, huh." Jordan quietly muttered, his eyes sliding down from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. I noticed the way his mouth had tightened at the quick glance he took of my boxers. It was the lace, I was sure. Men were suckers for laced underwear because I know I was.

Plus, his reaction was a good sign. Oh yes, it was. Someone's getting laid early in the morning and that someone was me. I laughed evilly in my head, making sure I kept my devilish mask on so he didn't know this was planned. 

Game over, baby bear.

"Maybe." I drawled out, biting my bottom lip softly. "That's all you got? Anything else you have back at your old place?"

The sound of his heavy breathing rang my ears. Oh God, just imagine how great it would sound if he was breathing even more heavier as he plowed me. I could feel the shivers already.

"Yeah. This is all I got." He answered, the grip he had on his bags tightened even more. "Could I get my stuff in or do you have a guest that's why you look like you're going to have sex?"

I smirked, tilting my head to the side as I eyed him shamelessly. Hey, I was already hot and bothered, and this man wasn't actually emitting get off me pheromones. If anything, he was spraying his predator scent.

"Always with the sex comment, Jordan. Can't a guy look like this and not question if he was just in the middle of sex?" I turned around, leaving the door open so he could enter the house. I led him all the way to the living room, waiting for him to reach me as he had to shut the door with his hands full.

I faced him, crossing my arms across my chest, the action causing my shirt to slide down one shoulder. Damn, did I love this one bare shoulder look or what? 

"Do you always look like this when you're at home?" He asked, dropping his heavy bags on the floor with a loud thud. I noticed his eyes weren't looking at me as he tried to wander them across the living room. "And what did I tell you about vulnerability? You know, you're just asking to be raped."

 And, here comes the perfect timing. This man was just asking for it.

"Am I?" I played out, carefully making my way over to him. It was such a short distance and I was deliberately calling his attention with the slow pace I took to get to him. "Because I'm always like this at home. Is that going to be a problem with our arrangement?"

I stood close to him, almost copying the distance we had yesterday in this same room. He finally relented and tilted his head down, his eyes catching my own in a heated exchange. Oh, he was desperately fighting me off. I could literally see it. 

Raising both my arms to wrap around his neck, I pulled him closer, making sure our eyes were still watching each other. I raised a hand to play with the strands of his hair that reached his neck, twirling it on my fingers as I edged impossibly closer to his warm body.

Just another push was all I needed and I was getting an early surprise.

"No, it isn't. If I didn't know any better, I'd take this as an invitation to your bed." I watched as his own version of a devilish smile played on his lips, pulling me to just take a bite off them.

I knew this man was smart, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten my attention in the first place.

"Then, you got the invitation right."

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Author's Note:

And there you go! A cliffhanger when it was getting to the good part. Damn. Am I good or what? Please tell me I got you pissed off because of this ending. I'm telling you, I really am sadistic in nature. You never know what you'll realize when you enter the world of writing. Honestly, I always thought I was masochistic, but whatever. *smiles very evilly*

Anyway, I can promise you guys that things will get heated on the next chapter. Whether Eric succeeded or not, you'll have to wait. I'd give you a sneak peek, but I just don't know what will happen. Seriously, I DON'T KNOW and I'm the AUTHOR! What's up with that? It's probably because I haven't reached that far in my fantasy world called  "LALALALALAND". We'll just have to wait and see until my brain refuels with imagination juice.

So, that's about it and another reminder. Please, to all of those who have a license to drive (Coz I know I don't have one), drunk driving is not cool. Seriously not cool. 

That's it! 

yaoiChibi is out! Peace~

P.S.

Seriously, drunk driving is not cool.