Forever Rain (Rain Will Fall Trilogy #1) (27 page)

“I don’t recognize some of these plants and trees,” I commented, looking around the tranquil landscape.

“Some are imported from different parts of the world and carefully tended by my gardener. He’s a member of the American Horticultural Society and takes great pride in the garden. There is a butterfly garden on the other side of the property.”

Numerous water features were scattered throughout the estate.

Different species of orchids bloomed in the trees providing a natural habitat for the treasured flowers. A Japanese garden was at one corner of the estate surrounded by vibrant green bamboo trees and other plants that flanked a pond.

“I could sit here all day and watch the butterflies.” We sat on a bench under a tree and looked at the insects with beautiful vibrant colors going from flowers and plants to fresh fruits.

“We have plenty of time to stay as long as you wish.”

We made our way back to the pool on a different path with blooming roses, hibiscus, cactus and other plants and flowers. The ones that I did point out on my tour with Jordan were my favorites, and of course he knew that, which was why he specifically had them plentiful throughout the estate. When we got back to the pool we were met by Becky.

“The masseuses are ready when you are.”

“Thank you, Becky.”

“You’re getting a massage?” I asked.

“We are. This way.” He led us toward the gym where there was an adjoining building that housed a spa fully equipped with a sauna, hot tub, four massage tables and a full bathroom with shower. A soothing eucalyptus aroma permeated the air as we entered the ethereal room elegantly decorated with bouquets of fresh flowers, paintings of Texas landscapes, plush seating and a chandelier that complimented the bamboo wood ceiling and tile floors. There were glass windows with black-out screens throughout.

“Mr. Dawson, Miss Caine.”

We were greeted by two women that owned ‘Our Hands, Your Home Spa’. “My name is Claire and this is Angie. Please let us know when you’re ready, sir. We’ll be in the waiting room; just ring the bell.” Claire provided us with fluffy white robes and a tall glass of cold water with a splash of fresh squeezed orange and lemon slices. They stepped out to give us privacy.

“You’ve thought of just about everything, Jordan. This is heavenly. I just may fall asleep.”

“I think falling asleep is a compliment to a masseuse. It means you’re totally relaxed by their hands.” I drank the entire glass as Jordan instructed. “Don’t want you getting dehydrated.”

We lay on our stomach with white towels across our bottoms.

“Hmm. I love the music. Yo- Yo Ma?”

“Correct. Should have known you would recognize that piece which is why we’re going to his concert tonight in Houston. I have box office seats and invited one of my investors and his wife that are in Houston from Belgium.”

“OK, you did think of everything.”

We were lulled into silence as hands moved over our bodies. An hour later I was barely awake. Jordan and I looked dazed but relaxed.

He led the way to the hot tub that was bubbling with a wonderful minty aroma. We slid into it for a few minutes and sipped on cold water.

“Out with you, before you drown. Time for a shower.”

I could so get used to this. The shower was stocked with everything I could think of including my favorite shampoo and conditioner.
Now why didn’t that surprise me?
Jordan washed my hair, his magic hands on my scalp totally delightful.

His hands ran over my body with L’Occitane citrus shower gel. Suddenly his hands stop moving. He cupped my breasts in his hands and squeezed my nipples. The dusky pink buds perked up responding to the tactile stimulation that had me immediately responding to his erotic touch.

I leaned back into his hard body that was slick with water as the showerheads beat down on us.

He pulled me closer to him as one arm hugged me around my waist and his other hand slipped between my legs.

I immediately opened my legs and two of his fingers slipped in to assuage my soft, wet folds. I pushed my ass against his cock. The steel hard erection pushed against my body, seeking entrance to my pulsing womanhood now puffy with need.

Jordan pulled us further back in the shower. He sat on the shower bench and pushed me forward. Fisting his cock in his hand, he lifted me onto his erection seeking my slit as he lowered me down on his glorious cock. My ass nestled to his lower abdomen as a moan escaped my lips.

“Move with me, baby.” He lifted me up and down and I joined in the motion. Our slick bodies moved in perfect harmony.

“I won’t last long, babe.” We slammed against each other. “Need you to come with me.” Jordan panted behind me as my pussy slid over him.

My inner folds clenched on his cock. His body went rigid and his hands grasped my hips as I flew over the pinnacle, my orgasm crashing into me. I bit my lip from screaming out his name, but I am unable to control the sound mewling in my throat. I gasped as he pulled me into his chest, his cock pulling out of me, still semi-hard. Our breathing struggled to return to normal.

“You totally undo me. I can’t keep my hands off you. Can’t get enough.” He bit my shoulder gently. After a few minutes we showered off, again.

“I’ll head inside. Claire and Angie will help you with your hair and makeup in the dressing room.”

“Really, Jordan, they don’t need to do that. I am perfectly capable of doing my own grooming.”

“Just humor me. I delight in pampering my lovely lady.”

I rolled my eyes but he just smiled and took his leave. I put on my robe again and went in search of the ladies. They were in the adjoining dressing room waiting for me. I gratefully sat in the chair. Claire started with my hair and Angie did my manicure and pedicure.

Another hour later and I was pampered, puffed, fluffed and ready for a night at the symphony. I made my way back to the house where Becky met me. She said Jordan was in his office so I went in search of him.

He was dressed in a dark blue suit, white shirt and a dark pink striped tie. His face looked impassive as he focused on the computer monitor where he was engaged in a videoconference.

“Just get it done, James. They are in dire straights and can’t afford to keep their doors open for more than six months.”

“They’re looking for funding and more than likely will get approved by a bank that is willing to take some risk. They’re in the red and struggling, but not ready to give up.” He paused as his attorney spoke quietly back to him.

“Then we do a hostile takeover. I own the majority of the shares and have permission from the board of directors.”

“When did that happen?”

“I bought all the shares I could get my hands on last week which gave me majority.”

I didn’t want to eavesdrop any longer, so I slipped upstairs.

There was a gorgeous cocktail dress lying on the bed. The metallic dress by Hervé Léger was elegant and sexy with narrow shoulder straps and a moderate plunging neckline. The body created an hourglass effect and flared gently just before the hemline. I slipped into the dress that swirls at mid-thigh. A pair of strappy four-inch sandals by Fendi was beside the dress so I slipped them on.

“Beautiful lady.” Jordan was leaning at the bedroom door.

He was looking some kind of hot, with legs apart and both hands in his pants pocket. His incredibly blue eyes seemed to look right through me. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. I could not help the total admiration I felt for the gorgeous man now approaching me. My hands fluttered and I grasped the edge of the dress totally aware that I had no underwear on. Just as Jordan instructed.

I felt naked as air from the ceiling fan overhead swirled, sending cool air up my legs and beyond. I chided myself that after all the hot sex that we’ve had, and I was shy?
Really?
I am not sure why the hint of anxiety set in, but looking at Jordan was making me feel restless, edgy and horny again.
Damn!

“Turn around, lovely.”

I stumbled as I turned in the super sexy high shoes. Jordan steadied me and zipped up the back of the dress.

“Did this fashion guru guy consult Mia by any chance?”

“No. Why?” He kissed me softly on my neck.

“Because these ‘fuck me’ heels are just her style.”

“You are wearing those heels because I absolutely intend to fuck you in them later on tonight.”

Oh God! I was so not going to be able to think of anything else tonight but Jordan fucking me in these gorgeous heels and nothing else. I laughed at his blatant admission of what he intended to do to me. I could only imagine and I couldn’t wait.

“Now for a little something extra.” Jordan walked to the closet that he insisted was mine and came back with two blue boxes.

Now, I knew that color to be Tiffany’s signature color. I mean, every woman on the planet knows, has, wanted or needed something…anything from Tiffany’s.

Jordan slid a platinum and diamond bracelet on my left wrist. The other box was a matching necklace and earrings. He clasped the necklace around my neck and I clipped the earrings to my ear lobes.

“I hope they’re insured.”

“But of course. Even if they were not, they are yours to do as you wish.”

“You could have invested the money it took to buy these, you know. Like maybe buy another island or better yet, a small country.”

“Like I said, your smart, delectable mouth, Miss Caine…”

“You like my smart mouth, Mr. Dawson.”

“That I do.” He kissed me soundly, effectively shutting off my quick retort to his teasing.

“Come on. I need to feed you. Dinner first with Niels and his wife, Eline.”

Chapter 27

We left in the limo and settled in the back seat. Jordan opened a bottle of Champagne and we sipped on the cold bubbly liquid. Jordan pulled me beside him and filled me in on his investor from Brussels.

“Niels invested in several ventures with me in Europe and is keen on expanding his wealth here in the U.S.,” Jordan said. “I have several opportunities that may interest him. We’ve been doing business together for several years.”

I listened and sipped on my drink. We kept the conversation light and spoke of some of his travels during the past few years in Asia and Europe. I shared some of my struggles with the agency and the possibility that I may venture into home health nursing since the private duty nursing was doing well. Before long we pulled up to Vic & Anthony’s Steakhouse where we met the couple.

“Niels, Eline, allow me to introduce Zoe Caine.” Jordan shook the hand of the gentleman and kissed Eline on both cheeks.

I was surprised to see that Niels wasn’t much older than Jordan. He is a handsome man with light brown hair, blue eyes and a few inches shorter than Jordan. His wife, Eline, was tall and elegant with straight brown hair that she wore in a fashionable cut above her shoulders. We were shown to our seats in a small private room toward the back of the restaurant.

“Zoe, you must come to visit us in Brussels soon. It’s a beautiful city and I think you will enjoy it. There are many theaters and art museums, fine food and fabulous shopping. If you’re a coffee lover, we have some of the best in the world.”

“Thank you. I look forward to visiting soon. You’re very kind.” I smiled across at her. “How long will you be in Houston?” I asked.

“Another day is all we have. It is a beautiful city. Very international and welcoming,” she replied.

“Have you been to The Galleria?”

“I love it very much. Very different stores from what we have in Brussels but beautiful things just the same. I found some alluring wedding gowns and will fashion some of mine with a little of their ideas.”

“When you come to Brussels you must stay with us, of course, Zoe,” said Niels. “Jordan, you must bring her soon.”

“Thank you. That’s a kind offer and I look forward to a visit.”

“I would like to take her with us tomorrow, but she’s just expanded her office in San Francisco. You do need to see my penthouse in Brussels, Zoe, and if you like it there we’ll can keep it,” Jordan said.

“You look very happy, my friend, more relaxed,” Niels said.

Jordan smiled and looked across at me.

“I do think the beautiful Zoe has much to do with his happiness.” Eline looked at Jordan and patted him on his shoulder. I got the impression that the couple was his friends as well as business associates.

“We will miss your brilliant mind in Europe, Jordan, but you will continue your success here in America as well. Of this I am sure, which is why we are eager to join in the opportunity of investing along with many others.”

“Thank you, Niels. America continues to be a canvas. The financial opportunities are endless.” Jordan discussed a few more minutes of business but steered the conversation to more generalized topic. Niels and Jordan had meetings on Monday morning, then the couple would return to Brussels with Jordan Monday evening.

After dinner, we all rode in the limo to the symphony together. Upon arrival, an attendant accompanied us to our seats.

I was about to step into the seating area when Dr. Charles Rivas greeted me. He’s a young cardiovascular surgeon that is making a name for himself in the medical community. We’d met several times over the past few years at different medical and charity functions.

“Zoe, great to see you. How have you been?” He kissed me on the cheek. I turned around to introduce him to Jordan who was staring him down.
Really?

“How do you do, Jordan? I think you met with my dad earlier this week.”

Jordan shook his hand but kept a possessive arm around my waist. Charles’ father was also a physician and the medical director of a group of privately owned hospitals in Houston.

“Let’s do lunch soon, Zoe. I’m interested in hearing more about your idea for home health. Dad said you tossed the idea around with him the last time he saw you. For what it’s worth, I think it would be a great move.”

“Thank you, Charles. It would be a huge undertaking and I will keep that option on the table. I would also need a physician as medical director.”

“Even more reasons to meet sometime soon then.” Charles flashed a charming smile at me.