A/N right, another chapter, slowly but surely advancing the plot...we're in the home stretch, there's only three sheets left of rough draft!
She paced back and forth in her office. Again, calling it her office, it wasn't hers, only the desk was hers, but years of having her own office had gotten her into thinking that way. She looked up to see Jordan walk in. "Hi." She said, still pacing back and forth.
"Hey. Leg fall asleep?" She laughed.
"No, badly in need of nicotine." Jordan laughed.
"You smoke?" She shook her head.
"Haven't in ten years, but every now and then-"
"You feel like you're going to snap if you don't have a cancer stick." She grinned and nodded.
"Right on. Know the feeling" Jordan grinned.
"Smoked for almost a decade." She laughed.
"That's nothing, I smoked for twenty, chain smoked even. At my best, or worst, depending on how you look at it I could go through a pack in a sitting." Jordan looked impressed.
"I could barely do three." She laughed.
"It's a practiced skill. In med school I was at almost three packs a day. But that was back in the day when you could smoke in class. And some lectures you needed a smoke." Jordan laughed. She rubbed the back of her hand, hoping that it really would work to relieve her craving. She wanted to go through a pack in very quick sucession right about then. "Quit when I disappeared overseas, didn't carry Camels over there."
"Blame Garret, he started trying to get me to quit from before he even knew me." She forced a smile on her face. Garret. The one man she didn't want to think about now, the one man she was trying to drive from her brain. She wanted to forget about him, put him out of her mind, focus on the trial that was now an hour away. It was far too early to want a pack of cigarettes, it was barely nine.
Had she so far gone a half day without him? Apparently so. A full day would be a better achievement the way he kept running amok in her mind. She kept thinking her way down to his office, she wanted to go in there and said maybe what she suggested was a bad idea and jump his bones right then, but she wasn't going to. She had more self control than that.
She wanted to make sure he was the One, that this was love, not lust. And at the moment all signs were pointing to lust and not love. She wanted him, she craved him, she wanted nothing more than to pin him to his couch and have him right there in his office. That was definitely a sign of lust.
"You wanna do breakfast? We can stop each other from going out and sucking down an entire carton of Camels." She laughed.
"Yeah, that'd be good, I've got the trial in an hour though." As they walked to the elevator she shook her head. "How do you guys do it?"
"Do what?" Jordan asked as they headed down to the first floor.
"Eat. And eat. And eat. In the two weeks I've been here I've eaten out more than I usually do in three months." She grinned. "I'm going to be a five hundred pounds before I retire." Jordan shrugged.
"You get used to it, I guess. And lots of walking." She laughed.
"I have a third floor walkup, I've got the walking thing down." Jordan grinned.
"Second story. Annoying after a day on your feet, but worth it for the exercise." She nodded.
"Why I don't mind paper pushing, nice, relaxing, mindless work behind a desk." Jordan mimed a puking motion.
"Hate paperwork. With a passion."
"You get to be an old lady and mind it less and less."
"You're not old, you're younger than Garret." Again, Garret came up, and again, she fought the urge to run back to the building up the nine flights of steps and drag him into the nearest bed.
"Something to tell myself on my birthday." Jordan laughed.
"That coming up?" She thought.
"Two weeks, the twentieth." Jordan grinned.
"Not something to tell me. Unless of course you want the whole mourge to sing Happy Birthday." She laughed and faked a death glare.
"I hate having my birthday then, right smack in the middle of the high holy month." Jordan looked interested.
"The only two days I show up to synagogue are Yom Kippur and Rosh Hashana, the only other time I went was when I was dating the Rabbi. And then only for the ulterior motive." Jordan grinned. "But the only other Jew I've found I don't want to be within a fifty mile radius of and that's Slokum. Evil evil man. Deserves to have all ten plagues sent upon him." Jordan laughed.
You dated a Rabbi?" She shrugged.
"Another ex-fiancée." Jordan looked interested.
"What happened to him?" She frowned.
"The closest one to actually getting married to, for me. He kicked though, a month before the wedding." Jordan frowned.
"Too bad." She laughed.
"I don't think I could've standed being around all that religion. You're looking at someone who got thrown out of Hebrew school for questioning the Torah." Jordan laughed as they walked into a Starbucks and both ordered vente lattes, needing all the caffeine they could get.
"This is what I missed about this country. The caffeine. Coffee's just not as-"
"Coffee-like?" Jordan suggested and she nodded.
"Bingo." They took a table and wolfed down bagels with their coffee, trying to get as much energy into her as possible before being forced to sit through an incredibly boring trial.