Mr. Jordan (Chapter I)

My parents were having their boss, Mr. Jordan, over for dinner tonight. I was more than happy to attend and dressed nicely, wearing a green halter top that showed off my plentiful cleavage, and tight denim shorts that highlighted my firm ass. I wanted to look sexy and young for Mr. Jordan, even though he never really paid me much attention.  Mr. Jordan ran a law firm, and my parents were a few of his best lawyers. Mr. Jordan was tall, tan and handsome. His blonde hair matched perfectly with his blue eyes, which were the colour of the morning sky. He was only in his early thirties, with no partner or kids. I don’t know how he was single. My mother had cooked pasta for dinner and chocolate cake for dessert, Mr. Jordan’s favourites. eryaman escort They were also my favourites. He had come around for dinner a few times since my parents started working for him about a year ago, and each time he seemed to be more and more handsome.  Just as I finished applying my lip gloss, the doorbell rang. I heard my mother greet him at the door and usher him into the dining room. I wasted no time and was sitting at the table in under half a minute. “Jasmine,” he smiled, “how are you?” His smile made my pussy tingle, his pearly whites so perfect.  “Good, thank you,” I answered, taking up my usual place at the table, right next to him, “how about yourself?” sincan escort He said he was also good, and we made small talk until my parents joined us, my mum placing the pasta tray in the middle of the table. We started eating and they started to talk about business and future opportunities for the firm. I wasn’t paying attention; I never did when they started talking about their jobs. I wasn’t much interested in legal stuff anyway. It honestly bored me. But I knew that they all loved their jobs, so I stayed quiet and let them talk.  Soon, dinner was down and dessert was being served, but I really had to go to the bathroom. “Dad, can I pleased be excused for a etlik escort few moments?” I asked. “Sure, sweetheart, but I won’t save you any cake,” he smiled as I left the room. As I turned my back, I could have sworn I felt Mr. Jordan’s gaze follow me, but I shrugged the feeling off as stupidity and silliness. I was washing my hands and tidying up my hair on the second floor bathroom when I heard the door open and close behind me. I twirled around, expecting it to be my mum or dad coming to get me. I gave a startled gasp when I saw Mr. Jordan standing there, his tie loose around his neck. “Mr-Mr. Jordan,” I stammered, caught off guard. “Are you okay? Can I get you anything?” “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, Jasmine. For quite some time now. I haven’t been able to catch you alone without your parents around. Until now, that is.” I stared at him, unsure and yet excited about where he was taking this. “You are a very beautiful young girl, Jasmine, your attractiveness has not gone unnoticed. You could make even the most self-controlled man lose control.