I hadn't been home in nearly three weeks and it felt good to be alone in my beach house finally, as I lazily began to strip off my clothes and make my way to the staircase that led to my bedroom. Past all the unopened mail that lay scattered across my pool table without a second glance at it, I flung my clothes haphazardly as I peeled them off sending my grey tee across the leather chair in the corner and my bra somewhere behind me as I reached the staircase
My cell phone continued to ring incessantly as I climbed the stairs, I pulled it out of the back pocket of the leather pants I had on before turning it off and carelessly tossing it across my king-size bed.
Stretching languidly I assumed that whoever it was on the other end could wait, I had handled my problem of a greedy drug dealer in the Bahamas, and someone who had thought he could steal from me and get away with it.
So, as far as I was concerned there was absolutely nothing that I could possibly need to handle this late at night, glancing at my Rolex I checked the time and it was just past midnight.
I stopped long enough to turn on my iPod , and let the raspy, jazz soaked voice of Macy Gray filter throughout the room before making my way to into the bathroom and to a much needed shower.
I let the near scalding water flow over my achy, tired muscles, before turning up the cold and relishing in the warm soothing spray. A million thoughts raced through my mind as I stood under the pulsing spray, the past weeks had been non stop and hectic, long meetings and even longer waiting games, coupled with quite a lot of traveling by both plane and boat.
It took a while for me and the few loyal members of my crew who I had brought with me, to track down the drug dealer after he had stolen my money and my client's product, both of those choices had proven to be bad for the small time thug. After years of providing shipping services to my clients, my reputation had preceded any thoughts of easy money for the new hot shot dealer and would prove entirely futile on his part.
After tracking him to a hotel on the south side of Nassau with the help of local street dealers looking for credit with me, he had been delivered to me in the middle of the night and in a run down, dark warehouse just near the port. There, I, with the help of one of my crew convinced him to give up my money and my client's product.
I expedited the shipment of cocaine that was now weeks behind schedule and got back most of my money and left the crooked dealers fate up to my client, as a good will gesture between long time partners.
Once things were well wrapped up, I didn't wait around to see that justice would be delved out appropriately, of that I had no doubt and I was on the next plane back to Miami and then home to savannah.
Slowly all of it that darkness of the past weeks had began to fade away and I could feel myself begin to relax as I slowly soaped my body washing away the violent images of the past weeks that were lingering there.
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My thoughts drifted to Rachael Harris, the engaged gorgeous banker who laundered money for me, and the torrid affair we had been having.
I hadn't intended to run into her when I planned to meet Caroline Carson at my brother's restaurant earlier in the evening, to handle one last bit of business before I could finally go home.
I had walked out of my brother's office after giving Caroline her money for the diamonds I had moved for her and Caroline in all her scandalous glory had quipped as we walked out together.
"As usual Jordan, you know exactly what I like." She had then kissed me softly on the lips, smiling at me deviously before turning around and bumping into Rachael.
The anger that flashed across the beautiful brunettes face was obvious, her glare directed solely on me.
I had been avoiding her in the last few weeks, not intentionally it was just how things had played out.
"Go easy on her dear, she's a creature of habit." Caroline had offered as she stepped casually past the clearly angry woman.
Leaving the two of us alone in the narrow hallway and me not in any mood to deal with anything else tonight from anyone.
"The last time I saw or spoke to you Jordan, was three weeks ago!" she growled stepping closer to me and out of the way of the servers shuffling by.
I was exhausted and in no mood for any attitude from her, but I knew full well she would be angry with me and that I probably deserved her wrath.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that I needed to check in." I said sarcastically.
My comment only seemed to piss her off more, the look in her eyes dangerous as she glared at me.
The tension growing between the two of us in the narrow corridor was suffocating to me, and I moved to step past her only to be stopped by her hand on my hip.
"We need to talk." she said her voice a whisper so none of the patrons or servers heard her.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have time for a quickie in a storage closet, I'm exhausted and I want to go home." I snapped rudely as I stepped past her.
Rachael's look said she was clearly taken aback at my attitude, and stood quietly fuming as I left her standing there, still very angry with me.
My cell began to ring the moment I stepped outside the restaurant, ignoring it I had climbed into my Porsche and headed home.
As I stepped out of the shower and toweled off, I knew that I had handled the situation with her wrong, that I had let what tiredness I felt overtake my rationality and that I was being selfish with my time.
It would take me a while to decompress from the things I had done over the past weeks and a few days of Rachael being angry with me wouldn't hurt anything and I would call her in a few days a smooth things over.
I finished drying off, slipped on a pair of black boyshorts and brushed my teeth before turning off the light and walking casually out of the bathroom, singing along with Pink as I strolled casually into my dimly lit bedroom only to stop mid stride.
The fact that Rachael was standing in my bedroom waiting for me after my shower made me furious at being caught off guard, and the fact that I was only wearing a pair of tiny shorts and the various tattoos that covered my nearly naked body made me feel vulnerable.
Rachael had changed clothes since our encounter at the restaurant earlier, into faded Levis, sandals and an old worn Aerosmith concert tee.
God she was stunning, either dressed for banking or just casual like tonight she could take my breath away.
The way she was hungrily staring at me, taking in my exposed body with those intense green eyes only added to my anger at her intrusion.
I made no effort to cover myself there was no need for modesty, as I stood there defiantly staring at her in disbelief.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I snapped harshly at her.
Rachael advanced on me slowly, not put off by my obvious displeasure at her invasion of my privacy.
"You gave me the alarm code weeks ago remember, you said use it whenever I wanted." she said, her tone flippant.
She was standing just in front of me now within arms length, her gaze wandering lazily over my breasts, as a devious smile grew at the corner of her luscious lips.
"Is there something you want?" I asked her again, trying to keep my temper in check.
