A few days later, Jordan wakes up after a long shift and is shocked at a text message from Brittney. He's delighted to read it as his eyes focus on the fact that she enjoyed their date and can't wait to see him again. Add in a bonus at the end of the message that states she misses him.

"Damn, that girl is something else!" Jordan reminds himself after he sets his phone down and stretches.

Once he's up, showered, and dressed for work, he begins to think about how to impress Brittney more with a day in Atlanta. He focuses on it so much that he nearly makes mistakes at work when going through inventory for the supervisor.

"Jordan! Hey, Earth to Jordan Mitchell! Have you managed to check pressure gauze and double-checked your pain-killing meds?" His supervisor begins seeing the lack of effort in his best paramedic.

"Not yet, Clyde; I've gotten syringes and a couple of other things done. Sorry, I'm a bit, exhausted boss."

"Just get it done; oh, we're going to have to find you a new partner too. Guy transferred today at the request of Station thirty-six over near Midtown. He takes his test, and they're confident he'll pass. So, yeah, you're on your own for a bit which means you only go out if there's not much choice." Clyde explains, seeing the disappointment in Jordan's eyes.

"Yes, sir..."

Not long after his supervisor walks away, Jordan takes his phone out to text Brad.

Yo, we need a guy's night and soon!

Jordan locks his phone waiting for a response.

Damn right! Time to hit up a couple of strip clubs and see some titties! LOL, Brad replies as Jordan does his best not to crack up.

It feels like a week has gone by when Jordan finishes up inventory and does some routine maintenance to his rig. Once Jordan clocks out, he struggles in traffic, nearly losing patience as it takes him almost an hour and a half to get home.

Jordan's able to finally relax at home alone since Brad is spending time with his fiancé. Jordan takes a relaxing shower and becomes a vegetable in front of the TV. He finds it a little odd he hasn't heard from Brittney. He goes to check his phone to see a message pop up.

Don't be mad, but I asked your mom for your address and used GPS. I'm at your front door; let me in, sweetie.

Rushed from the chair, Jordan shuffles to his feet to see Brittney standing there with dinner in her hands.

"Uno Latino Casa! I love that place!" Jordan says when he sees the bag lifted in the air.

"Yeah, I gotta be honest, I kinda Facebook stalked you and seen this place come up a few times." She admits, slightly dipping her head a bit embarrassed.

Moving to allow her to come inside, Jordan doesn't hesitate to get plates and a couple of drinks once the door shuts. Jordan's overjoyed for not only dinner but a chance to bond more with the woman who can't stop thinking about all day.

All Brittney wants, though, is a chance to release her body's pent-up sexual aggression. She still waits to see the playboy she's heard people discuss. She's a bit annoyed at his slow advance.

"This is delicious, thank you!" Jordan says after he finishes up the last couple of bites.

"Yeah, my roommate said she was bringing the guy she kicked out over to attempt to make up with him. So, yeah, I didn't wanna be there to listen to that."

Jordan laughs and cleans up the kitchen as Brittney readies herself to jump in his arms.

"Is there anything..." Jordan begins when he's suddenly twisted around and gets met with Brittney's lips.

Unwilling to release in hopes to jumpstart the urge, Brittney can feel her desire grow more when she feels something begin to pulse against her.

"There it is; let's take this to your room." She whispers seductively in Jordan's ear.

He says nothing and struggles not to cave to his desire. Brittney takes him by the hand, nearly dragging him to the bedroom, where she slams him onto the bed. She crawls over his body, tugging his shirt up, exposing his built body.

"Hot damn!" That's all that Brittney mentions as she stares at Jordan's physique.

As she runs her hands over his muscles, she also lowers herself to begin another kiss. All her efforts go into breaking what resistance Jordan may have in reserve as she feels his manhood stiffening more.

Jordan is beginning to feel the fight to suppress his sexual attraction slip, but when something within him snaps back to reality, he's able to get away from Brittney's kiss.

"God, I much as I may resent this, we can't yet. I'm into you, Britt, and I don't wanna ruin this by having sex so soon." He admits with a painful look.

"Who cares? I want you, and I need you, Jordan. Please, please don't holdout on me; give in! Cut loose! Have your way with me! Do anything you damn well please with me!" She implores, grinding her body against his to regain control.

The look on his face says it all as Jordan relaxes his head. He wants to give in as it would be so natural, but at the same time, he doesn't want to be that man any longer.

"This ain't the right time yet, Britt, but just trust me, it'll come. You're too sweet of a woman just to spoil what we have blossoming between you and me."

Out of frustration, she sits up and halts from the urge to slap Jordan. Brittney hates rejection, and this is one time she doesn't lose her cool.

"Fine then, I guess we'll wait, but you owe me! Where's the playboy I've heard people discuss? I want that guy to ravage my body and do it over and over again! You sure you won't reconsider?"

With an uneasy response, Jordan doesn't waste time to shut down Brittney's request.

"As much as I'd love to, we can't, and who told you I am this quote, unquote, 'playboy' type?"

"Doesn't matter, but Jordan, we need to get something clear. I got out of a very long relationship that was an engagement. You know that, and so right now, I want to have fun and just fun. Come on, let me use you for that!" Brittney makes her plea to encourage Jordan to change his mind.

Out of nowhere, Jordan pulls Brittney back onto his hard body. He kisses her then begins to work his magic over her neck and ears with light nibbles hoping that she will settle for something a little less physical.

"How about rather than fucking your brains out, we have a second-place race instead? I have other skills that don't require straight-up sex," Jordan whispers as his request is about to get fulfilled as chills run and down Brittney's spine.

"Do it..." she replies, closing her eyes as Jordan begins to kiss her body as he gently removes her clothes and his.

In hopes that he'll give in to his sexual needs, Brittney lays there feeling her body tense more as Jordan massages her breasts with his tongue with an occasional supple on a nipple.

"Dear God, Jordan, yes..." she moans as hormones soar to new heights.

Jordan's skills are put to good use; Jordan realizes that he may not get the favor returned. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, he contemplates trying to prepare himself for no gratification.

"Jordan, oh my God, don't stop! I want more; give me more!" She calls out with her hands gripping his hair as her body prepares to release in pure pleasure.

Unable to control himself anymore, Jordan slides up and inserts himself into Brittney. He doesn't waste time working his pace as his body gives in at last. He works his quick pace in and out as Brittney begins to scream his name.

The moment doesn't last long as Jordan feels his loins are about to erupt. He suddenly pulls out mere seconds before his seed would enter Brittney's body. She's glad he does as she feels him explode at the top of her vagina.

"My God, that was incredible! See, it wasn't that bad to give in, now was it?" Brittney begins when Jordan lies beside her.

"I didn't wanna do that just yet, but hey, it was fantastic." He admits, then kisses her on the cheek.

They lie there for a while discussing the topic, but then Jordan confesses something he never thought he would in his life.

"You know, every morning I get up, I check my phone, and you're the first thing on my mind. I've never experienced anything like this before. I think about you when I have a moment at work. I'm really into you, Britt. I know you said nothing close to semi-serious, but there's something about you that makes me tingle inside."

"Oh, so now I'm a 'thing' that you think about? Gee, thanks, Jordy," Brittney teases at first when she playfully smacks him on the chest, "Yeah, I think about you too, but I mean, I'm serious about not being completely exclusive. You're sweet and so polite, but you're not take-home material."

Her words slightly wreck Jordan's pride, but he doesn't do anything to spoil the moment. In the back of his mind, he will change her attitude in time. All he needs to do is become even sweeter, more polite and show Brittney that he is indeed the man of her dreams.

"Yeah, well, you know, I tried to be that guy, you know the rebound, easy to score, or get revenge sex with, you know. I do have a track record of not being reliable, but I'll be whatever you need or want sweet cakes. A piece of action, a cuddle buddy, a boyfriend, a baby daddy if you want, you name it, and we'll discuss it," Jordan jokes as he wraps his arms around Brittney's shoulders.

"You jackass! A baby daddy, like seriously? Hell, I don't know if I want kids. They stink, and messy, and loud, and they require a lot of money to raise."

Jordan's shocked at her statement, but he does bring up a point.

"Hey, hold on, you do make damn good money. Why does that have to be a contributing factor to not wanting kids."

Brittney shuts her eyes and goes back to how she grew up.

"I don't come from money; I came up through the welfare system. I have sisters who already have like a dozen kids between them, and they rely on the system to make it. Neither are married, and they don't want to rely on a man because they're afraid to lose their food stamps. That's why I don't want kids, and for me to even consider changing my mind, it must be with someone beyond special. Like say with you, the playboy title doesn't help your case. Which, that's not a clue to say I want kids yet, or ever. I mean, you know, I want someone who has a successful record and a career. I mean, you still have a job, and it doesn't make a whole of money, but I mean, c'mon, could you really give me the life I deserve with what you call a salary?" Brittney explains and sends a dagger to Jordan's heart.

"Yeah, but I mean money ain't everything in life. There's the chemistry factor, and how about communication between any couple. You don't talk; you lose yourselves."

All Brittney does is give him a sarcastic glare. For her, all of Jordan's words don't even land in her ears. Moments from her past keep appearing in her mind, and she never did much of the things she wanted.

"This coming from a guy whose mom has a leadership role and gets paid pretty damn well. Not to mention your dad is city manager, and that's easily a low six-figure income alone. Now just look at what you do. You make what may be thirty-eight grand a year at a conservative guess with overtime. I'm still at the beginning of my career and make nearly sixty thousand alone."

"If you make that much, then why should my career choice matter? Besides, I won't be just a paramedic forever. I am in the running for senior paramedic or even station supervisor, or even end up at City Hall as whatever I can land there."

With a roll of her eyes, Brittney brings down her level of annoyance. Without saying anything, she can see that Jordan does have some aspirations to further his career. In the back of her mind, if she was to give him a fair shot at something serious, someday, she might be able to push him to new heights to have the right to say she helped make his career.

"That's a plus, and it's good to have goals, and I apologize for dumping on your job. I didn't realize there was more to it than just being a lonely paramedic." She says, keeping a hint of disdain to her voice.

Frustrated with her attitude, Jordan gets to his feet and quickly gets dressed. Once he has his shirt on, Jordan tosses Brittney her clothes and tries to hide the aggravation.

"Here, unless you want to spend the night, you need to get moving so you don't get home too, too late," Jordan comments, keeping his eyes from meeting hers.

Brittney takes the hint and slips her clothes back on. She realizes she created tension between them, and if Brittney wants to keep her boy toy happy, she's going to have to make up for it.

"Guess I should be getting home then. I'll see you this weekend, and I'll have an overnight bag. Behave handsome, and I'll make up for this evening, I promise." She says, then gives him a peck on the cheek, then darts from the apartment.

Jordan goes out to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. He can't believe the evening was nearly perfect until Brittney had to almost ruin it by showing her uppity side. To Jordan, it's not just about impressing her how he has other women in the past. It's now a task to push himself further to prove to Brittney that he is worth her time for the long haul.

How Jordan will prove to her that money doesn't matter is a problem he keeps to himself. He doesn't want anyone he knows to say it's not worth the effort, as Jordan has always excelled at defying the odds.