A test of Love - Navaura Campbell (best management books of all time .txt) 📗

that you are mine."
Jordan inhaled and exhaled, his voice becoming ragged. The passion in her eyes and her voice had him at a stand still he couldn't really think straight at the moment. His eyes went to her mouth and then as if following behind, his head leaned down to have their lips meet.
Neema smiled at them and then glanced down at her watch. There was an hour till they were scheduled to leave. Grabbing her bag, she walked to the front door and exited it, making her way toward the dorm kitchen. They still had an hour.
When Jordan's mouth touched hers, Denise reached up and gently stroked the side of his face. Every emotion that flowed through her was like a tidal wave, causing her knees to weaken and an increased heart rate, causing her breathing to pick up. His hands ran over her body, stopping at her backside. Pulling her into him, he said, "It's about Got damn time."
Denise laughed, "Yeah, it is, huh."
On the drive out toward the freeway, Denise had her hand wrapped in Jordan's. He grasped it tight while the other hand was on the wheel. Neema had stretched out on the back seat and gone to sleep, while they were both thinking. Denise felt so good it was unbelievable. Her body and her heart and her mind were all at peace. She for once was calm and settled. Her body was shimmering from their time together. This time when they'd made love, they'd been very quiet, very focused. Her mind had went on a trip of it's own during this time. She'd been so wrapped up in the feeling that she was shocked when her body yeilded to his over and over again. She'd had to bite down hard to keep the scream she was sure wanted to come out from coming out. When they finished her body was left trembling and satisfied at the same time. Sighing contently, she was glad that the day had turned out the way it did.
Chapter Thirty Two

CHAPTER 31


Denise, Jordan and Neema all grabbed their luggage from the trunk to the front porch where his grandmother waited for their entrance. Grabbing a hold of Denise first, she gave her a big hug. "Hey honey, how's it going?"
Denise grinned wide and said, "Good, how are you?"
"I'm good. It's nice to see you darling."
Denise was genuinely happy to see the woman. "You too ma'am."
The woman waved her hand at her, "You may as well call me na-na like Jordan since apparently you two are getting married now." Denise furrowed her brows questioning.
"The ring dear."
Denise laughed and looked down at the band on her hand. Looking back up at Mrs. Williams she said, "Yeah, I didn't think you'd notice that soon."
"Well, I did and congratulations. When is the wedding?"
"We haven't decided that yet."
"When you guys do, let me be the first to know, ok?"
"Yes ma'am." Denise replied.
Mrs. Williams allowed her to go into the house. Furrowing her brows, she said to Neema. "Who are you deary?"
"Neema Elizabeth, ma'am, I'm a friend of Denise's. Jordan invited me to be here with you all this christmas."
Immediately Mrs. Williams wrapped her in a hug, "Hey honey, just go in and get settled."
Neema inhaled sharply and walked around the woman with her luggage. Finally it was Jordan's turn to hug and kiss his grandma. In an affectionate welcome, he opened his arms to her and wrapped her in a hug, "Hey nana."
"Hey grandson, I see that you proposed." Jordan released her as she said this. Glancing down at her, he smiled and said, "Yes, I did."
"She's not pregnant is she?" His grandmother inquired.
Jordan laughed, "No, grandma, she's not pregnant."
"So, you're marrying her because you want too?"
"Yes, I'm marrying her because I don't want to be without her. I am seriously one hundred percent in love." He smiled.
"She seems like she feels the same way."
"She does."
Mrs. Williams smiled at her son, "That's good." Jordan picked up his bags as his grandmother walked into the house. He followed behind her, greeting everyone as he did.
Neema struggled to get her suitcases up to the top floor to the room she and Denise would be sharing. Taking a deep breath, she loosened her grip and allowed them to rest in the middle of the stair case as she did so.
Elliot smashed the bud out and was about to throw it onto the grass when he heard a voice say, "Ey Elliot, you better throw that in the trash can or I'm coming out there to whip your butt."
Elliot laughed and said, "Ok, Uncle Dez, I'm doing that, see." He walked over to the trash can and took the lid off and threw the bud inside. When he got into the house, his uncle nodded at him. "Good." Now go upstairs and help one of those young women out with their luggage. "
Elliot sighed and shrugged, "Alright uncle."
"And straighten up your walk too."
Elliot didn't think he need to straighten up his walk. It was just fine to him. Clearing his throat, he continued on toward the stair case. Just as he got to the foot of them he heard a loud bang as something hit the stairs and continue toward him. "Hey, watch out!" A voice shouted. He grabbed a hold of the suit case and glanced up. Standing in the middle of the staircase was a girl who looked to be no more than nineteen years old. His gaze went back down to the suitcases and he caught them as they tumbled down to him. Grasping both handles he picked them up and carried them to their destination. Once he set them on a bed, he noticed that the other bed had all sorts of items sprawled out on top one of the covers. "Thank you for the help, umm..." He turned toward the voice held out his hand and glanced up into one of the prettiest faces he'd ever seen. "Elliot." He stated. The girl smiled, "Elliot." She shook his hand. Neema tried to not get lost in those beautiful gray eyes. "Nice to meet you. I'm Neema." Elliot smiled, "How old are you, like nineteen or something?"
Neema giggled and brushed her hair behind her ear, "I'm twenty three."
Elliot stood back. "Twenty three huh?"
"Yeah. How old are you?"
"The weasel is fifteen years old." Jordan brought in. Elliot felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in irritation. He couldn't stand him.
"Jordan that's not nice, he doesn't seem like a weasel." Neema stated.
"Don't let that fool you, he's not as nice as he seems."
Elliot glanced up at Jordan with cold gray eyes, "You don't know me so don't go acting like you do."
"I know you're a brat who likes to get his way."
Elliot glanced at Neema. "You are welcome. I will see you later Neema."
Neema smiled at him. "Ok, thanks again Elliot."
With that, Elliot walked out of the room. Neema turned to Jordan as he was exiting to. "What's your problem Jordan, he's just a kid." Jordan shook his head, "That boy is a grown man trapped in a kid's body. He's not your average fifteen year old."
"He looks older. I thought he was at least nineteen."
Jordan sighed, "No, he's not. You have to watch out for him."
"Why's that?"
"He's charismatic." He stated.
"How's that?"
Just then they heard Denise say, "Aww, Elliot, you're a sweet heart."
Jordan felt his nerves on edge.
Neema laughed, "Jordan's jealous of a fifteen year old. Ha, ha."
Jordan shook his head and walked out of the room.
Elliot walked out onto the front porch the following night, thinking of the girl Neema he believed was her name. She was so cute and had a beautiful laugh. Her long dark hair was always down and flowing over her shoulders. He thought about the nice bronze skin tone she had. She looked exotic. Like a person who wasn't from here. He'd found out through conversation at the dinner table that she wasn't from here. Her family was from Florida somewhere. Sighing, he glanced up at the stars and tried to put her out of his mind. He was fifteen too young for her. What could he possibly have to offer her. His mind went to Denise and Jordan the way they interacted with one another had become annoying to him. If that was what it was like to fall in love, he wanted to stay as far away from it as possible. Jordan was like puddy in her hands and he couldn't stand any of it.
"It's beautiful out here tonight, isn't it?" He stiffened, his heart beat accelerating. He willed it to stop. He'd never had that happen and he didn't want to start it now. "It's ok." They both stood out there in the awkward silence, each staring up at the moon. "I'm sorry about what Jordan said to you earlier." Neema stated. Elliot glanced over at her, "It's cool, I'm used to it."
"Just between you and me, I think he's jealous."
"Of what?"
"You are very charismatic and are able to charm women. I don't think it was that easy for her to let her guard down as she did with you. He had to work twice as hard just to get her to feel at ease with him."
Elliot rolled his eyes, "It's a wonder they didn't suffocate each other."
Neema laughed, "I know right, if that was me, I couldn't do it. Too much contact can't be good for a relationship. You need your breathing room."
"Tell me about it." Elliot inhaled and then exhaled.
"So, what kind of stuff do you like Elliot?" Neema inquired.
Elliot raised a brow, looking at her. "You do know that I'm fifteen right."
Neema shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not trying to hook up with you."
Elliot cleared his throat, "So then why do you need to know all that?"
Neema looked at him, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Curiosity. I thought you were a nice guy, but I guess I was wrong." Elliot listened as her footsteps left the porch and then the doors opened and shut. Closing his eyes, he inhaled sharply and then exhaled. She couldn't offer him anything he couldn't get from home.
Denise wrote down the name of Jennifer Chen. A name that Jordan had given her before they'd left Virginia a few days ago. It was a couple of days after Christmas and she was in the library jotting down information on Carrine Brachman. She checked the yellow pages online for a Carrine Brachman. She found an address listed in Washington Heights, a mostly residential area native to the dutch. There was a Jennifer A. Chen was listed in Albany Park. Making sure that she had all her information, Denise threw her purse over her shoulder, exited her page and then left the library. When she got back to the car, Uncle Arlyn was waiting for her instead of Jordan. She stopped. "Where's Jordan?"
"He went into the bank lass, he'll be out in a little while."
"Oh, ok." She opened the door leading to the back seat. He said, "Why don't you sit up here, lass. I won't bite."
Denise closed the door, hesitated for a minute and then got into the front seat. While they were waiting on Jordan, Uncle Arlyn said, " Jordan says you like History." Denise