Page 48 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
“Now you even get to choose the team you want working with you,” he reveals.
“Oh, my God!” I laugh giddily. “But was there some sort of review or interview I wasn’t aware of?”
“It was more of a nomination by the executives. The decision was unanimous. You’ve proven yourself beyond every doubt Bonnie. Now, Ethan was—" Jordan hesitates.
“He was what?” I resent the way my heart beats faster, and Jordan catches the excitement in my voice. His gaze narrows.
Idiot, why don’t you use a megaphone to let everyone know you’re crushing on Ethan?
“…quite spirited,” Jordan says at last, after moments when it seemed like he was carefully choosing his words.
“In recommending me?” I clarify.
“I guess you could put it like that.”
“Oh, I see.” I didn’t think Ethan cared that much, but it seems he’s been fighting my corner. He does care.
Maybe he’s just awkward with dealing with people in person.
Jordan looks like he wants to say more, but he remains quiet, studying my expression.
Maybe there’s no need to hide in front of Jordan; He’s such a great guy and he literally wrangled me into this job. I don't see him getting annoyed at me for asking personal questions about Ethan. And the fact that he's Ethan's friend means he must know something.
“Jordan?” My voice shakes with my nerves in case I’m making the wrong decision.
“Yes?”
“Is Ethan…on the spectrum?”
“What?” Surprise is written all over Jordan’s face, but I can’t tell if it’s because he didn’t expect my question or if it’s because I’m right.
“You know, autistic. High functioning. Maybe like Aspergers or something.”
His lips twitch, suppressing a smile. “What have you seen?”
“He can go from scorching hot to icy in two seconds flat. The other day, he was sitting in a dark office, and he got mad because I left fingerprints on his desk and something in his trash.”
“You left something in his trash?” He sits up straighter and inclines his head in wonder. “How did that even happen?”
“The system updates.” I feel sheepish for having to retell it. “It was a lunchtime appointment, and he asked me to do it while he was out. I sort of took my lunch there.”
Jordan is smiling in disbelieving amusement now. “Where was his assistant when you were doing all of that?” he asks.
“Will said he’d come in and sort things out once I finished. I guess he didn’t. Ethan kind of flew off the handle.”
“Of course he did.” Jordan looks serious, but his blue eyes are still twinkling.
“Well, what’s his problem?” I demand.
“First of all, bad move. Don’t ever mess up his workspace. But to answer your question, no. He’s not on any spectrum for autism. He just has certain quirks.”
“Really? Does he know how weird he comes across?”
“He might tell you why he is the way he is. If you ask nicely,” Jordan teases.
I laugh. “No thanks, I’m not about to get my head bitten off.” I remember asking him about his glasses back in Cancun and him calling me a liar with a horrible sense of style.
“Emphasis on nicely,” Jordan says knowingly.