A Bad Rep teaser, just for you...

We are slowly getting closer to the release of Bad Rep...so here's a little teaser to help you get to know the very awesome Maysie and the hot as sin Jordan...enjoy!
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“I didn't know you played the guitar.” I said, tentatively pulling up his desk chair and having a seat. He looked up at me and gave me a halfhearted smile...

And right then, I forgot about everything but being here with him...right now. So I nodded. Jordan dropped his hand and sat back down on his bed. “You ever thought about learning to play?” he asked me as he continued to strum a tune.

I put a hand to my chest in mock horror. “Dear god, no! I'm musically challenged in the worst way. Tone deaf doesn't even start to cover how bad I am when it comes to anything instrument related.” I explained adamantly.

Jordan waved his hand, gesturing for me to come over to him. When I didn't move he smirked. “I'm not going to bite,” he taunted, though his words seemed to hold the hint of a promise. So against my better judgment, I stood up and sat down beside him on the bed.

Jordan lifted the guitar over his head and slid the strap around my neck and under my arm. “I know you're a righty, so hold it like this.” How in the world did he know I was right handed? Jordan couldn't miss the silent question. “When you write down orders, it's always with your right hand,” he explained, looking a little shy by the admission.

I knew he watched me sometimes, but knowing he paid that close of attention was more than a little flattering. He leaned behind me and propped his chin on my shoulder. His arms came around me and he took my right hand and placed it over the strings. Then he wrapped his hand around my smaller left one as we gripped the fret board together.

“You have to loosen up. The first thing about music is you can't think too much about it. You kind of have to feel it. Does that make sense?” His breath tickled my ear as he spoke. I had to force my body not to shiver as I became entirely too focused on the feel of his chest pressed against my back. I could smell the grease from his shift at Barton's mixed with a scent that was undeniably Jordan.

I swallowed thickly and nodded my head. Jordan lifted my forefinger and held it down over one of the strings. Then he took my middle finger and placed it one string down. Followed by my ring finger that he positioned below that one. He pressed my hand lightly into the biting metal. He lifted my right hand in his and took my fingers, running them along the length of the guitar, top to bottom. The sound it emitted was pretty.

I turned my head a bit to look at him and grinned. “That was cool!” I enthused.

Jordan smiled back. “That was an A chord,” he said, obviously enjoying my excitement. His smile slowly faded and I became very aware of how close our faces were. Our lips were almost touching and all I could do was stare into his beautiful blue eyes.

If I moved forward just a fraction of an inch I could kiss him. God I wanted to kiss him. No, I needed to kiss him. Needed it like I needed the air that I breathed. How had I never noticed how incredibly amazing Jordan's eyes were? They weren't just blue; they were this molted blend of light blue and darker cerulean. Someone could get lost looking in those eyes. And for a second I did.