# Chapter 5: A Little Black Dress, a Dangerous Resemblance, and a Kiss That Changes Everything
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 5 of "The girl of his dreams." Get comfortable, because this chapter is a slow-burn dinner date that suddenly catches fire. It is elegant, flirtatious, deeply revealing, and by the final page, Jordan is practically racing toward the elevators with Aubrey’s hand in his. So let’s step into the warm Maui night and follow these two as their first real date becomes something neither of them can easily walk away from.
The chapter opens with Jenna teasing Aubrey and Jordan outside the house. Jenna nudges Aubrey and tells Jordan to show their girl a good time, then adds with a wicked grin that Aubrey should order the white chocolate macadamia nut pancakes for breakfast if she decides to have a sleepover. Aubrey scowls at her not-so-subtle roommate, but Jordan only gives her a conspiratorial grin. He had been tempted to tell Aubrey to pack an overnight bag, but he did not want to scare her off or seem presumptuous.
What follows is a fascinating look inside Jordan’s mind. He is not automatically assuming Aubrey will spend the night in his bed, or even that they will have sex. And that surprises him. He wants her, desperately—he wants to lock her in his suite for seventy-two hours and make love to her in a dozen different ways. It has been almost all he can think about since meeting her earlier that day. But the fact that he thinks in terms of lovemaking instead of fucking tells him something important: Aubrey is in a league of her own. She is special. She deserves care, respect, and cherishing. She is not one of the ditzy bimbos or aggressive maneaters who usually share his bed. And it is not just her startling resemblance to Tessa that makes her different. Jordan feels a connection with her, something rare, and he senses that sex with Aubrey—making love with Aubrey—will blow his mind to smithereens.
At dinner, Jordan studies her across the table and marvels at how eerily she resembles Tessa. At the beach earlier, the resemblance had been less obvious. Aubrey’s hair had been wet and slicked back, its color impossible to read. She had worn a sexy green bikini, then a cotton T-shirt and shorts, no makeup, and oversized sunglasses. She had looked younger than her twenty-five years, which made Jordan a little uncomfortable. He remembers teasing Ian about robbing the cradle with Tessa, joking about their fifteen-year age difference. Now, with “merely” fourteen years between him and Aubrey, Jordan is shamefacedly aware that he is in danger of becoming a hypocrite.
Tonight, though, Aubrey is transformed. The fresh-faced surfer girl is gone, replaced by a sophisticated, elegant, womanly beauty. Jordan suspects Jenna had a hand in it, and he approves completely. Aubrey wears a little black dress made of soft jersey that clings lovingly to every lush curve of her tall figure. It does not look expensive, but it does not matter—Aubrey has the kind of body that would look sensational in anything. The fabric emphasizes the full curves of her breasts without being indecently tight or low-cut. At a classy restaurant like the Seven Palms, where jackets and ties are required for men and plunging necklines are frowned upon for women, she fits perfectly. Jordan had briefly worried she might show up in a sundress and sandals. He should not have worried. She wears black sling-back pumps with a modest heel, her tanned legs bare. Her hair, now dry, is a pure natural blonde somewhere between wheat and honey, falling in long, straight waves past her shoulders. Her makeup is neutral and natural, emphasizing her big blue eyes, sculpted cheekbones, and lush mouth. Pearl drop earrings and clear-glossed nails complete the image. She is class and sensuality combined, and Jordan can barely tear his eyes away.
He tries to ignore how much she looks like Tessa and pushes the thought deep down. Aubrey is also the most amusing, entertaining woman he has ever met, with a wicked sense of humor that matches his own. In that way, she is nothing like the shy, reserved Tessa, who used to blush when he flirted. Aubrey exudes confidence. She can hold her own anywhere. Jordan is curious to learn how she became so self-assured.
Over lunch earlier, he learned she was born and raised in San Diego and went to college there. She works at the Westin Hotel in Maui, helping guests book tours and excursions. Tonight, he is determined to learn more. He grins when she takes another slice of bread and spreads butter thickly before biting into it. The little “mmm” of pleasure she makes has an immediate and potent effect on him. When she licks a stray crumb from her lip, Jordan has to restrain himself from reaching across the table and kissing her.
He likes that Aubrey has a healthy appetite. Too many women he has dated order the smallest, lowest-calorie dish and then barely touch it. As a doctor, he has always told his patients—especially expectant mothers—to eat sensibly and get enough calories. He has never liked the ultra-thin look. He prefers real curves, and he is delighted that Aubrey is enjoying her meal.
When he trails his fingers slowly along her bare arm, she jumps slightly and asks what it is. Jordan apologizes for startling her, then tells her how beautiful she looks. He adds quickly that she looked gorgeous at the beach too—this is just different. Aubrey smirks knowingly and guesses he was worried about how she would dress. She teases that he probably expected booty shorts and flip-flops, or worse, a micro mini dress and stilettos. Jordan protests, though he admits he would not object to seeing her in either outfit—just not in a place like this. Aubrey laughs and says the only item she actually owns from that list is the flip-flops, and according to Jenna, she owns far too many. Jordan teases her back, calling her a spoilsport, then grows serious and tells her she is stunning, the most beautiful woman in the place.
Aubrey beams. She says Jenna claimed she cleans up nicely when she tries. In the islands, there is not much need to dress up. Jenna had dragged the dress from the depths of her closet, and Aubrey had forgotten she even owned it. Jordan assures her it is perfect. “You’re perfect, Aubrey,” he says. “So perfect that I haven’t been able to keep from staring at you all evening.” Her blue eyes darken at his words. She tells him he cleans up nicely too, indicating his dark gray suit, crisp white shirt, and burgundy tie. She guesses he is used to dressing up more than she is. He shrugs and says he wears suits for patients and morning rounds, but he actually prefers scrubs—much more comfortable.
Aubrey leans in and guesses all his patients and the nurses have huge crushes on him. She jokes that he must be the most popular OB/GYN in San Francisco. Jordan shakes his head and takes her hand. He explains that he has a strict hands-off policy with patients and co-workers. He has never dated a patient or anyone at the hospital or his office. It is too complicated and risky, especially nowadays. But he adds with a grin that the nurses still think he is cute. Years ago, they nicknamed him Doctor Dreamboat. Aubrey bursts out laughing and rolls her eyes, calling it corny but appropriate. She jokes that if she ever moved to San Francisco and needed an OB/GYN, he would have to refer her to someone else. Jordan confirms absolutely—a female doctor at that—because the only man he would ever want giving her a pelvic exam would be himself. Aubrey takes a sip of wine and says the chances of her moving to San Francisco are slim to none, so she doubts she will need that referral.
After that, she returns to her meal, and Jordan smiles as he notices how she mixes her food together, combining fish, rice, and vegetables before forking it all up at once. She fascinates him, and not just because she is drop-dead gorgeous and sexy as hell. What really captivates him is her charm, wit, easygoing attitude, and the way she takes pleasure in something as simple as a slice of bread. She is neither a silly airhead nor a pretentious snob. She is simply Aubrey, and he cannot remember enjoying himself more in recent years.
When the waiter brings dessert menus, Aubrey agrees easily and asks for tea instead of coffee. She twirls a lock of long blonde hair around her finger as she studies the menu—a harmless movement that makes Jordan frown slightly. He has seen Tessa Gregson do the exact same thing more than once. He had managed not to think of Tessa for most of the evening, even though the resemblance is stronger tonight than it was at the beach. Aubrey’s personality is so different from Tessa’s that Jordan had nearly convinced himself there could be no connection between them. But now, seeing Aubrey wrap a strand of hair around her fingers in concentration, he wonders again if the two women could somehow be related.
Aubrey declares that the Nutella cheesecake sounds like the most decadent dessert she could ever imagine. Jordan thinks, “You, I hope,” but aloud he orders banana cream pie. He places their orders, then takes her hand as if it is the most natural thing in the world. He asks how a California girl wound up living in Hawaii. Aubrey says she never intended to live in Hawaii, Alaska, or Mexico, yet since college she has lived in all three places, working for the same tour operator. Her business administration degree was not really required for those jobs. In college, she had no idea what she wanted to do. She changed majors three times and finally settled on business because it seemed safe and sensible. But the thought of working in a stuffy office, sitting behind a desk for nine or ten hours a day, dressing in suits and heels, made her feel claustrophobic and trapped. She knew that life was not for her.
She got started in the business during her junior year, working part-time at a big resort hotel in San Diego in guest services. She liked interacting with guests, recommending places to visit and restaurants. She also wanted to travel, so signing with the tour operator let her do both. Her contracts vary in length. In Alaska, the tourist season is only four months, May to September. In Maui, she signed an eighteen-month contract, and it is up in about six weeks. Jordan asks where she goes next. Aubrey shrugs and admits she is not sure. If she stays in Hawaii, it would have to be for another eighteen months, the shortest contract there. She will most likely go back to stay with her parents for a month or so before deciding. Unless she finally decides to grow up and get a real job.
Jordan gently asks what makes her think her job is not real. Aubrey looks down at her teacup, clearly uncomfortable. She says it is not especially challenging or difficult, the pay sucks, especially in Hawaii, and the schedule is awful. She always works weekends. She enjoys working with people, but some guests are hard to please. Jordan senses she wants to change the subject, so he asks about her family. Will her parents be happy to have her home? Aubrey smiles, her blue eyes twinkling. They will be over the moon, especially her mom. Neither parent will admit it because they raised her to be independent, but she knows they worry when she lives far away. She misses them fiercely. She has not seen them since last summer. She cannot get time off at the holidays, and it is difficult for them to take vacation during the school year.
Jordan asks if they are teachers. Aubrey corrects him—professors. Her father is Dean of the Music Department at San Diego State, and her mother heads the Latin American Studies Department at the University of San Diego. College was never optional in her house. It was always understood that she and her brothers would attend. Jordan asks how many brothers she has. She has two. Josiah is thirty and works as an immigration rights attorney in San Diego. Mateo is twenty-eight and finishing his residency at Cedars Sinai in Los Angeles. He plans to volunteer for Doctors Without Borders for about a year before getting a permanent position at an inner-city clinic. Aubrey jokes that her parents have a lawyer, a doctor, and a tour guide in the family. But Jordan can tell those circumstances bother her more than she admits.
Tactfully, he does not comment on her career. Instead, he muses on their names—Josiah, Mateo, and Aubrey—and says he cannot find a pattern. Aubrey smiles and says he would not be the first to wonder. If he saw the three of them together, it would be obvious. They are all adopted. Josiah is originally from Somalia, and Mateo from El Salvador. Her parents could not have children of their own, but they have been the best mother and father any child could dream of. Aubrey has never had the slightest desire to find her birth parents, even though her mom and dad have encouraged her to do so if she ever changes her mind.
“Adopted.” Jordan whispers the word, and an odd sensation of unease makes him shiver. But he tells himself firmly that he will not start pondering whether that explains Aubrey’s resemblance to Tessa Gregson. He could let his imagination run wild, but he puts a firm halt to those thoughts. The arrival of dessert provides a welcome distraction.
Aubrey takes her first bite of Nutella cheesecake, and she literally moans in pleasure. She declares it the most delicious, decadent thing she has ever tasted and jokes that she might be having an orgasm. Jordan’s fork clatters onto his plate. He stares at her, mesmerized, as she closes her eyes and runs her tongue over her lips. All he can think about is her mouth on him. He murmurs huskily that if a bite of cheesecake makes her feel like that, he cannot wait to see her reaction to the real thing. He brushes a stray morsel from her mouth and tells her that anytime she says the word, he can guarantee the orgasm he gives her tonight—correction, ones—will bring far more pleasure than cream cheese and Nutella.
She gasps, and he runs a finger over her lips, coaxing them to part. Then she unexpectedly sucks his finger into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue swirling around it. Jordan practically jerks his hand away, so turned on that he fears embarrassing himself in the restaurant. He warns her that if she wants to finish her cheesecake, she had better do it fast. Otherwise, he will kiss her in front of the entire restaurant, and they will probably be asked to leave. Aubrey nods, cheeks flushed, and quickly shovels the rest of her dessert into her mouth. Jordan toys with his own dessert, his appetite for food overtaken by his hunger for her. He takes deep breaths, reaches for water instead of coffee, and wishes for whisky. Aubrey seems on edge too; her teacup rattles in its saucer.
Jordan soothes her, placing a hand over hers. He says he did not mean to intimidate or pressure her. He admits he likes to flirt and sometimes comes on strong. They have not talked about how the date might end, but he would never coerce her into sex. If she is not comfortable with the idea—or with him—all she has to do is say no, and he will respect her decision. Aubrey whispers okay. She says she does not know what she wants, if she is honest. She likes him. She likes him a lot. But this is happening faster than she is used to. She is not a virgin or inexperienced, but she is not someone who does one-night stands either.
Jordan tells her he figured that out quickly. He has hung out in enough singles bars, clubs, and parties to recognize women who are easy pickups. Aubrey is nothing like them. She does not give off virginal vibes, but she does not seem like an experienced woman of the world either. Aubrey admits, more or less. The few guys she has been with were longer-term things, except the last one she dated for a month. This—him—is a completely new experience, and she is not sure it is the right thing to do. Jordan says he does not blame her for being cautious. She is a very special woman who deserves more than a quick fuck and breakfast the next morning. But he tells her that he has not even kissed her yet, and he already knows he wants more than a single night. He asks if she is free for the next two weeks, because he wants to see her as much as possible during his stay.
Her response catches him completely off guard. Aubrey gives him a deliberate, seductive smile, cups his cheek, and leans in to place a quick kiss on his lips. She says now they have officially had their first kiss, and she is happy to confirm she is free every night for the next two weeks. Then she asks, “So what comes next?”
What comes next, apparently, is Jordan practically jogging through the hotel grounds toward the elevators. He forces himself to slow to a reasonable stroll. He keeps Aubrey’s hand firmly in his, not daring to slide his arm around her waist or touch any other part of her body. He is far too aroused. Anything more intimate than holding hands might make him lose complete control, and he would not care who witnessed it. After her shocking little kiss and provocative question, he clumsily jumped into action. He beckoned the waiter, signed the check without looking at the total, surged to his feet, banged his knee against the table, and did not even wince. He pulled out Aubrey’s chair, helped her up, and hustled her out of the restaurant. He silently thanked the heavens she was not wearing stilettos, so she could keep up with him.
Aubrey teases him, asking if this is a race. If she had known they were going to run off their dinner, she would have worn her Adidas—though Jenna would never have let her leave the house in them. Jordan apologizes sheepishly and tucks her hand into the crook of his elbow. He admits he is usually not this impatient. Then he gives in to temptation, slips an arm around her narrow waist, pulls her close, and murmurs in her ear that having her in his bed tonight is pretty much all he has been able to think about since he saw her emerging from the water. He apologizes in advance for his lack of finesse.
And with that, the chapter leaves us at the edge of something inevitable, intimate, and maybe far more complicated than either of them realizes.
**Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating**
This chapter is a delicious slow burn with a very sharp turn into pure heat. I loved how much time we spent inside Jordan’s head, because it revealed that Aubrey is not just another conquest to him. He is genuinely captivated by her personality, her appetite, her humor, and her confidence. The little black dress moment was gorgeous, and the contrast between beach Aubrey and dinner Aubrey made the transformation feel earned. The adoption revelation is a brilliant seed of tension. Jordan’s reaction to the word “adopted” is subtle but ominous, and the Tessa resemblance is now more than a passing detail. The dessert scene was funny, sensual, and just the right amount of outrageous. My only small complaint is that I wanted even more of their conversation before the kiss, but the pacing still felt purposeful and romantic.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction**
Next, Jordan and Aubrey will almost certainly reach his suite, where the tension that has been building all evening will finally explode. But I do not think it will be simple. Aubrey has already admitted that this is moving faster than she is used to, so there may be a moment of hesitation, vulnerability, or a boundary that Jordan has to respect. I also predict that the Tessa mystery will deepen. Perhaps Jordan notices another similarity, or Aubrey says something about her adoption that makes him wonder if she could be related to Tessa. The “white chocolate macadamia nut pancakes” joke from Jenna might even come true in the morning. Either way, this first night together is going to change everything—and Jordan’s careful control is about to be tested in more ways than one.
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