Body Moves. Jodi Lynn Copeland

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СКАЧАТЬ online since last night’s brainstorming session had been a complete bomb, to the alarm clock. Ten o’clock. She wasn’t expecting anyone now, or for the rest of the day, for that matter. “Come in.”

      The door pushed in, and Lena filled the entryway, just as she had yesterday at this exact time of morning. A not-very-pleasant feeling of déjà vu settled over Danica.

      Lena glanced at the candy dish on her desk. “How’s the almond supply?”

      “The dish is half full.” She narrowed her eyes. “Or is it half empty? What’s going on? You look devious.”

      “Nothing’s going on. Just letting you know your ten o’clock is here.”

      “I don’t have a ten—”

      Lena disappeared before she could finish, and, like yesterday, Jordan took her place in the doorway. Unlike yesterday, he wasn’t wearing a power suit and Kenneth Coles. Today, he had on knee-length dark blue board shorts and a Hawaiian print shirt so loud Danica’s fingers tingled to tear it off and send it through her paper shredder.

      Her sex joined in on the tingling with the thought of him shirtless. She hadn’t seen his torso last night, but she’d had her hands on it and his back through his shirt. Both had felt very nice, as did his mustache brushing against her lips. His nowhere-near-to-miniscule cock had felt incredible pushing into her wet pussy while his hands gripped her ass.

      Moisture jetted to her core, and she made a mad grab for the chocolate-covered almonds. She frowned at him as she chewed a small handful of nuts.

      He smiled back. “You really do have a fetish.”

      God, she hated the way his smile intensified his already too-potent eyes. It made her think of Lena’s omen they were destined to have sex again, maybe even this morning.

      Danica reminded herself he was a potential patient and kept her voice calm while her heart sped. “We don’t have an appointment today.”

      Jordan moved into the office. The scent of his cologne infiltrated her senses and tented her nipples. She crossed her arms over her breasts.

      His attention wavered to her chest, and his smile grew as he again met her eyes. “Sure we do. Lena must have forgotten to tell you about scheduling me in last minute.”

      Big surprise, Lena was in on this. “She must have.”

      “Or maybe she had a vision about it and never actually got around to doing it in real life.”

      “She told you she’s psychic?” What else had Little Ms. Big Mouth shared? If she’d told him they were fated to have a second screw, it wouldn’t matter how much Pepsi Lena had to barter with, Danica was going to kill her.

      “And that you don’t believe in her abilities,” he added.

      What she didn’t believe was that he—a virtual stranger—was standing in her office essentially calling her a lousy friend. “I never said I don’t believe in her. I just have yet to see proof. Take last night. Lena said she told you where I live because she had a vision of you coming to my villa and me waiting for you at the door. The thing is, she sent you to my villa, and I wasn’t waiting for you, but her. So should I buy that she had a vision or just saw an opportunity to play matchmaker and decided to go for it?”

      “Do you always masturbate right when Lena’s due over?”

      Her pussy thrummed with his words. She guessed he knew what she’d been doing when he arrived but until now had held out hope she was mistaken.

      She blew out a breath. “Why are you here?”

      Jordan looked around her office, assessing each inch of the space as he’d done yesterday. Only, his approach wasn’t quite the same. The oppressive air was gone. Now he seemed to notice the disarray had a certain feng shui appeal—all right, Danica had never considered it that way before, but Lena would appreciate the step outside of her “normally boring” box.

      He looked back at her and nodded approvingly. “Organized chaos. It’s never worked for me, but I have friends who swear by it.”

      “You haven’t answered my question, Mr. Cantrell. I have a full day planned, so if it’s another tour you’re after, Lena will need to set you up with one of the resort guides.”

      “It’s Jordan, remember, like the almond?” His eyes warmed to the same shade of dark turquoise they’d been last night, right before he’d pushed her up against the wall and fucked her stupid. “I do want another tour. Several of them.”

      “Let me get Lena to—”

      “I want you.”

      Therein lay the problem and the reason his presence in her office yesterday precisely at ten was, in fact, the third bad thing to happen to her. Danica wanted him, too.

      Another day together was bound to end on an incredibly good-feeling note with ultimately bad consequences. For once, she didn’t think those consequences would center on back pain. The feral way he’d pounded into her last night had released every bit of the tension amassed in her lower spine from her bathtub masturbation session. She’d woken up this morning feeling wonderfully normal.

      “I’m thinking about having a generous amount of work done,” Jordan said soberly. “I don’t want to rely on secondary knowledge of a procedure or the environment that procedure will be done in. I want the best person possible to show me everyone and everything this place has to offer.”

      “I appreciate how you feel, but I have a business to run and—”

      “Surgeries to perform.”

      “I don’t do the operations.”

      Surprise flickered in Jordan’s gaze. “You don’t?”

      “I scrub in from time to time to keep up on the latest techniques and to keep from forgetting my training, but I leave the primary work to the long-time experts.”

      Respect shone in his eyes, quickly turning to conviction. “I intend to make it worth your while to ignore business operations for a few days.”

      “How?”

      “Money. Name your price; I’m good for it.”

      Danica gave his shirt a glance. The suit he’d worn yesterday looked pricey and far more fitting to his personality. She chose to ignore that to say sarcastically, “It shows.”

      He looked down. “This is desperation. My luggage was lost during flight transfer, and the only shop I could find open last night after we…” His gaze shot up, his eyes instantly back to the intense shade that did wicked things to her panties.

      Sucking in a breath, she crossed her legs against a rush of wet heat and waited for him to continue. Or to climb across the desk and kiss her until they were both panting and tugging at each other’s clothes. The former was the smart thing to do, but her fluttering pussy really hoped he went with the latter.

      “The only place open late,” Jordan said in a raspy voice, “was Aloha Outfitters.”

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