Tall, Dark & Scandalous: Jordan St Claire: Dark and Dangerous. Carole Mortimer

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      ‘You aren’t afraid at all, Stephanie,’ he contradicted her flatly.

      He had no idea! ‘What work are you doing in your study?’

      ‘None of your damned business,’ Jordan said evenly.

      So much for trying to change the subject to something less controversial!

      The real problem for Stephanie was that even when they weren’t engaged in one of these irritating conversations she was still aware of everything about him. Even sitting down and eating lunch with him had been something of an ordeal in self-restraint.

      She had found herself looking at Jordan’s hands far too often as he ate, easily able to remember those hands caressing her back earlier. Igniting that fire of longing inside her…

      Oh, God! she thought, almost groaning aloud. Maybe she should just leave here, after all? Admit defeat and just go. Before she was tempted into doing something she would most definitely regret.

      No, she couldn’t leave.

      Between the two of them, Richard and Rosalind Newman had been making Stephanie’s life in London a living hell. She simply refused to let her awareness of Jordan force her into returning until Joey could assure her that particular nightmare was over.

      ‘Is there anything you want me to pass on to Lucan when I speak to him later this afternoon?’ She arched challenging brows.

      Jordan scowled back at her. ‘I very much doubt that my big brother expects you to give him an hour-by-hour report on my progress.’

      ‘Or otherwise,’ she shot back.

      ‘Or otherwise,’ he confirmed

      ‘No, probably not,’ Stephanie accepted lightly. ‘But as I have nothing else to do this afternoon…’

      Jordan knew the little minx was challenging him. Attempting to hold the threat of Lucan’s displeasure over him. A totally useless threat as far as Jordan was concerned. ‘I ceased being in awe of my brother the moment I realised that he has to go to the bathroom like the rest of humanity.’

      She grimaced. ‘I really didn’t need that image, thank you very much!’

      Jordan shrugged. ‘Believe me, it’s a good leveller in almost any circumstances.’

      ‘In Lucan’s case, it’s one I could well do without.’

      ‘Suit yourself,’ Jordan drawled. ‘I usually like to eat dinner about seven.’

      ‘When you bother to eat at all.’

      He gave a mocking smile. ‘As you’ve insisted on staying here, I expect to eat regularly and often.’

      Stephanie wasn’t totally sure which appetite Jordan was referring to, but she had her suspicions…

      She had worked with dozens of patients over the last three years. Young. Old. Female as well as male. Some of them had been extremely difficult to work with, yes—those were the cases she specialised in, after all—but none of them had been as impossible as the man standing in front of her now.

      Her mouth firmed. ‘At the risk of repeating myself—I am not here for your amusement.’

      ‘Repeat yourself all you like, Stephanie,’ he said. ‘The only things you can do for me at the moment are feed me or amuse me. I’ll leave it up to you which one you want to do at any given time…’

      Stephanie stared at him furiously for several seconds. ‘Oh, just go away, will you?’ she finally huffed irritably. In all of her daydreams, all her fantasies about actually meeting Jordan Simpson, Stephanie had never once imagined herself telling him to go away!

      ‘I’ll take that to mean that you want time to think about what to cook me for dinner,’ Jordan said.

      Stephanie shot him another frowning glare, only breathing a sigh of relief once he had left the kitchen. She heard the sound of him whistling tunelessly to himself as he walked down the corridor and then shut the study door behind him seconds later.

      There had to be a way for Stephanie to get through to Jordan—to make him accept the professional help Lucan had hired her for. She just had no idea what it was!

      ‘Comfortable?’ Jordan asked sarcastically later that evening, as he entered the sitting room to find her curled up comfortably in one of the armchairs, the only illumination in the room coming from the warm and crackling fire she had lit in the hearth.

      ‘Very, thank you,’ she answered, and she sat up to swing her bare feet slowly to the floor, still wearing the dark green sweater and fitted jeans she had changed into earlier. ‘It isn’t seven o’clock yet, is it?’

      Jordan’s jaw tightened, and his eyes hooded to conceal their expression as he took in how the firelight picked out every amazing colour in Stephanie’s plaited hair. ‘I’ve worked long enough for now. How was your afternoon?’ He leant heavily on his cane as he came further into the room, the pain in his hip and leg from sitting down all afternoon making his tone harsher than he’d intended.

      ‘Boring,’ she admitted.

      He raised dark brows. ‘Boring?’

      She gave a shrug. ‘I’m simply not used to sitting around all day having nothing to do.’

      Boredom was something that Jordan knew a lot about, after the weeks he had spent in hospital in the States before coming here. ‘There’s lots of books in here you could have read. Or you could have gone for another walk. Or another swim,’ he added dryly.

      Stephanie gave a pained wince. ‘I’m not going back in the pool until you do.’

      ‘Then you’ll be waiting a long time,’ Jordan rasped, scowling as moved awkwardly to drop down into the armchair opposite hers, sighing in relief to be off his hip once again. He dropped his head back against the chair to turn and look at her. ‘Do you ever wear your hair loose?’

      Stephanie put a self-conscious hand up to the slightly untidy plait. ‘Not really.’

      ‘Then why bother to keep it long at all?’

      ‘I—I’ve never really thought about it.’ She frowned, very uncomfortable under the scrutiny of that piercingly narrowed gaze.

      Jordan looked predatory in the firelight, his eyes an amber glitter, every sculptured angle of his face thrown into sharp relief: the harsh slash of his cheekbones, the long aristocratic nose, his hard, sensual mouth, and the strong lines of his jaw darkened by a five o’clock shadow.

      Stephanie sensed a waiting stillness about him. A coiled expectancy much like a jungle cat poised to spring. With Stephanie as its prey!

      She stood up abruptly, needing to escape from all that leashed power for a few minutes, at least. ‘Would you like a glass of wine before dinner?’

      Jordan gave a brief smile. ‘I thought you would never ask.’

      Stephanie paused in the doorway. ‘You’re in pain again, aren’t СКАЧАТЬ