mind.â
âThe hours from eight until five are considered work hours,â she said. âWith an hour for lunch.â But though her warning effectively shut him up, Jordan was secretly pleased he was still thinking of her as a woman rather than a boss. Maybe they could stretch the rules a bit. A kiss here and there couldnât hurt, could it?
âAfter I get some coffee, Iâll come and help you unload.â She groaned inwardly at her choice of words. Everything she said to him sounded sexual now.
âBring me a cup and Iâll meet you there,â he said.
She nodded. âFine. Iâll come in just aââ This was ridiculous! âIâll be just a moment.â Jordan turned on her heel and walked back inside the manor. When she reached the safety of the kitchen, she clapped her hands to her warm cheeks. âGet a grip,â she muttered to herself. At this rate, theyâd be in bed by lunchtime and exploring their deepest sexual fantasies by dinner.
If this was the way it was going to be every day that he was here, she wondered how sheâd survive. Her heartwas beating double-time and her nerves were so jangled she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs.
The coffeemaker had been set up the night before and Jordan simply pushed a button and waited as the glass pot began to fill. Sitting at the huge worktable in the center of the kitchen, she cupped her chin in her palm and considered the men sheâd allowed into her lifeâand into her bed.
Though sheâd had a number of lovers in the past, none of them had really moved her. The relationships had always been enjoyable, the sex interesting, but sheâd always held something back. And Jordan was self-aware enough to put the blame for this on her relationship with her father.
Though sheâd struggled to win his approval, she sometimes resented the control he held over her life. Andrew Kennally could snap his fingers any time of the day or night and sheâd come running, ready to do his bidding. But she had refused to do the same for any man in her life. And in the end, theyâd never wanted to compete with a man as powerful as Andrew Kennally.
Jordan wondered what it would be like to let go of all the baggage she carried around. Just to set it down and feel completely at ease for once. What harm could a little romantic fling do? There were few people around to witness any dalliance, just a workman here and there. Bartie and Daisy were too preoccupied with the garden to pay any notice. And everyone left at five, giving her all evening alone with Danny on this remote seaside estate.
The coffeemaker clicked off, startling her back to reality. It was a risk, pure and simple. If her father foundout, heâd be furious. Sex with an employee was forbidden by company policy. She could be sued for sexual harassment, putting her entire professional future at Kencor in jeopardy.
Jordan grabbed a pair of mugs from a nearby cupboard and filled them, then put sugar and creamer in one and left the other black. After this morning, sheâd know exactly how he liked his coffee. And by the end of the day, Jordan was certain sheâd know a lot of other things about Danny.
Anticipation mixed with fear as she walked out the kitchen door and toward the caretakerâs cottage. The dogs were romping along the garden path and joined her, trotting along behind. âI donât want the two of you digging up any of the new plantings in the garden,â she ordered. âAnd if you have to poop, run out along the cliff to do it.â
Finny and Mogue looked up at her as if they understood everything she was saying. But she made a mental note to repeat the rules to their owner as well.
When she reached the cottage, she found Danny inside, his belongings tossed in the middle of the living area. He emerged a few moments later from the kitchen, his canvas jacket gone. He wore a faded T-shirt that hugged the
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