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until five are considered work hours,” she said. “With an hour for lunch.” 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 couldn’t hurt, could it?

      “After I get some coffee, I’ll come and help you unload.” She groaned inwardly at her choice of words. Everything she said to him sounded sexual now.

      “Bring me a cup and I’ll meet you there,” he said.

      She nodded. “Fine. I’ll come in just a—” This was ridiculous! “I’ll be just a moment.” 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. “Get a grip,” she muttered to herself. At this rate, they’d 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 she’d survive. Her heart was 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 she’d allowed into her life—and into her bed.

      Though she’d 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 she’d always held something back. And Jordan was self-aware enough to put the blame for this on her relationship with her father.

      Though she’d 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 she’d 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, they’d 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 found out, he’d 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, she’d know exactly how he liked his coffee. And by the end of the day, Jordan was certain she’d know a lot of other things about Danny.

      Anticipation mixed with fear as she walked out the kitchen door and toward the caretaker’s cottage. The dogs were romping along the garden path and joined her, trotting along behind. “I don’t want the two of you digging up any of the new plantings in the garden,” she ordered. “And if you have to poop, run out along the cliff to do it.”

      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 muscles of his chest and dangled loosely around his waist.

      “There’s beer in the fridge,” he said.

      “I stocked the refrigerator last night.” She frowned. “Do you drink your beer warm?”

      He crossed the room to stand in front of her. “No. Cold is fine. And I drink my coffee hot and black.” She handed him the proper mug. “That was nice of you. Very thoughtful … for a boss.”

      She knew immediately that he was teasing. There was a definitely a twinkle in his eye and a devilish smile playing across his lips. “I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” Jordan said.

      “I have drink. What about food?”

      “You’re on your own there,” she said. “I set up the account for you at the market. They’ll have everything you need to make meals.”

      “You’re not going to cook for me?” He put on a pout. “I thought that was part of the deal.”

      “No, I think I made it quite clear yesterday that I don’t cook.”

      “Ah, but I do,” he said. “Good thing.”

      Jordan had been surviving on sandwiches and cereal for most of her stay. A few nights a week, she went into town and had a decent dinner at one of the pubs there. But she’d longed to explore a bit further. She just needed a dinner partner. “I’ll pay for dinners out whenever you care to go,” she said.

      “If you come along, it’s a deal.”

      Danny rested his hand on her hip. Jordan’s breath caught in her throat. Were they at that point already, that he could touch her without even having a good reason?

      “It’s a deal,” she repeated.

      “I’m gummin’ for a decent breakfast. Why don’t I finish unpacking and we’ll go out and get something. My treat.”

      Jordan was tempted by his offer. She usually didn’t leave the worksite during the day. But the men who were scheduled knew their jobs and would keep an eye on the house. “All right,” she said. “Let me just make a few phone calls.”

      “Fifteen minutes?” he asked.

      “Yes. I’ll be back.”

      The minute Jordan got out of the cottage, she ran. Back to the manor house, up the stairs and into her room. Fifteen minutes was just enough time for a shower. She hadn’t shaved her legs in a week, but that would have to wait. Though it was just a simple breakfast, Jordan couldn’t help but be excited. Any excuse to spend time with Danny was worth celebrating.

      “TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOURSELF,” Danny asked, staring at Jordan over the rim of his coffee cup. “And spare no details.”

      There was no doubt about it. He found her endlessly fascinating and they didn’t even know each other yet. He watched as she spread jam on her toast in a precise manner, then took a tiny bite out of it. It wasn’t just her body, he mused, although that was just grand. He found himself caught up in the chase, the desire to possess a woman who was equally determined to avoid him.

      Sure, they’d shared a few kisses, but according to Jordan, it would have to end there. But that wouldn’t stop him from trying. He wanted to know what she looked like naked, how her body felt beneath his hands, what she talked about in her sleep. But even that wasn’t enough. He wanted to know about her life, the people she loved, her dreams, her fears.

      Danny had usually satisfied himself with the superficial and left it at that. But there was something about Jordan that made him want to know more. Was it just curiosity or was there some deeper connection?

      “Are you going to eat that toast or paint a portrait of the Mona Lisa with raspberry jam?” He grabbed her hand and took a bite, then grinned.

      “Hey! Eat your own toast.”

      “I like yours better,” he said. Though she did everything to perfection, from buttering toast to renovating the manor house, there was one thing that seemed to escape her—flirting.

      “What do you want to know?” she asked.

      “Tell me about your family,” he ordered.

      “Only if you tell me about yours,” she countered.

      “Agreed. You

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