Nala. I stared down at my phone in surprise. Just when I thought we were getting along he goes and ends the conversation so abruptly. Why on earth did he have to do that? I tossed the phone aside and it bounced across the bed, but to my relief, settled just shy of the edge of the big bed.The last thing I needed right now was a broken phone. There were not too many helpful people in this house. I thought of the gardener once again and how my charm project should be.I had to admit Mr. Jordan was totally right.Building a sort of relationship with the gardener was much better than barging into the greenhouse and claiming a share of his real estate. There were also several things he could teach me so it was indeed a good idea to win him over.With that thought I luxuriated in a long soak in the bath, then slipped into the silkiest nightie I had ever worn in my life and climbed into bed.Jordan called as I was about to switch off the bedside lamp."Miss me already?" I said playfully and
Jordan. I took her to Boston’s harbor hotel with its Sixty foot stone archway and its panoramic views of the city’s skyline. It was also a personal favorite for other reasons. Security was easily monitored by my men, and my requests for privacy were always immediately fulfilled.As I mostly moved in the shadows and appreciated places that helped me maintain things that way.Across the terrace, private and heated transparent igloo-like boxes had been erected to both tackle the frigid winter air, and to provide privacy. One of the things I liked the most about these encasements were how the glass made it possible for you to see out, but for no one to see within.I sat at my usual enclosure with my customary glass of Dirty Martini and tried to imagine Nala working in the green house… and couldn’t. I had never even been inside it before. I had to admit I had never given the idea of gardening much thought, but I had formed the general impression gardeners were gardeners because they could
Nala. We were walking back to Jordan's car, when he suddenly stopped and hissed in pain. "Are you okay?" I asked supporting him with my arm. The security immediately rushed to us and helped him into the car as I followed, they put him on a chair and he was sweating and seemed to be in so much pain. "Let's go to the hospital." i said immediately. "No, take me to my doctor." he said before he passed out. No one said anything until we got there, he was awake by the time we were stepping out of the car. . The doctor came immediately, and I followed Jordan and the beautiful young physician into his office. When he had mentioned having abpersonal physician I had imagined an elderly man, not a blonde in her early thirties who was tall and willowy enough to be a model.It shouldn’t really surprise me though . Jordan was a handsome man. A very handsome man, i amended myself. He was rich. And powerful. Plus, of course, there was that very basic feminine nurturing instinct that likely mad
Nala. Did I really hear him well or was I hallucinating, imagining things. “Your future wife?” my head was still fuzzy from the kiss, my limbs heavy with arousal, and i was certain i must have heard him wrong, he didn't just say wife. There was no way. “Yes. I have thought it through and it is the only thing to be done.” He said it so pragmatically, as though anyone should be able to see his point.“I’m not going to marry you Jordan,” i said, trying to match his tone. If he wanted to try to have an insane discussion as calmly as if we were talking about the weather then i was more than up to the challenge. I certainly wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of rattling my self control more than once in a five minute time span."You don't want to marry me?" he asked shocked. "I did not say that, but we barely know each other. Am pregnant with another man's child. A man who also married me and now is trying to kill me. You can't just say that like it's normal." "I like you Nala,
JordanWhen i returned to Nala’s room half an hour later with her requests she was sound asleep, her arm thrown over her face, her hair spread into a golden red halo. My eyes were immediately drawn to the gentle rise and fall of her generous breasts. She was an amazingly beautiful woman.Kissing her had been shockingly exciting. I couldn’t remember the last time simply kissing a woman had aroused me so much. Maybe when i had been a teenage virgin, but certainly not any time in the twenty years since then.I hadn’t intended to kiss her. Not yet. Seduction wasn’t the way to win Nala over to my way of thinking. She was cerebral; the way to appeal to her would be through logic and reason, not through sensual persuasion.At least that is what i had thought. She had been surprisingly passionate in my arms, a little hesitant, but she had been all the sweeter for it.The temptation to join her in the bed, to lift the hem of her shirt again, touch her big stomach and move higher to the lush s
Nala. I took another swallow of ginger ale to prevent myself from gagging. I had been touched when i had realized that he had brought me the crackers and soda, but I was much less impressed now that i realized he was just using it as an opportunity to try to goad me into agreeing to marry him.“I don’t understand why you are the one pushing for marriage,” i said when I was certain i wasn’t going to be sick all over the floral duvet. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”A short, derisive laugh escaped his lips. “Perhaps traditionally, but then this is hardly a traditional situation. In this case, it's different.”“You may not want to be married to me, and frankly, I don’t want to be married at all,” he said. “But you can’t deny that it makes sense.”“I just don’t like the idea of it.”*******Jordan“Of marriage without love?” i knew that most women would reject the idea, at least outwardly, even if their motive for marriage was truly money or status and not finer feelings at all.
Jordan. A sense of triumph, along with a compressing sensation in my throat that felt suspiciously like the tightening of a noose, assaulted me . It was necessary; the only thing that could be done. The only way for me to truly claim this child, make him my heir. And the only way to claim Nala .A heavy pulse throbbed in my groin at the thought of claiming her in the most basic, elemental way. I wanted her with a kind of passionate ferocity that was foreign to me.I would have wanted her no matter what, would have desired her had i passed her when she was walking down the street. But the intense, bone deep need to take her, to enter her sweet body and join myself to her…that had to be connected to the pregnancy because it was outside anything in my experience. I had experienced lust the basest kind that had nothing to do with emotion and I had been in love. This didn’t resemble either experience.I could satisfy my lust for her without marriage, but marriage was necessary for me to h
Nala. I tried to clamp down the wild fluttering in my stomach. I knew Jordan wouldn’t be happy. Hadn’t he referenced our physical attraction as a reason for marriage? But this was what I needed in order to be able to accept his proposal, such as it was.His kiss had decimated my control, had made me forget who i was, who he was, where I was. Going to bed with him…What would that do to my closely guarded self control? The thought of surrendering myself like that, of stripping myself bare both physically and emotionally before another human being in that way, terrified me to my bones. Marriage i could deal with, but sexual intimacy was several steps beyond me. I was attracted to him, extremely attracted ; unreasonably so. And that only made me more determined to maintain a healthy distance between us. If i didn’t want him like this, if being near him didn’t make my limbs weak and my pulse pound in my chest, at the apex of my thighs, if I didn’t get embarrassingly wet with wanting jus