CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

Jojo has never blushed more furiously than she did in that moment.

And neither have she dressed so fast.

A peek at Jordan's face told her that even though he was angry at the intrusion, he found the situation funny.

He was grinning at her as he pulled on his earlier discarded shirt with practised ease and swiftness.

She was ill quipped for situations like this - almost being caught with your boss' length still buried inside you - but she was holding her own.

It would have been classic.

She didn't even want to consider what would have happened if Adam had walked through that door without calling to Jordan first.

The big, taciturn man with his poker face wouldn't have acted on or teased her about it but she knew she'd never have been able to look at him again without disintegrating from the burn of her embarrassment.

Her panties lay ripped on the floor and she glared at the culprit.

His grin widened and without even the slightest bit of shame, he picked it up and still smiling at her, t