Nala. The next morning, i sat across from Jordan as he watched me eat my breakfast. For a long time, I slept like a baby, I felt safe under his roof and I trusted him to take care of me. I was not afraid of anything harming me or anyone. I low key liked how he liked watching me eat. I had spent two days now in his house, and whenever we were eating he would watch me like I was the prettiest thing, and I loved it. I had never had someone look at me the way he did. Not even Salvatore. I had seen him look at my sister like that but never me. He nodded approvingly when i managed to finish the omelet he had prepared, and he urged me to drink the glass of juice in front of me.Jordan had chefs, servers, there were people everywhere, but he decided to personally cook for me. Despite my anxiety and uncertainty, it felt good to be taken care of by this man. Even if i wasn’t entirely sure of my place in his world. He was solicitors of me, but at the same time he seemed distant. I wasn’t sure

Nala.By the time I went back to the house it was already lunchtime and feeling ravenous I headed straight to the orangery. Alba was waiting for me there. She smiled at me. “Shall I serve lunch now?”I ate an exquisite meal. There was freshly baked bread with cold butter and a shank of lamb that Alba said the Chef was famous for. It was so tender you didn’t need a knife to eat it. All you had to do was pick it up from one end and shake it gently and the meat would fall off the bone. I tried it and she was right. The flesh simply slid off the bone. I tucked into it hungrily. It was delicious. Then I polished off a small bowl of crème brulee and tried to call the number Jordan had given me the first night we met, but the phone appeared to be turned off. I couldn’t imagine his phone was off, so I guessed he must have more than one phone.“Is there a way I can reach the Jordan?” I asked Alba, as I sipped my juice. “I have no idea.” Her tone was laced with incredulity at the very suggesti

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

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

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