Jordan St Claire: Dark and Dangerous Read Free Page B

thisman had allowed a woman within touching distance since his accident, and after six months of celibacy she was probably just the first reasonably attractive female he had seen in a while—consequently he would have been aroused by a nun, as long as she had a pulse and breasts!
    ‘If you’re trying to embarrass me, Mr Simpson—’
    ‘Then I’ve succeeded.’ He eyed her flushed cheeks triumphantly.
    ‘Perhaps,’ she allowed briskly. ‘Does knowing that make you feel good?’ She eyed him speculatively as he gave a hard and unapologetic grin. A slow and sexy grin that reminded her all too forcibly that this man was the actor she had lusted after for years.
    Oh, help!
    He gave a casual shrug. ‘It doesn’t matter whether it did or it didn’t. I intend to forget you even exist as soon as you’ve walked out the door.’
    This time it was Stephanie’s turn to smile slowly. ‘You’re an altogether arrogant family, aren’t you?’
    Jordan gave a huff of laughter. ‘How many of us have you met?’
    Stephanie blinked. ‘Just Lucan and you.’
    ‘And you think
we’re
arrogant?’ He snorted. ‘Believe me, you don’t know what arrogance is until you’ve met Gideon.’
    ‘Your twin?’
    That golden gaze sharpened. ‘You seem to know a lot about me.’
    She shrugged. ‘I believe it’s public knowledge that Jordan Simpson has a twin brother.’
    He grimaced. ‘Gideon and I are only fraternal twins, not identical ones.’
    Thank goodness for that! Stephanie wasn’t sure theworld—or she—could stand there being two men in the world with Jordan’s devastating good-looks.
    She had yet to decide whether or not this man posed a problem as regarded her working with him—other than the need she felt every time she so much as looked at him to rip his clothes off and jump into bed with him, of course. But surely that was normal? Hundreds—no,
thousands
of women must feel the same way about the actor Jordan Simpson. Except none of those women were supposed to act the complete professional and treat this man like any other patient—which he most certainly wasn’t to Stephanie!
    She gave a weary sigh as she pushed back some loose tendrils of hair that had escaped the plait down her spine. ‘Look, Mr Simpson, I’ve had a long drive up here from London, and on top of that I could do with something to eat, so do you think we could call a truce to this argument long enough for me to cook us some dinner?’
    Jordan’s eyes narrowed contemplatively. On the one hand he wanted this woman gone from here, but on the other the mention of food had reminded him that he was hungry—a side-effect of those damned sleeping pills he had to take in order to get any rest at all. ‘That depends,’ he finally murmured slowly.
    Deep green eyes looked across at him suspiciously. ‘On what?’
    ‘On whether or not you can actually cook, of course,’ Jordan drawled. ‘Put another plate of baked beans on toast in front of me and I may just throw it at you!’ He had been living off something on toast since he’d moved here a month ago, in too much pain and lacking the appetite to bother to cook anything else.
    Lucan had gone to the trouble of sending this womanhere, but Jordan had no intention of even allowing her to look at his injuries. Sex didn’t appear to be on her agenda either. So she might as well make herself useful in some other way—before Jordan went ahead and threw her out anyway!
    ‘I think I can do better than that,’ Stephanie McKinley told him. ‘I wasn’t sure what the situation was for having groceries delivered, so I brought some things with me,’ she continued brightly. ‘I’ll just go out to the car and get them.’ She collected her black jacket from the back of one of the kitchen chairs and slipped it on, releasing her braid from the collar before moving towards the door. ‘I hope you like steak?’
    Just the mention of red meat was enough to make Jordan’s mouth water. ‘No doubt I could