Jordan?
"What... what are you doing here... Sir?"
He sat casually on the chair beside the study table, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, as though he had been there all along. The audacity of it sent a chill through her. Between his fingers, he twirled a silver necklace, the metal catching faint light in the dim room.
“Are you scared?” he asked mildly. “If you are, turn on the lights.”
Her first instinct was to run. Instead, she swallowed and reached for the switch.
Bright light filled the room.
Chloe took in his appearance. He looked like he was heading out; grey pullover hugging his shoulders, fitted jeans, spotless white sneakers. His haircut was fresh, cute enough to accentuate his features and that infuriatingly composed expression. If only he wasn’t such a jerk, she migh
