things from the table and began cleaning up the mess. Jordan started to help out but was afraid they were getting a little too chummy. For some reason he was weary about getting too acquainted with her. He thought it best to stay clear of her as much as possible to ward off any hardship when she regained her memory and it came time for her to leave him. He knew he could easily fall for a beautiful, compassionate lady like her. If only he knew more about her...but a serious relationship wasn't exactly in Jordan's Scott's date book.
Chapter 3
Jordan felt unusually nervous this morning. He wasn't used to having a woman actually “living” in his house. Although a few days had already passed he still just couldn't get used to it.
Still half asleep, he stumbled out of bed and to his bedroom door intending to go have his usual morning cup of coffee. In nothing but his bare chest and white cotton briefs, he opened the bedroom door only to come face to face with a very embarrassed blue-eyed blonde also exiting her bedroom just next to his.
Red faced and grinning at the same time, he ran back and slammed the door shut. “Sorry...I forgot you were here,” he yelled out nearly amused at the way Dolly had covered her face with both hands and sped into the living room.
“Now we're even,” he thought to himself smiling as he remembered how he had walked in on her in his bathroom only a few days before.
He pulled on his jeans and re-emerged to join her in the kitchen for breakfast. Dolly grinned a shy, embarrassing grin wearing her khaki shorts and white tank top trying not to stare at this man's smooth, bare tanned chest, but the temptation was standing right next to her now, pouring himself a cup of coffee. She reached for an egg and cracked it on the side of the frying pan.
“Do I still make you that nervous?” she then asked as he leaned against the counter next to her to watch her cook breakfast.
“Yes. I'll never be used to having a woman here,” he replied frankly and without hesitation. Then he sipped at the cup of coffee.
“Then why do you put up with me?”
“Jordan's emerald eyes scanned her face thoroughly before answering. As if in deep thought. “I'm really not too sure of that myself. Nuts I guess.” He smiled as if he were joking. Dolly wasn't sure if he was or not.
That afternoon Dolly strolled to the beach doing her best not to bother Jordan while he worked on the spare bedroom. Occasionally glancing toward the house, she hoped he might take a break and join her. So far no luck. Other than breakfast, he had hardly spoken to her all morning even though she questioned him again all about his life. The only topic he seemed to be slightly interested in was his racing but he acted as if a woman had no business prying into his personal life other than that. Dolly only wanted to become friends with him and have him like her as much as she likes him.
Again she hopefully glanced toward the house, now only to see Martin emerging from his car. His red head and brown eyes focused immediately on her finely tanned flesh as she kicked the fine white sand lightly into the air with her toes, trying her best to ignore the fact she had seen him coming. Yet, she felt so lonesome right now, she actually hoped that this absurd man would come and visit with her.
Of course Martin Slater couldn't let a blonde bombshell go untainted. He glanced around, heard Jordan's hammering inside, and then headed straight toward the beach. By the lonesome look on her face, Jordan and she clearly weren't involved so he saw no harm in becoming friends with her.
“Beautiful afternoon isn't it?” he asked not really seeming at all interested in the weather, just enjoying the sight of Dolly's tanned breasts that slightly emerged from her low cut top.
“I guess,” she replied dreamily. “Jordan's working in the house.”
“Yeah...I heard,” he answered as he stood directly
Chapter 3
Jordan felt unusually nervous this morning. He wasn't used to having a woman actually “living” in his house. Although a few days had already passed he still just couldn't get used to it.
Still half asleep, he stumbled out of bed and to his bedroom door intending to go have his usual morning cup of coffee. In nothing but his bare chest and white cotton briefs, he opened the bedroom door only to come face to face with a very embarrassed blue-eyed blonde also exiting her bedroom just next to his.
Red faced and grinning at the same time, he ran back and slammed the door shut. “Sorry...I forgot you were here,” he yelled out nearly amused at the way Dolly had covered her face with both hands and sped into the living room.
“Now we're even,” he thought to himself smiling as he remembered how he had walked in on her in his bathroom only a few days before.
He pulled on his jeans and re-emerged to join her in the kitchen for breakfast. Dolly grinned a shy, embarrassing grin wearing her khaki shorts and white tank top trying not to stare at this man's smooth, bare tanned chest, but the temptation was standing right next to her now, pouring himself a cup of coffee. She reached for an egg and cracked it on the side of the frying pan.
“Do I still make you that nervous?” she then asked as he leaned against the counter next to her to watch her cook breakfast.
“Yes. I'll never be used to having a woman here,” he replied frankly and without hesitation. Then he sipped at the cup of coffee.
“Then why do you put up with me?”
“Jordan's emerald eyes scanned her face thoroughly before answering. As if in deep thought. “I'm really not too sure of that myself. Nuts I guess.” He smiled as if he were joking. Dolly wasn't sure if he was or not.
That afternoon Dolly strolled to the beach doing her best not to bother Jordan while he worked on the spare bedroom. Occasionally glancing toward the house, she hoped he might take a break and join her. So far no luck. Other than breakfast, he had hardly spoken to her all morning even though she questioned him again all about his life. The only topic he seemed to be slightly interested in was his racing but he acted as if a woman had no business prying into his personal life other than that. Dolly only wanted to become friends with him and have him like her as much as she likes him.
Again she hopefully glanced toward the house, now only to see Martin emerging from his car. His red head and brown eyes focused immediately on her finely tanned flesh as she kicked the fine white sand lightly into the air with her toes, trying her best to ignore the fact she had seen him coming. Yet, she felt so lonesome right now, she actually hoped that this absurd man would come and visit with her.
Of course Martin Slater couldn't let a blonde bombshell go untainted. He glanced around, heard Jordan's hammering inside, and then headed straight toward the beach. By the lonesome look on her face, Jordan and she clearly weren't involved so he saw no harm in becoming friends with her.
“Beautiful afternoon isn't it?” he asked not really seeming at all interested in the weather, just enjoying the sight of Dolly's tanned breasts that slightly emerged from her low cut top.
“I guess,” she replied dreamily. “Jordan's working in the house.”
“Yeah...I heard,” he answered as he stood directly
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