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But his eyes left no room for argument and she nodded once. “Yes.”

Chapter Eight
    He couldn’t be serious. He. Could not. Be serious.
    Jordan dried off with shaking hands, her body one big urge to come. It was all she could think of and all she could feel. Which she had to assume was the point.
    According to him, it would be worth her while. She doubted it.
    Jordan sat on the bed, cross legged and naked and tried to breathe. Would he really know if she…
    She pushed that temptation away. This was Gareth. Yes, he would know. He was freaky aware that way. He always knew when she was lying just as he could always tell when she was sad.
    “Freaky mind reader.” She pulled her hair up into a messy bun and clipped it. Then she pulled on big gray sweatpants, a huge maroon sweatshirt and her dingy pink slippers.
    If he was going to torturer her, she was going to look as boring and blah as possible. It was a meager weapon, but it was something.
    Gareth knocked and when she called out he peeked in. “What are you going to do about this number?”
    “Not sure,” she sighed.
    “Do you want me to call?”
    It was tempting. And  yet, she had the feeling if they weren’t siblings…that she was Kelly’s child and Gareth was Doug’s. She felt compelled to be the one to talk to her possible father.
    “No,” she sighed. “I think it should be me.”
    Gareth gave her a sharp nod. “I understand.”
    He slowly—so she knew he was doing it—dragged his gaze over her body. Then he laughed loud and sudden. “Nice outfit. Do you think that’s going to show me?”
    Her face flooded with heat and she forced what she hoped was a nonchalant shrug. “No, I was just going to get comf—“
    Gareth pushed into the room and grabbed the string to her sweatshirt hood. He tugged it tight so the hood swiftly gathered behind her head and he tied it once, without knotting it under her chin. So it was cutting into her skin. Cutting off some of her air.
    His huge hand cupped the back of her head and he roughly reeled her in for a kiss, pinning her against him with that hand in her wet hair. His other hand swiftly snaked down into her huge sweat pants and he pressed her clit hard. It was as if he’d memorized her body already—zeroing right to the hard taut bit of flesh so riven with this fresh craving for Gareth.
    “You’re so close,” he said, sliding a single finger into her soaking wet hole and thrusting into her like he was fucking her. She imagined him fucking her. Allowed herself that privilege finally. Imagined his cock, big and hard and blushing, sliding into her wet, wet pussy and filling her. Stretching her and working her and how it would feel to come around his hard, warm flesh and…
    Her pussy tightened greedily around his single finger. Gareth grinned like some fairytale bad guy and pulled his finger free. “Not yet, kid.”
    Then he kissed her nose and left her standing there in her baggy close. Way worse off than when he’d come in.
    *****
    “Is Kurt there, please?” Jordan had to keep her voice from trembling like the rest of her. Besides cold calling a man who could possibly be her father, she was still reeling from her brother sticking his hand down her pants and his finger in her body.
    “Hold on, please.” It was a pleasant female voice and she assumed it was the woman Kurt’s mother—her possible grandmother—had mentioned.
    “Hello?
    “Hi, Mr. Paulson. My name is Jordan Daniels…” She tried to sound calm and sure of herself but her voice felt trembly and weak and Jordan was sure that it sounded the same to him.
    “Yes? Can I help you?”
    Jordan cleared her throat and she could feel, more than see, her brother standing in the archway that separated living room from dining room. She drew a thick and heavy spiral on the pad in front of her, pressing down so hard she feared she’d break the ball point.
    “My mother’s name is Kelly. Kelly Daniels but it used to be—“
    “Kelly Singer,” he