Her Dangerous Crush (Jordan Brothers 6)

Her Dangerous Crush (Jordan Brothers 6)
Megan Slayer
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Copyright ©2019 Megan Slayer

Maura Burke fixed her dress and strode across the room. She’d never intended on being a servant. Her family would die if they knew she’d been reduced to cleaning another family’s house, especially the Jordan family home.

Her brother had hated the Jordan family. But her brother was dead. Kurt Wylie had sworn the Jordans were the scum of Shaker. He didn’t know them, but he’d been pretty quick to jump into bed with Danil’s wife. She knew the family and saw the human side of them. They weren’t as bad as her brother had made them out to be.

She dusted the china propped on the mantle. Her brother would have hated knowing she’d lowered herself to working for a living, but she enjoyed her job. Truth be told, she thrived in the working environment. Plus, she liked the tight uniform and earning her way.

She liked watching the family, too. No one cared who she was -- although she guessed Dash knew the truth. He knew everything. Still, they left her alone and didn’t say anything about her half-brother.

She continued to dust as Danil strode into the living room. “Hello,” she said. “Mr. Jordan.”

“Call me Danil.” He stopped in front of the window. “Am I interrupting you? I’m sorry. I stomped in here when you’re cleaning.”

“No, sir.” A thrill shot through her. The job was to be a maid for the family, but she longed to have Danil alone order her around in private, too. She loved the commanding tone of his voice and the passion in his eyes. His wife hadn’t deserved him.

“If I’m in the way, you can tell me to go.” Danil folded his arms and kept his back to her. “How are you today?”

“I’m fine, sir. Thank you for asking.” She held onto the duster with both hands. “How are you today?”

He glanced over his shoulder. “Maura?”

“Sir?” He knew her name. She’d love for him to be her sir in so many ways. She resumed dusting, but memorized the sound of her name on his lips. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked such a personal question.”

“No.” He stepped up to the fireplace and tipped his head to meet her gaze. “I appreciate you asking.”

“Then I’m glad I did.” She smoothed her skirt. “How are you, sir?”

“Danil. Please, call me Danil.” A tiny smile curled on his lips.

“I will. How are you, Danil?” She swept her gaze over him. Strong, tall, lean… everything she liked in a man. His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. He could be tough and demanding, but also tender. Was he tattooed like Dash? She wanted to find out.

“I’m okay,” Danil said. “One day at a time, you know?”

“I do.” She kept distance between them, despite wanting to hug him. His sadness radiated from him.

“How long have you worked here?” Danil asked.

“A year.” Since his wife and her brother had passed away. She’d thought if she worked for them, she could keep an eye on Danil and maybe ease some of his pain -- except he hadn’t paid her much attention until now.

“Do you like it?”

“I do.” She’d rather work for him, but she’d crushed on Danil since she was a little girl.

“You’re paid well, I assume?”

“I am. I have my own room in the servants’ quarters, too.” She preferred the simplicity of her life and the lack of expectations other than to do her job.

“Does my brother make you work all the time?”

“Four days a week.” Man, he was full of questions today.

“Are you working tonight?”

“In the laundry. It’s my late shift.” She fiddled with the handle of the duster. “I’m only there until eight.”

“Have dinner with me instead. Forget the laundry,” he said. “Have a night to unwind.”

Besides being a breach of worker-boss etiquette, he’d have a shit fit when he found out she was Wylie’s half-sister. He’d think she was a spy rather than a concerned person.

“Maura.”

She could lose everything if she agreed.

He nodded. “Understood. Forget I asked.” He turned his back on her. “I should’ve realized you’ve got a boyfriend.”

“Danil.” She wouldn’t forget. How could she when she liked him? “I will need to get out of my duties.”

“What do you do with the linens?”

“I wash them. I handle the sheets mostly,” she said. “Tablecloths, napkins and the like.” She touched his shoulder and sparks shot from her hand to her heart. She smelled his cologne and her knees buckled for a split-second. How could she resist him?

“When will you finish?” He turned and stared at her. “Maura?”

“Eight.” She pressed her knees together. The look in his eyes sent a ripple of heat through her body. She wanted to please him. Her being his employee and him being the boss was so naughty and turned her on even more. But she craved him because Danil intrigued her. The work dynamic only added to the experience.

“Come to my suite when you’re done. I’ll have dinner waiting.” Danil closed the gap between them. “Yes?”

She wanted to argue, but why? “Yes.” She needed him to touch her. To caress her hair, kiss her, spank her hard until she cried out… She shivered at the thought. “Yes, sir.” Would he want to be her sir in the bedroom, too? “I will, sir.”

“Good.” A new sparkle filled his eyes. He hesitated a moment longer, then left her alone in the room.

She exhaled the breath she hadn’t known she was holding. Her nerve endings were on fire. He hadn’t touched her, yet he’d left an impression. She’d do whatever he asked and ride the wave of pleasure as long as it lasted. She could take the pain from his eyes and fix his wounded soul.