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dressing room, office and reading room were also attached to the bedroom. His hands moved to take off her dress. Whoa! Her hands stopped him. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
    “I’m undressing you.” He knelt, and his hands glazed her legs under her short skirt as he detached and rolled down her stockings. “I didn’t think modern American women wore nylons any more.” His hands moved knowledgably under her dress once again to unhook her garter belt. She was too shocked to move.
    “Hey!” His hands skirted the top of her bikini panties as he pulled the belt off, and her heart rate doubled as the color exploded in her cheeks. He stood as his hands methodically unhooked the buttons at the top of the halter of the dress and unzipped the side zipper. Her hands caught the top as it fell holding it against her body, but not before he saw that she wore no bra. “I can manage from here,” she said with icy distain.
    Jordan was sure her blood pressure had improved from the color in her cheeks. “I will be back for you in five minutes.” The shower was on, she was almost undressed, and he had only given her a short amount of time. “Use the seat in the shower so you don’t fall.” He cautioned and turned to leave the room.
    “I need at least ten minutes.”
    He stopped but didn’t look back at her. “Try me, Madison. I dare you.” Then he closed the bathroom door.

CHAPTER 5
    J ordan stood outside his bathroom leaning against the wall. The shower was still running, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do. He could hear her moving about. Should he call to her, or just march in, and if he did walk in and she was naked, then what? He should not allow himself to be tied in knots like this; no woman had ever made him second-guess his actions like this one.
    “Madison. I’m coming in,” he called. He pushed up his sleeves and opened the bathroom door a crack, instantly smelling vanilla. She turned as he entered, a large, striped towel wrapped around her slender body loosely. He couldn’t quite pull his eyes away; all he managed to say was, “Your hair is wet.”
    “That happens in showers.” She was a sprite, a tease, and her white skin showed above and below the towel. “Do you want to dry it?”
    He frowned. “Dry what?” It would be tempting to dry her body.
    “My hair. You just said it was wet. I need five more minutes.” She watched the confusion play over his face. She wasn’t getting through , and she wasn’t getting any more time. She sighed. “Let me get my hairdryer from my backpack.” She began to move, the towel sliding just a bit on her chest as her long legs crossed the bath to him. He didn’t move, and he was blocking the doorway. She came up to him, stopping only inches away looking up at him expectantly, waiting for his decision. They stayed in that position for seconds as he simply gazed at her, and she at him. No, he couldn’t be the one. She reminded herself of that fact again.
    He was so damn attractive, so virile, she thought. His eyes were deep blue, she noted as they penetrated her own; his nose was patrician, centering his high cheekbones. He had height to him, but his body was lean and fit, his shoulders wide, his arms muscled, his hips narrow. His chiseled face and dark hair reminded her of the infrared picture of him she still carried, and while he no longer wore the beard, his five o’clock shadow could easily be seen.  
    Finally, he broke eye contact with her, and the energy in the room dropped. He had been with women before; why should this one unman him? She looked like she harbored some unease, so his hand reached down to touch her cheek, and he ran a finger softly down her chin. It was time to ease up on her. “How are you feeling?” he asked in a much softer voice.
    Whoa! Change of pace? “Better.” She gave him her best smile. He turned and pulled another towel from the rack beside him and put it over her wet hair, rubbing her head softly to