Page 41 of Midnight Danger

“Ugh!” I muttered, flinging my head back. His presence here actually helped to steady my emotions, and he gave the best foot massages in the world.

There was a knock on the door and Xavier set my feet on the sofa so he could go and open it. Jordan stood there looking grim. He pushed past Xavier, who locked the door again.

“Sorry to interrupt.” He didn’t look sorry, he appeared pissed.

I lifted my feet for Xavier to slip back into his previous position of chief foot massager.

“What’s up?” Xavier asked.

“What the fuck is your father playing at? He knows those properties are hot and that we are all under scrutiny right now!” Jordan trailed his fingers through his hair, his expression saying he’d prefer to punch something.

“Top filing cabinet drawer,” I said.

Jordan stared at me for several seconds before opening it. A grin emerged as he pulled out a bottle of whiskey. “I knew I liked you.”

“Glasses are in the next drawer down.”

Another knock sounded on my door. Jordan opened it and Megan stood there. He held it open for her to enter before he locked it again.

“Is there really any point in locking it?” I asked in disbelief.

Megan hadn’t been happy about the start of my relationship with Xavier, and she was even less happy when she discovered I’d been assaulted after I ran away. She lifted four glasses from my middle drawer and set them on my desk. “What’s happening?” she whispered.

“What makes you think anything is happening?” Jordan mock whispered, his dark eyes watching her with predator precision.

“Everyone is talking about the showdown in the office. They think you’re in here trying to silence Cas.” Her eyes were huge when they landed on me. “Just tell me if they’re trying to intimidate you.”

Jordan laughed and I wasn’t sure whether I was supposed to be scared or amused. The sound was unnatural, considering I’d decided he was a psychopath. “That woman has Zee wrapped around her little finger. I would suggest your statement is the wrong way around.”

Megan took the bottle from Jordan and poured four glasses. He took one and poured it into the end glass to make it a double, lifting another to hand to Xavier.

“Jay!” Megan gasped.

His right eyebrow lifted, and her gaze dropped immediately. “Cas is pregnant and can’t drink. At this rate, your attitude will need an adjustment.”

Megan’s cheeks flushed at his words until they all finally registered. Her eyes flashed to mine. “Pregnant? How did that happen?”

Jordan glared again and she chewed the side of her mouth. He said she’d been his sub, I could see that she wanted to obey him, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. It was an interesting concept, considering Megan was always in charge and bossing me around.

Xavier downed his drink in one gulp and raised his glass in a silent salute to Jordan. “I can answer that one,” Xavier replied. “When I discovered that the sexy solicitor with the fake fuck-me glasses on was the woman who’d dumped me in The Midnight Rooms, I followed her to her office. Considering that I don’t generally have sex during meetings, I didn’t have any condoms with me, and so it’s entirely possible that our future child was conceived on that desk, or against the window, or maybe on this sofa.”

Jordan chuckled as Megan’s gaze followed Xavier’s description to every surface in the room he mentioned.

“Ignore him, Meg. He’s being a dick.” I nudged his stomach with my toes, making him grin in response.

She sank into a chair and stared at me. “Al will be furious when he finds out.”

“In fairness, neither of us knew who each other was until after all the contracts had been signed,” Xavier said. “If Alastair Benson has a problem, he can speak to me about it.”

My life was descending into chaos until I barely knew what was happening anymore.

“We gotta go, Zee, and find out what your dad’s planning. This won’t stop him,” Jordan said, setting his glass on my desk. He placed a kiss on Megan’s forehead and the way she looked up at him sent shivers down my spine. She never once looked at her ex-fiancé like that, and I’d never witnessed Jordan showing any form of affection to anyone.

“You need to go home,” Xavier chastised me. “Your scan is next week and the doctor said you needed to rest after the attack.”

“I have work to do,” I protested.

Xavier gave me a look which made me stop talking. He rarely ever got all alpha male around me. He wore silk gloves when dealing with me when the rest of the world got his fists of steel. “Get your coat, we’ll drop you off on the way through.”

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