Page 12 of The Sniper
Oh shit.He’s even more handsome than I first thought.Deep blue eyes, strong cheekbones, and long, thick lashes meet mine.
“Jayden Rogers,” he says firmly, holding out a hand for me to shake as his gaze runs down the length of my comically clad body.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised when his brows bunch as I take his hand.Those stunning eyes snap back up to mine, controlled and intense as I swallow deeply.
Holy hell, I’ve seen a lot of sexy men in my life, living in Hollywood and surrounded by leading men, but no one has taken my breath away like he just has.
Remember, he knows about the sex toys.
Oh, dear God.
I snap out of it and finally speak.“Hello.Tiffany Stallone.Nice to meet you.Come in.”
Stepping back, I watch as he crosses the threshold, and after one last glance, Jayden begins to survey the interior of my home.
He’s former military, without a doubt.Which I was expecting.Black Hawke Security promoted its services as paramilitary and claims to be the best of the best.
I bet Jayden knows exactly what he’s doing at work...and in the bedroom.
Filthy—deliciously filthy—images fill my mind, and I’m grateful his back is to me.I’m sure my face shows my every thought.
“Thank you.”I follow him as he wanders further into the lobby, then half turns to let me pass.
We continue into the living room.He doesn’t comment on my home or the beautiful décor.Most people do, but it would be inappropriate for him to do so, and I’m glad he hasn’t.
Likely, he thinks my father paid for it.
I hate that he’s right.
For now.
“What can I get you to drink?”I ask and spot my housekeeper, Terese, who stands near the doorway.She comes for a few hours twice a week.
“Water is fine,” Jayden says, and I can’t help but feel he’s taken up all the oxygen in the room.He’s six feet four inches at least and has dark blond hair, and to make matters even worse, he has a goddamn southern accent.
Oh, my ovaries.
“Water for both of us, please, Terese.”I smile, and she heads off to get our drinks.I sit in a striped navy armchair and indicate that he should do the same.“Texas?”
“Yes, ma’am.Fort Worth,” he answers with a twang and grin.
“I’m not old enough to be called ma’am.Yet.”I faux gasp and thank Terese when she returns with our drinks.
Jayden clears his throat after taking a sip and places it carefully on the side table.Then his eyes lift to mine.“Were you not expecting me?”
I place my hand on my sunhat and press it firmly in place.“Yes.Why?”
I can almost read his mind.Do you always wear some absurd outfits while walking around your house?
I decide to distract him with a smile.One I’ve been practicing all my life for the cameras.One dad taught me where I let my eyes crease.
A smile starts in your eyes, Tiffany.If you want to be believed, on or off screen, remember your eyes.
Rather than respond with a smile of his own, Jayden has a gruff dominance where he holds his own space.I feel a shiver run through me.In a world of fake everything in this town, I’m so charmed by this southern man.
I bet he has a girlfriend.
My eyes dip to his hand.
