Chapter Three
Jordan
“Who is she?” I asked while lifting my coffee mug to my lips.
“Hmm?” Adam glanced up from the pile of scrambled eggs on his plate, his brow raised. “Who?” he asked around a mouthful of food.
“The dark-haired woman with all the curves. Natalie.” The woman who had snagged my attention in a way no woman had for years. Shy, seemingly sweet, and deliciously curvy.
His gaze narrowed as he chewed, studying my face. “Lily’s personal assistant.”
“That’s what she told me, but who is she?”
Still studying me, Adam wiped his mouth with a napkin, a knowing glint appearing in his eyes. “Caretaker to her younger sister who just graduated from high school. Sole provider for their family of two. Hard worker, quiet—a natural submissive.”
“You’re sure on that last bit?”
“I’d wage
