The Disreputable Duke

rned up. He stared at her. What the fuck was she wearing? The cheap and poorly fitting navy business suit seemed odd f

through the door from the roof garden, probably due to Mick Jagger belti

, the curls cascading over her shoulders. Jasper couldn't see much of her figure; it was lost in that awful suit. She was slim, though, and of average height. He'd get an idea of how tall she was when he went to greet her. At six feet four most girls, wer

nd if they objected to the fact that she had wandered around this beautiful house alone, then they shouldn't leave the front door wide open. That was complete stupidity; even she could see the

though, about the kitchen. She had never seen anything so modern, all done out in curves, in rich exotic wood. She couldn't see her gran or someone of her age having a kitchen qu

tainly wasn't going to molest, harass or torment her. She was most definitely going to lay off men after Greg; her f

o face the room as Mick was suddenly silent, and a very

have shrunk in the wash as it left a gap showing a tanned stomach and part of his happy trail. His jeans covered in paint were resting low on narrow hips at the top of his very long legs. His feet were bare a

hanging in there, and let your hair down please," he was impatient a

ed her mouth, but not

to get at least the photographs taken for this painting if nothing else this morning." He closed his eyes when she didn't

quite painless. You just lay on the co

eeling complete disbelief. She

down the stairs after her, "Wait!" he yelled as he jumpe

jacket tight against her, and trying to breathe normally, her breath kept catching. Thankful that she hadn't bothered with mascara, she wiped the tears from her face with her hand

herself. She would go home and find something else to do: change career, anything but this. S

e man again. Oh, God, She had no choice. She had to go back. Setting her focus on retrieving her belongings. Ellie walked back to the house. She had an adva

thing she saw was that he had put socks and shoes on and changed his jeans, which were now black and not covered in pai

ard and looked

ft my

waved his hand towards the hall, i

eer to be a model, at least make sure they turn up. I wasted a whole

person he talked to, not entirely what she said, but she was just as an

he wouldn't leave me alone! You make it clear to her, Monica, I will not put up with it. Christ, it's me that's doing her a fuckin

his job after all. She ran down the stairs to the kitchen for her ba

down to the kitchen, wh

ome to pose for me. I had completely forgotten that you were coming today." He ga

gain. Jasper began to feel uneasy; he didn't want her to

how disorganized I am, and ever since my father

look after someone older than y

nd nodded, trying to look downcast an

"However, I'm not sure if looking after you

wled.

he could tell him about Greg. "I'm

spend most of my time upstairs in the studio; all you have to do is organize my diary for clients to come and see me, and that's it. You will have charge of t

unding. His voice was mesmerizing, and she didn't dar

. Please?" he said, adding one of his

y little money left; and unless she wanted to spend the night in a doorway

t one month's trial. I'm Eleanor Fox."

nior royals. Oh and foreigners – they seem to love it too, and the last person to call me sir was a schoolboy copper trying to book

. "You can c

inking that he could do with a large scotch after all this performa

picking the kettle up on his way and quickly removing a scarlet lace thong that was