The One He's Been Looking For. Joanna SimsЧитать онлайн книгу.
kitchen and dining area. Amaya was sitting at the small dining table eating sushi with finely carved black-and-gold chopsticks.
“Coffee?” Jordan asked her roommate at the top of the stairs.
Amaya nodded and pointed to the kitchen. Jordan grabbed a cup of coffee for herself and one for Jo before she headed to the table.
“What time did you get in?” Amaya asked in her Cambodian-accented English. She had twisted her silky blue-black hair into a thick topknot at the crown of her head and she still had a smudge of purple eye shadow above her dark chocolate eyes from the night before.
Jordan slumped into her chair and gratefully took a sip of piping-hot coffee. “Three, four. I’m not sure, really.”
Her roommate swallowed a bite of food before she said, “What’s up with that picture you sent to me last night? Who is that guy?”
Jordan dropped her head onto her arms with a groan. “He’s a photographer. Wants me to model for him.”
Jo’s eyes widened. “The Armani guy wants you to model for him? You didn’t tell me that!”
“Jesus...he’s not the Armani guy. His name is Ian Sterling.”
“Seriously, Jordy? I can’t believe you didn’t recognize him.” Her twin shook her head as she searched for something on her phone. Once she found what she was looking for, she held up the device triumphantly. “Take a look at this, sis. Tell me that isn’t the same guy.”
Chapter Three
Jordan’s forehead wrinkled as she stared at the photograph on Jo’s phone. It took a split second for her to recognize Ian in the Armani ad. His hair was longer and his face thinner, but there was no doubt it was Ian. No wonder he looked so familiar to her! She had this exact ad hanging up in her room...framed. How had she missed that?
“Ho-ly crap.” she muttered. “He’s the frickin’ Armani guy.”
“Told you,” Jo said smugly.
“What am I missing?” Amaya asked.
“Jordan had this ad hanging above her bed when we were in high school—she used to kiss the guy’s picture every night. Swore she was going to marry him,” Jo said, before she blew on her coffee.
“Do you think that might have been an overshare of my personal information?” Jordan asked her sister.
Jo ignored her and continued, “As it turns out...” She turned the phone toward Amaya. “This guy and the guy from last night are one and the same.”
“Freaky.” Amaya studied the picture. “He’s seriously hot.”
“Yes,” Jordan agreed, as her high school fantasies flooded her brain. “He is.
“Does he really look that good in person or was he edited to look like that?” Amaya asked before she took another bite of her sushi.
Jordan shook her head. Ian Sterling didn’t need to be edited. He was damn near perfect. “No. He really does look like this.”
She groaned as she dropped her head into her hands and rubbed her temples. How could she have missed this when she’d found him on Google? How could she have missed it when she’d sat across from him on the trolley? And now she was supposed to go to his studio—the Armani guy’s studio—looking as if she had been on a week-long bender? Unimaginable.
“Start from the beginning—tell us everything,” Jo said, her blue eyes sparkling.
Jordan lifted her head and took a deep breath in through her nose and then blew it out. She told them everything—from Ian saving her from a ticket to him tracking her down at the condo and offering her a job.
She finished her story with, “I’m supposed to go to his studio today for a test shoot.”
Jo smiled at her as she reached out and shook her arm. “It’s serendipitous! You always make fun of me when I tell you stuff like this happens. But come on.... What are the chances?”
“Slim to none,” Jordan admitted as she stared at the Armani ad.
Amaya asked bluntly, “And you’re sure he’s not a wacko who’s gonna chop you up and stuff you in his freezer, right?”
“I’m pretty sure he’s not a psycho.” Jordan said.
“Then this is great news. You’re saved! Rent’s due in a week and I can’t cover the spread for both of us again this month.”
“Why did she have to pay your rent last month?” Jo asked, concerned.
“It’s not a big deal.” Jordan brushed off the question before she responded to Amaya. “I don’t think I can do it. I feel like death warmed over and...”
Amaya gave her an incredulous look. “Let me get this straight. You’ve got a hot photographer wanting to pay you to take your picture, and you don’t know? Are you nuts? You’ve gotta pull it together, Jordy, and go make bank. If you don’t, you’re gonna have to take up panhandling, or even worse, go crawling back to your family. You don’t want that, do you?”
“God, no!” Jordan knew her roommate was right. She was almost broke and the last thing she wanted to do was run back to her parents for money, not with her mom’s one-woman campaign to get her to move back to Montana.
Jo continued to stare her down as Amaya took her plate to the kitchen. “What?” Jordan asked defensively.
“Why didn’t you make rent, Jordy? What happened to the money you get from Grandpa’s trust?”
“That stopped once I dropped out of graduate school. I won’t get the balance until I’m thirty.” She shook her head.
“And you couldn’t ask Mom and Dad? I know they’d help out.”
Jordan sighed in frustration. “Of course they would. But there’s always strings attached with Mom, and you know it. And for some reason, ever since...Daniel, she’s fixated on the idea of me moving back to Montana. She already has Tyler at the ranch with her—why is she hell-bent on having me there, too?”
“You’re the baby.”
“By ten minutes!” Jordan exclaimed. Her mother had had five children. Luke, the eldest son, had had an identical twin named Daniel, who had died in the Iraq war. Tyler, the middle child, was being groomed to take over Bent Tree, the family ranch, once their father retired. And then there was Josephine, and finally herself—the baby of the family.
“You know she only wants what’s best for you,” Jo said as she finished her coffee.
“I know.” Jordy agreed easily. “But she’s driving me crazy—and this time she’s just flat-out wrong.”
“Well, sis, if you’re gonna keep a roof over your head or have the occasional meal, it looks like your best bet is to take Mr. Armani Ad up on his offer.”
Jordan stared at her twin for several seconds and let her words sink in. She couldn’t deny that her levelheaded sister had a point.
“Crap.” Jordan finally dropped her head into her hands yet again. She had no doubt this was going to shape up to be a horrifying day.
* * *
Jordan arrived at the Samuel Fox Lofts at 12:30 p.m. She made certain that she parked legally before heading up to the third floor. She pulled Ian’s business card from the back pocket of her skintight black jeans and looked for the apartment number. At the end of the hall, she found the loft door adorned with a small plaque that read Sterling & Axel Photography.
Jordan opened the door and stepped into a small reception area decorated with high-fashion photographs featuring models and actresses alike. There wasn’t a receptionist sitting at the desk, so she walked over to the next door and opened it slowly. She poked her head