{"id":259779,"date":"2026-07-13T17:13:17","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:13:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/engaged-to-jarrod-stone-carole-mortimer\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:13:17","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:13:17","slug":"engaged-to-jarrod-stone-carole-mortimer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/engaged-to-jarrod-stone-carole-mortimer\/","title":{"rendered":"Engaged To Jarrod Stone – Carole Mortimer"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u2018Open it and see,\u2019 he encouraged. Like most people Brooke had a natural curiosity and she reluctantly took the box, ripping off the lid to sort through the tissue-paper inside. Nestling amongst the paper was a silky gown, dazzlingly white in colour. She pulled it out with shaking hands and held it against her. It was a beautiful gown, Grecian in style, and Brooke loved it on sight. She looked at Jarrod over its silky folds. \u2018For me?\u2019 she breathed softly. He gave a soft throaty chuckle.<\/p>\n

\u2018Well, it isn\u2019t for me.\u2019 She blushed. \u2018I know that, but I\u2014 Why is it for me?\u2019 She was still hoping he had remembered her birthday. \u2018Just put it on and then we\u2019ll go out.\u2019 \u2018But I\u2014\u2019 \u2018Brooke!\u2019 he said warningly. \u2018Go and change.\u2019 She hurried quickly to her room, anxious to do as he said. She rushed into the bathroom, washing quickly before applying a light make-up. Thank goodness she had washed her hair earlier and the red lights were very pronounced.<\/p>\n

The dress fitted her perfectly and she could only wonder at Jarrod\u2019s correct assessment of her size. That certainly hadn\u2019t been in her file! The gown had a plunging neckline, making it impossible for her to wear a bra, and she felt slightly self-conscious as she saw how her breasts were emphasised under the thin material. She felt even more so a few minutes later as Jarrod\u2019s grey eyes roamed freely over her body, lingering slightly on her firm uptilted breasts.<\/p>\n

She looked back at him below lowered lashes, longing for his approval. \u2018Do you like the, dress?\u2019 He watched her closely. She smiled shyly. \u2018Do you?\u2019 His eyes darkened. \u2018You look beautiful in it.\u2019 \u2018Thank you. You have excellent taste. I would never have bought a dress in this style for myself.\u2019 \u2018That\u2019s a shame, because you have the perfect figure for it.\u2019 He looked at his wrist-watch. \u2018We have to go now, Brooke.\u2019<\/p>\n

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Re-read this classic romance by USA Today bestselling author Carole Mortimer Brooke Faulkner is tired of hearing about all the women her boss, notorious playboy billionaire, Jarrod Stone, has affairs with\u2026 Deciding to teach Jarrod a lesson, Brooke announces to the press that Mr. Stone is finally getting married. And the bride-to-be?<\/p>\n

Brooke herself! But her joke backfires when Jarrod announces he has every intention of holding her to the engagement\u2026 And before long Brooke\u2019s fervently wishing for their mock engagement to be a real one\u2026! Originally published in 1980 OceanofPDF.com Engaged to Jarrod Stone Carole Mortimer OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER ONE BROOKE sat down at the reception desk, turning to face the girl who sat behind her.<\/p>\n

\u2018Has he arrived yet?\u2019 Jean gave her an innocent look. \u2018Has who arrived?\u2019 Brooke gave her an impatient glance. \u2018You know very well who. Don\u2019t tease this morning, Jean.\u2019 Her friend quirked one eyebrow. \u2018Had one of those nights, did you?\u2019 \u2018Morning, actually. Has he arrived?\u2019 \u2018I gather you mean Mr Stone? Then yes, he arrived about ten minutes ago.\u2019 \u2018Oh damn!\u2019 Brooke frowned her displeasure.<\/p>\n

\u2018Why? Did you want to see him?\u2019 \u2018Not really.\u2019 She pursed her lips. \u2018I\u2019m\u2014 He\u2014 What did he look like?\u2019 She watched the other girl closely. Jean gave her a strange look, dealing hurriedly with a call that came through on her switchboard. They weren\u2019t due to open until nine o\u2019clock, and yet invariably there were calls coming through before then. \u2018How do you think he looked?\u2019 she said finally. \u2018How does he always look\u2014 gorgeous. Just as tall, dark, and handsome as usual.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018He didn\u2019t look\u2014well, different?\u2019 Jean gave a firm shake of her head. \u2018He always looks the same, he always acts the same. He walks in here, gives me an arrogant nod of his head, and then walks straight into his private lift. He does the same thing in the evenings, only in reverse. The man\u2019s as impersonal to his employees as the machines he produces. Three years I\u2019ve worked here now, and he still wouldn\u2019t recognise me if he saw me out in the street.\u2019<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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