Текст книги "Afterburn"
Автор книги: Sylvia Day
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A soft laugh bubbled up. “Dueling kitchens international.”
“More work to get the menu right, but when you can’t deliver two, up the ante to three.”
“Awesome.”
Lei rubbed her hands together. “With any luck, we’ll still be cracking open bottles of bubbly.”
I heard my desk phone ringing through the open door and stood.
She pushed her phone over to me. “You can get that here.”
Picking up the receiver, I hit the button for my line and answered.
“Miss Rossi, Ian Pembry. Good morning.”
I raised my brows and mouthed Ianto Lei. Her mouth curved.
“Good morning, Mr. Pembry. I was just thinking about you.”
“I was waiting for you to call, then I got impatient.” The warm amusement in his voice hit me the way I suspected it hit most women. There was no doubt about it; he had a great bedroom voice.
“Would you be available for lunch sometime?” I asked, shooting a look at Lei to make sure she’d be okay with it. She nodded.
“I’m flattered you’d choose me over Jackson,” he said, putting my back up. “But I was hoping for dinner instead. I have an engagement tonight and I need a date.”
Reaching over, I hit the speaker button. “What about Stacy?”
“She’s wonderful, of course, but I’d prefer to take you. You’ll want to come along, Lei,” he posited, addressing her directly, “and look out for your girl, which is fine. The more the merrier. It’s a formal event. Be at the Midtown heliport by six.”
Lei grinned, clearly enjoying the exchange although she didn’t reply.
“You’re assuming I don’t have plans on a Friday night,” I said.
“Don’t be offended, Miss Rossi.” He sounded amused. “It’s a compliment on your dedication. Lei wouldn’t have hired you if you didn’t put the job first. See you tonight.”
The line clicked off, and I set the receiver back in the cradle. “Well...what do you think?”
“I think we need to go shopping.”
* * *
WHEN I RETURNED to my desk, I found a package waiting.
I ripped into the brown paper wrapping and discovered a foiled box of chocolates inside. The surge of desire that pierced me at the sight of that particular brand—Neuhaus—and the memories it evoked quickened my breathing. My skin heated.
I’d had the Belgian truffles only once before, when I’d sucked them off the tips of Jax’s fingers. He’d melted them with the heat of his touch...then painted words over my body that he’d licked off with wicked lashes of his tongue.
Sexy Gia. Sweet.And my favorite– mine.
My thighs clenched, and I crossed my ankles, my core tightening in greedy demand. My body didn’t care that he’d dumped me without a word. It wanted Jax. Desperately.
The note attached was simple and unsigned.
I’d know you blindfolded.
* * *
I COULDN’T TELL you where Lei took us to buy gowns. It was a small, unmarked storefront that had a permanent Closed sign on the door. Appointments only. The moment Lei’s town car pulled up out front, we were ushered inside a showroom of quiet luxury and served champagne with ripe strawberries. There were no price tags in evidence anywhere.
The next hour passed in a blur of silks and taffetas. I was dazzled.
There had been times working with Lei that I had been exposed to a world far beyond anything I knew. I always struggled to hide my wide-eyed awe on such occasions, striving to take my cues from Lei, who seemed so natural and at ease. I had to remind myself that her background wasn’t so different from mine. She’d acquired polish over the years and so could I.
I was eyeing a black gown with lace cap sleeves when Lei set her hand on my shoulder.
“That’s too old for you,” she said.
I glanced at her. “I think it looks understated and elegant.”
“It does, for a woman my age. You’re twenty-five. Enjoy it.”
“I have to be careful,” I explained. My boss was slender as a reed, graceful and lithe. I was too curvy. “My boobs are too big. And so is my butt.”
“You’re sexy,” she asserted bluntly. “You play it down at work, which I understand and appreciate, but don’t waste it. It’s a terrible myth that a successful woman can’t be sexy without it ruining her credibility. Don’t buy into it.”
I caught my lower lip between my teeth. Looking around the showroom, I was intimidated by the reek of wealth it exuded. I was out of my league. The walls were draped in billowing ivory silk, for Christ’s sake, instead of wallpaper. And the finger sandwiches they had just brought out were sitting on a platter I was positive was pure, heavy silver. “Can you help me? I’m afraid I’ll make the wrong choice.”
“That’s what I’m here for, Gianna.” She gestured at one of the three women helping us. “Let’s see what you’ve got for young, beautiful and voluptuous.”
* * *
THE WHISTLES I got when I stepped out of my bedroom a few hours later both excited me and made me nervous. Denise had come home early to do my hair, bringing Pam, one of her stylists, with her to do my makeup. Angelo was sprawled across the couch watching stuff he’d recorded on the DVR, passing the time until his eight o’clock shift at Rossi’s.
“Wow,” my brother said, sliding up into a sitting position. “Who are you and what have you done with my sister?”
“Shut up,” Denise and I retorted in unison.
“She looks like a movie star,” Pam said, returning from the kitchen, where she’d been cleaning her cosmetic brushes. “One of the real goddesses, I’d say. A Raquel Welch or Sophia Loren.”
“Who?” Denise frowned.
But I got it. I’d always thought of my mom the same way.
The gown we’d chosen in the end was still black, but muchsexier. A jeweled brooch held the one shoulder strap together, with inky satin ruched across the bust, cinched at the waist with a thin diamond belt, then slit down the right leg from midthigh to hem. It occurred to me that it was a good thing Vincent was already at Rossi’s. He might’ve freaked a little at how much of my legs were showing. Nico, who was living in Jersey now, would’ve loved it.
Denise plopped down on the sofa with two beers in hand, passing one over to her husband and setting the other on the coffee table for Pam. She’d been sticking religiously to water and fruit juice since she had found out about the baby.
Gold hoops glittered from between the crimped mass of her hair. “Is Chad going, too?” she asked.
“I have no idea.”
“Is Jax?” Angelo added tightly.
I shrugged, but my pulse leaped. I had tried not to think about Jax when I’d been getting ready, but I couldn’t help hoping he could see me dolled up. I looked hot.
“You know better,” he warned.
“Yeah,” I agreed, “I do.”
My smartphone rang, and I knew Lei’s driver had arrived. “Gotta run!”
I hurried across the refinished hardwood of our joint loft to grab my heels, clutch and wrap from the bench by the door, waving at Pam before I exited through the open sliding front door. I skipped the temperamental old freight elevator and took the three flights of stairs to reach the street. Lei’s driver was used to the delay.
Nico, Vincent and Angelo had bought the loft with the expectation of fixing it up and selling it for a profit. I’d moved in after college and eventually bought Nico’s share when he moved to New Jersey. Then Vincent and I had split the cost of Angelo’s share when he’d moved out with Denise, giving the two of us 50 percent stake each. We’d been considering selling out when Denise found out she was pregnant, and she and Angelo moved back in to save money.
I liked coming home to a full house and missed Nico. I wasn’t sure what I’d have done with myself living alone. I think having someone around all the time had helped me focus on work and date less than I normally would have. I’d been comfortable with that, but maybe I had just been hiding from the fact I was nursing a broken heart. Maybe I should’ve faced that sooner. Certainly it was time to face it now.
Breathless from the rush, I slid into the open backseat of the town car and we headed to Lei’s. Her part of New York was a lot different from mine. She lived in Manhattan, a bridge distance away that could’ve been another world. We crossed the East River with the sun still hanging in the sky, the light’s reflection on the water broken by an industrious towboat.
It amazed me that I’d once believed Jax could fit in here. I had come to associate him so completely with D.C. that I could no longer imagine him anywhere else.
Except my bed. I had no trouble imagining him there....
* * *
I WAS CONSIDERING how best to finagle information out of Ian Pembry when the car pulled to a stop in front of Lei’s apartment building.
I’d seen her dress earlier, but it had a whole new impact with the hair and makeup to match. Emerald-green and Grecian in design, it glided over her willowy body as she exited her apartment building with a smile for her doorman. The rich hue of her gown showed off her flawless pale skin and emphasized the red of her lips, while a beautiful jeweled clip accented the silver strands at her right temple.
She settled on the seat beside me and I immediately caught her tension.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Sure.”
We were quiet as we took the short ride to the heliport, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Turning a corner, my gaze caught on a dog park and the boisterous furry bodies running wild and free inside it. Their playful exuberance and undisguised pleasure made me smile, despite the somber turn my reflections had taken all day.
I hated to admit it, but I was hurt that Ian knew about Jax inviting me to lunch. When Jax had called, I’d thought the request had come from the heart. I had believed it was personal, that he truly wanted to connect with me, even if it was only to apologize. I guess I’d always expected too much from Jax. When it came to him, my instincts were seriously faulty.
By the time we were strapped into a helicopter and lifting into the air, my attention had turned outward to Lei. She stared out the window as the ground dropped farther away, laying the city out for us in a spectacular blanket of setting-sun-drenched concrete and sparkling glass. I followed suit, absorbing the panorama. The entire day had been reflective of my experience working with Lei. My family had a microscopic view of the world and they liked it. I’d always wanted something bigger, a view with a much wider lens.
“Do you know where we’re going?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Ian’s making a point with this outing. I expect we’ll be wowed.”
* * *
AROUND EIGHT O’CLOCK I found myself exiting a limousine in front of a sprawling mansion in D.C. I’d been growing more anxious by the mile, starting when we boarded a private jet at the airport and increasing exponentially when the flight attendant advised us of our destination.
“He’s outdone himself,” Lei muttered as Pembry descended the sprawling home’s wide front steps to greet us.
The restaurateur looked impressively dapper in a classic tuxedo, his silvery-gray hair slicked back. He greeted me first by kissing the back of my hand, then turned his blue eyes onto Lei.
“You’re toying with one of my people,” she said coldly, watching impassively as he lifted her hand to his mouth. “You never used to be cruel.”
“I used to have a heart,” he drawled, “and then someone broke it.”
My gaze darted between the two, trying to read the vibrating tension between them. I got the sense I was being played and that everyone understood the rules but me.
Fine. If I kept my mouth shut and my ears open, I could catch up.
Ian turned and offered me his arm. “Shall we?”
He led me up the front steps with Lei trailing behind. A glance back at her proved she did so regally, her head held high on that long neck I envied. Light spilled out of the open double doors and limousines discharged their passengers in steady waves behind us. It was an amazing party and I hadn’t even crossed the threshold.
“I trust the flights were pleasant,” he said.
I glanced at him and found him watching me too carefully. “Yes, thank you.”
“Have you been to D.C. before?”
“My first time.”
“Ah.” He smiled, and I could see a hint of his charm. “Maybe you’ll consider spending the weekend. I have a town house in Georgetown. You’re welcome to use it.”
“That’s kind of you.”
Laughing, he unlinked our arms and set his hand at the small of my back, urging me through the doors before him. “I hope you’ll say more than a few words at a time as the evening progresses, Miss Rossi. I’d like to get to know you, especially since both Jackson and Lei have taken such an interest in you.”
My steps slowed when I saw what looked to be a receiving line. “What is this event?”
“A private fund-raiser,” he murmured near my ear.
I suddenly understood what Lei had meant by cruelty. “For a Rutledge?”
Amusement colored his voice. “Who else?”
Passing through the receiving line went quickly, with brisk handshakes from the men and slightly warmer handclasps by the women. All of them were perfectly groomed, without a hair out of place, and all had big practiced smiles with blindingly white teeth.
I was glad to get through and accept a glass of champagne from the tray of a smiling waiter. I was even happier to see Chad, who looked as uncomfortable as I felt. His face brightened when he saw us, familiar faces in an unfamiliar crowd, and he headed our way.
“I took the liberty of pairing Chad with you, Lei,” Ian said, his gaze sliding over her.
I searched the room for Jax. I didn’t see him, but then there were so many people milling around the ballroom we’d been shown to. A ballroom, for God’s sake, in someone’s house.
Who lived like this?
I swallowed a large gulp of the cool wine in my glass. Jax lived like this. The sleek businessman I’d seen at Savor fit in here, but not the lover I’d known.
You only thought you knew him....
Chad came up to me, sliding one finger beneath the collar of his dress shirt. “Can you believe this? I just met the governor of Louisiana. And he knew who I am!”
Ian’s smile was smug. But I still didn’t get it.
“How do politics and the food-service industry mix?” I asked him.
“Strange bedfellows, I admit.” He took my empty glass and swapped it for a fresh one as a waiter walked by. “But everyone eats.”
“Not everyone votes,” Lei said, catching her own glass.
“You were always much more conscientious about that than I,” Ian agreed. “What about you, Gianna? I can call you Gianna, can’t I? Do you exercise your right to vote?”
“Isn’t politics one of those topics it’s wiser not to discuss?” I eyed a passing tray of hors d’oeuvres and realized my nerves were too shot to even consider food.
“Why don’t we dance instead?” he suggested.
Figuring it might be a rare chance to speak to him alone, I agreed. Chad took my glass of champagne and downed it.
“I’ll warn you that I’m not a great dancer,” I told Ian as he led me over to the area reserved for dancing. I’d taken a few classes to build my confidence, but I never had a chance to dance formally outside of the studio and little time to practice anything beyond the basic steps. I had definitely never danced to a live orchestra before.
“Just follow my lead,” he murmured, pulling me close.
We blended into the few couples on the floor.
I was so focused on not stepping on his feet that I didn’t say anything for the first minute or so.
“Tell me how you know Jackson,” he said.
“I don’t know him.” And that was the truth, in every way that mattered.
Ian’s brows rose, his blue eyes searching my face. “Yesterday wasn’t the first time you’d met.”
“Since I’m sure you knew that before you brought him into the mix, I’m more interested in how you two know each other.”
“I know his father, Parker Rutledge. He introduced us.” He looked past me. “Speak of the devil.”
My spine stiffened. I turned my head, my steps faltering as I watched a man who looked eerily like Jax dancing with a very pretty younger woman.
The urge to leave the event was insanely strong. I had no business at a political fund-raiser, no place in a world that had nothing at all to do with my own. I couldn’t figure out how a pair of twin chefs had led me to this point in time and didn’t really care to puzzle it out at the moment anyway. A sinking feeling that the night would go from bad to worse was getting stronger.
“What was the reason you brought us here, Ian?”
He countered with a question of his own. “How ambitious are you, Gianna?”
“I’m loyal to Lei.”
He smiled. “I was, too. Unfortunately, you won’t find her to be as faithful in return. You know as well as I do that it’s not in Chad’s or Stacy’s interest to break up. They need each other.”
“They can make it on their own. They’re both talented in their own right.” My feelings of irritation grew. “Why couldn’t we have discussed this in New York?”
“I’m fighting for my livelihood. You have to expect that I’ll pull out all the stops.”
“Lei’s in your league. I’m not.”
“You feel out of place here,” he said softly, soothingly. “I know these people. I would love to help you make connections and find your way.”
I stared up at him. “Why are you offering me that? Because of Jackson? If you think I want to insinuate myself into his life, you couldn’t be more wrong about me.”
The song ended and I pulled back, ready to find Lei and see if she wanted to leave, too.
Pembry wisely got the hint and guided me off the dance floor. I was almost home free when a tall figure stepped into my path. I looked up and caught my breath, thinking for a split second that Jax had shown up after all.
Then I realized it was his dad.
“Ian,” Parker said, thrusting out his hand in greeting. His voice carried power in it, just as his posture did. The Rutledge patriarch controlled a family with serious political clout. His reach and influence were staggering if you thought about it, which I couldn’t help doing when he turned those dark eyes to me. “I don’t think I’ve met your lovely companion before.”
I was startled to hear his slight accent, one I couldn’t place.
Ian did the honors. “Parker, this is Gianna Rossi. Gianna, Parker Rutledge.”
“Hello,” I said.
“Miss Rossi, a pleasure. This is my wife, Regina.”
I looked at the blonde beside him, the one he’d been dancing with, and thought she couldn’t be much older than me. She certainly wasn’t old enough to be Jax’s mother. Even a great plastic surgeon couldn’t preserve someone that well. “Hello, Mrs. Rutledge.”
Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Regina, please.”
“Dance with me, Regina,” Ian said, holding a hand out to her with a flourish.
She looked at Parker, who gave a nod. She looked back at Ian. “I want you to tell me about that new chef you brought with you tonight. What type of food does he cook?”
“Modern Southern.”
“Really?” They moved off. “I’m having a dinner party in a few weeks. Do you think...?”
“You’d never know it from looking at her,” Parker said, setting his hand at my waist before I could decline. “But she loves to eat.”
“I have a hard time understanding people who don’t.”
Parker swept me into the dance with a flourish and I held on, forcing myself to breathe.
“Regina also loves a great party,” he continued. “But then she’s young and beautiful. Like you.”
“Thank you.”
“Your interest is hospitality, isn’t it? I believe that’s what Ian told me. You must enjoy a great party, too. What do you think of this one?”
“It’s...” I scrambled for an answer. “I’m still taking it in.”
He laughed and the sound wasn’t anything like Jax’s warm chuckles. Parker had a booming laugh, one that drew attention. It was oddly infectious. I felt my mouth curve reluctantly.
“Gianna,” he said, again with that hint of a regional accent. “An unusual name, isn’t it? Jackson knew a Gianna in Las Vegas a few years ago.”
As I’d expected, the evening was quickly moving from uncomfortable to disastrous. I had assumed I’d been a secret. Instead, it seemed Jax had been telling everyone about me. That didn’t give me the warm fuzzies.
“It’s a family name,” I answered tightly, feeling terribly awkward.
“It must have been a pleasant surprise, seeing him again.”
I studied him. Would Jax look like his father when he reached the same age? I hoped not. I hoped he’d have more laugh lines around the eyes and less tension around his beautiful mouth.
“I’m more surprised that Ian felt the need to involve him in our business.”
“I involved Jackson,” he murmured, looking over my head with narrowed eyes. “Ian did me a wonderful favor when he introduced me to Regina, so I help him whenever I can.” He looked at me again. “I wasn’t aware of you, though. I’ll assume Ian was.”
Unease slid down my spine. I felt like a clown fish swimming with sharks, in way over my head.
“Excuse me.”
God. The sound of Jax’s voice reverberated through me.
“I’m cutting in.”
Parker stopped and I turned my head, my heart pounding when I came face-to-face with Jax.
“I didn’t think you’d show,” Parker said to his son.
Jax glanced at me, then back at his father. “You didn’t give me a choice.”
For a second, I considered slipping away while the two men were occupied with staring hard at each other. Then Jax’s arm slipped around my waist from behind, pulling me into him and away from his father.
Parker glanced at me. “I’ll bow out and see you at dinner, Gianna. Enjoy yourself.”
Jax rounded me, cutting off my view of his dad’s retreating back. “You look amazing,” he said softly, pulling me closer.
My shoulders ached with tension. “I’m glad you approve.”
He took the first step and I followed.
“Breathe, Gia,” he admonished. “I’ve got you.”
“I don’t want to be here.”
“That makes two of us.” He caressed my back with a soothing brush of his hand. “I hate these things.”
“But you fit right in.”
His eyes were shadowed with an emotion I couldn’t name. “I was born into it. I don’t live in it.”
The heat of his body began to soak into mine. Every breath I took was filled with his scent; every movement he made sent echoes of memories sliding through me.
“That’s better,” he coaxed. “Relax into me, baby.”
“Don’t.”
“You’re in my world now, Gia. My rules.”
I shook my head. “I was tricked into coming here.”
He pulled me closer, his lips at my temple. “I’m sorry.”
“You just had to get that out, didn’t you? I don’t see why. Clearly I wasn’t the dirty little secret I thought I was.”
“Not dirty.” His voice lowered. “Except when you wanted me that way. A little rough, a lot hard. Jesus. You used to turn me inside out.”
I stepped on his foot on purpose.
His low laugh rippled through me.
“You’ve been drinking,” I accused, smelling the faint trace of liquor on his breath.
“Driven to it.” He pulled back, his jaw set. “I didn’t know it’d be so damn hard to see you again.”
“I’ll make it easier. Help me and Lei get out of here.”
“Not yet.” His soft mouth brushed over my brow. “I spent a night with your family. You owe me a night with mine.”
“Then do I get to disappear, never to be seen again?”
I really wanted to. Cinderella at the ball had turned into the unsuitable girl once more.
His chest brushed against my breasts as he urged me closer. “That’s the plan.”
* * *
JAX KEPT ME dancing through two more songs, bluntly refusing to relinquish me to Ian or two other gentlemen who attempted to cut in. I got the message as loudly as I’m sure everyone else did: I arrived with Ian, but I was now with Jax.
At that point, I decided to play my Cinderella role to the hilt. I kicked the voice in my head that had been depressing me for the past two days into a corner and flexed my toes in my proverbial glass slippers.
“I want champagne,” I announced abruptly.
Jax eyed me. “Is that right?”
“Yep.”
His eyes took on a wicked gleam I recognized. “Come on.”
Grabbing my hand, he led me off the dance floor and through the crowd. It surged around him, trying to pin us in, but he was adept at brusque acknowledgments and quick rejoinders. I caught sight of a familiar face, beautiful Allison Kelsey—the woman whose fiancé’s bachelor party had brought Jax and I together—then the view changed to a brightly lit hallway. From there, Jax led me through a swinging door into a massive industrial-sized kitchen buzzing with activity.
I looked around, noting the multiple cooking stations and the black-and-white service uniforms I’d only ever seen in movies. Jax snagged a bottle of champagne out of the hands of a waiter, slipped his ring finger around the stem of a flute in a practiced movement, then pulled me out a side door into another hallway.
“Where are we going?” I asked, still wary of being alone with him. I wanted him. I’d never stopped.
“You’ll see.”
The sounds of the party grew louder, and I ignored the pang of disappointment I felt at the possibility of rejoining it. Seriously, I had to make up my mind.
Jax led me through open French doors onto a terrace overlooking a magical garden. At least it looked that way to me, with its torch-lit gravel pathways and handsome old trees sparkling with white lights.
“Whose house is this?” I queried.
“It’s a Rutledge estate.”
The way he said it conveyed more ownership than the words themselves. “Right.”
“Pretend we crashed this party,” he said, leading me down cobblestone steps to a crescent-shaped marble bench.
I sat, watching as he poured champagne for me and passed me the glass. “Seems like we’ve been pretending all along, doesn’t it?”
Jax swigged straight out of the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, careless and a bit defiant. “Maybe. I still know you better than you think I do.”
“I don’t feel like I know you at all.”
“So get to know me,” he challenged. “What are you afraid of?”
I sipped my champagne. “Spinning my wheels and dead ends.”
“Can’t you just enjoy the ride?”
Oh, I’d love it. A surge of heated yearning pierced me.
He set the bottle on the bench beside me. “I’m going to kiss you.”
My breath caught. “No, you’re not.”
“Try and stop me.”
I surged to my feet. “Jackson—”
“Shut up, Gia.” He cupped my face in both hands and took my mouth.
For a moment I didn’t move, frozen by the feel of his lips on mine, so soft yet firm. Achingly familiar. Tender. His tongue licked along the seam. I opened up to him with a low moan and he slid inside.
I dropped my flute. Distantly, I heard it shatter, but didn’t care. My arms were draped across his broad shoulders; my fingers were in his silky hair. I was drinking him in, tasting champagne and Jax, lifting onto my toes to deepen the connection.
As always, he gave me what I demanded of him.
Holding me still, he ate at my mouth, stroking with the velvet lash of his tongue, nibbling with lips and teeth, sliding his lips back and forth across mine. Savoring me. Turning a simple kiss into an erotic melding that had me trembling with pleasure.
God, I’d missed him. Missed the way he made me feel.
He growled, the rough sound vibrating against me. His hands slid downward, rubbing along my back, holding me in place as he rolled his hips and brushed the thick length of his erection against my cleft. Desire shot through me, flushing my skin. He smelled delicious, the subtle fragrance of his soap mixing with the virile scent that was his alone. I wanted to wallow in him the way I used to, pressing my naked body to his until even air couldn’t come between us.
“Gia,” he murmured gruffly, his lips sliding along my cheek. “Christ, I want you.”
I closed my eyes, my hands fisting in the thick strands of his hair. I was on fire for him, my skin feeling too tight and sensitive. “You had me.”
“I made the right decision walking away.” His breath gusted over my temple. “That doesn’t mean I don’t regret it.”
A tiny voice of caution was screaming. “You’ll hurt me.”
“I’ll worship you.” One of his hands captured my nape. The other gripped my hip, urging me into the slide of his hardness against my clit. “You remember how it was. Hours with my hands and mouth on you, my cock inside you—”
“For how long?” My core was clenching, tightening in demand for an orgasm.
“Weeks.” He groaned. “Months. Jesus, I’m so hard it hurts.”
I struggled out of his hold. “I need more than sex.”
He let me go, but his gaze was fierce and hot. “I’ll give you everything I’ve got.”
“For a few weeks?” I trembled from the effort of staying away from him when he was all I craved. “A few months?”
“Gia.” Jax scrubbed his hands over his face. “Damn it. Take what I can give you.”
“It’s not enough!”
“It has to be. Christ... Don’t ask me to turn you into one of them!”
I jerked back, startled by his vehemence. “What are you talking about?”
He turned his back to the house and picked up the bottle of champagne, drinking deeply.
Confused, I studied him and saw only mulish determination. I looked past him into the ballroom, seeing the glittering couples inside. Lei appeared at that moment, walking onto the terrace with Chad on her arm.
In that moment I understood how badly I wanted to unravel the mystery of Jax, bad enough that I didn’t care how much it was going to cost me.
“Mind if we join you?” Lei asked as she and Chad approached.
Her eyes caught mine. I sank onto the bench, my body still throbbing with unappeased hunger.
Glancing at Jax, I found his eyes on me. A challenge was there in those dark depths. I held my hand out for the champagne, gripping the bottle by the neck when he handed it to me.
I lifted it in toast and drank to that dare.
Chapter 6
D ON ’ T DISAPPEAR . See me again....
Jax’s last words, whispered in my ear as we said goodbye, haunted me on the flight back to New York.
If I tangled with him I’d get hurt, because I would hope. I wanted more. But what choice did I have? I had to know what had gone so wrong before and what was still holding him back now. I’d always assumed it was me—who I was, where I came from—not meshing with who he was and what he wanted long-term.
I glanced at Lei, who was seated across from me on the plane, as she opened her clutch and withdrew a folded piece of paper. She slid it over and I smoothed it out on the table in front of us. I read the first paragraph, shot a look down to see the signature at the bottom, then lifted my head.
“Oh, my God... You got Chad to sign?”
“It’s a tentative agreement,” she qualified, “based on getting Isabelle and Inez on board—and you overseeing the first restaurant—but it’s got him on the hook.”
“Wow.” I refolded the document carefully, taking in the fact that I’d just been handed a major responsibility. “I can’t believe you had this with you. Did you know he’d be there?”
