“You’re a mess,” he murmured, handing me more tissues for the cum on my hand and clothes.
One of his hands held the side of my face while he carefully wiped around my eyes, nose, and mouth.
Instead of cleaning up my dick with the tissues he’d handed me, I continued to stare at him in shock. Who the fuck was this guy?
When he was done, he cleared his throat and stood up, stepping away from me and straightening his clothes. “Maybe now you’ll stop fidgeting.”
And then he was gone.
The door to the compartment closed again, leaving me alone with cold cum drying on my cock and hand.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed.
I stared at the door for another beat before hearing the muffled sounds of the flight attendant asking him a question about his coffee. I quickly moved to the rear lavatory and cleaned myself up, taking advantage of the healthy supply of luxury toiletries in a little cubby next to a stack of fluffy hand towels.
When I returned to the front of the plane, the flight attendant was setting the table with a white cloth and gleaming silverware. She made casual conversation with an attentive Locke, who was asking her about a recent visit home to visit her parents in Montana.
“Montana’s beautiful. I’ve always wanted to spend some time there,” Locke mused.
“My family has a place in Montana,” I volunteered, stupidly wanting some of Locke’s attention. “In a tiny town called Legacy.”
I didn’t realize my mistake until I saw the surprise on his face. “They do? What kind of place?”
Yes, Jett, what kind of place would go-go boy Jethro’s family have?Fuck.
Why hadn’t I thought to refresh my memory about the finer points of Jethro’s cover story, when I’d literally lived a dozen lives since I’d last been Jethro?Double fuck.
The answer, I realized, was that I’d spent my time googling Locke instead.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Oh, uh… I just meant I have a couple of cousins who live there,” I backtracked, waving a hand vaguely.
I tried not to think about what an understatement that was. My grandparents had bought a piece of land in Legacy years ago, large enough for them to give each of their children and grandchildren a parcel. At any given time, there were at least adozen Marians in town and tens of thousands of acres of land under Marian ownership.
I was incredibly glad Rocky wasn’t here to see her “experienced operative” now.
“I know where Legacy is,” Kayla said excitedly. “One of my friends from high school lives there. What’s your cousin’s last name?”
I forced the name Marian back into its hidey-hole and shot her a friendly smile. “Johnson,” I said. “They’re actually my dad’s cousins. Linda and Peter Johnson. Linda works at the grocery store in town, or at least she did the last time I heard anything about them. But it’s been years.”
I felt Locke’s eyes on me as I carefully turned the conversation back around to Kayla, asking her where she’d enjoyed traveling with her job.
After the meal, I pretended to take a nap in order to keep from saying anything else stupid. Thankfully, my exhaustion took care of the rest and turned the fake nap into a real one.
11
LOCKE
I watchedJett sleep in the wide, leather chair across from me.
The man was a mystery.
Prior to bringing him to the Paxis tournament, I’d had my corporate security team run another background check on him to see if there was anything more to learn since I’d last run a check three years ago.
There was nothing new, with the sole exception of his address. Jett’s current address was in Queens, which made no sense based on where Demarius had dropped him off the other night. But this wasn’t a huge surprise. The man was a sex worker. Not, I imagined, a demographic known for consistently sleeping at their legal addresses.
Because of his background and the services I required of him, I’d insisted on a clear STI panel in addition to the updated background check.
It should have been enough to satisfy my curiosity about him.
