“Can you put some clothes on already?”
“Now why would I do that?”
I shoot a sideways glance at Emmy, who looks like he’s trying to look busy. I narrow my eyes at the back of his head.
“We’ve barely started dating and you’re already so possessive,” he coos. “I don’t hate it.”
“I am not. And we’re not dating. Officially… yet.”
Jesse snorts. “If you say so, baby,” he says teasingly.
I blush harder and look around. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” His grin is so wide, it’s evil.
“Call me baby like that.”
“But you like it when I call you baby.”
“Not in public!” I whisper-shout.
Jesse laughs loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. I look at the floor and try to pretend I’m invisible. Unfortunately, I’m the largest person in the room by far, so it’s not that easy.
Someone comes up behind me, and Jesse rolls his eyes. “Luc, I want you to meet my manager, Blake Holland. He’s a bit of a tyrant sometimes, but it’s only because he’s seen me at my worst. He’s a genuinely good guy if you overlook his whole band-daddy shtick. Blake, this is myfriendLuc.”
Blake rolls his eyes, but gives me a genuinely apologetic smile. He reaches for my hand, shaking it firmly. “It’s nice to meet you.I’m sorry about earlier. I was rude. I get a little in my head when things get behind schedule.”
“I understand,” I say, too embarrassed to say more. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” I look up at Jesse. “I really do need to go. I’ve got to get back to Shreveport, and you have work to do here.”
“Shreveport?” Blake asks, concerned. “Do you have a flight out? Need me to call a car?”
“No need,” Emmy says, stepping into our circle. “I already called a car for you, and the jet is waiting.”
Blake looks like he’s trying to swallow his objections and they taste bad, but he manages a grin and nods. “Very good. Well, it was nice to meet you. Jesse, Myra is ready for you. Try not to make her wait any longer, will you?”
“Yes, sir,” Jesse snarks. He looks at Emmy. “On point as always, Mr. Keller. Thank you for pulling that together so quickly.”
Emmy preens at the praise. And honestly, I get it. I can’t even fault the little guy. Hell, I even like him, but I still kind of want to punt him.
Said little guy turns his sunny demeanor on me. “Your car should be here any minute,” he says, checking his phone. “Take the penthouse elevator down to the basement level, and the driver will meet you there. It’s a private entrance, so you won’t have to worry about meeting any fans.” He holds up a to-go cup and a folded paper bag. “I know you said you weren’t hungry, but I didn’t believe you, so I made you something for the road.”
I blink down at him. “Um, wow. Thank you.” I accept the goodies and smile at Emmy. He’s impossible not to like, and Ikind of hate it. “I really appreciate you,” I say, and I’m surprised to see him preen the same way he did at Jesse’s praise.
Jesse chuckles and places a hand at the small of my back to guide me out of the hotel room and back into the marble foyer. The elevator opens immediately, and he steps on with me.
“Myra is waiting for you,” I remind him, even though I have no idea who Myra is. “And you’re still only in your underwear.”
He smirks. “Myra can wait.”
The moment the elevator doors are closed, he’s in my space. He grabs the bag of food and drink from me and sets them on the floor, then presses me against the wall and absolutely ravishes my mouth. Fuck, I’d be such a slut if kissing was like this with everyone.
My eyes catch the glowing number over the elevator. We’re only about a third of the way down, with no chance of being stopped since this is a private elevator.
So I bend down and pick him up, wrapping his legs around my waist and turning us around so I’m pressing him into the wall. I rock into him, barely able to keep myself from whimpering because my dick is desperate for him already.
It’s not just my dick, though. I’m going to miss him. His company, our conversations, his presence.
The elevator dings, and I let Jesse down as the doors are sliding open. Cory stands on the other side.
