I give my most adorable, “Yes, sir,” complete with a pout as he wraps me in the fluffy hotel robe and sets me on the bed. This isnotyour average hotel bed. It’s a massive, gilded four-poster monstrosity with a hand-carved headboard and marble columns, and thick, silken red and gold fabric draped over the canopy like dripping blood. It’s just sousthat Iallow myself to say it aloud and my voice doesn’t even shake.
“Can we get a bed like this for our house, Daddy?”
A deep rumble shakes his chest as he leans before me, setting different appetizers in front of my crossed legs.
“My baby talking commitment?” he says deep enough to be a moan. He palms his hardening dick, and Ihate that he’s still only taken off his shoes. “You trying to distract me from feeding you?”
“No!” Ilaugh, “I’m starving. But … do you like the bed?”
He hums in agreement, pouring me a glass of pinot noir.
“If it can stay in one piece after what I’m about to do to you, no loud creaks or cracks, I’ll buy you this exact one, Baby.”
He pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of me with my wine and food in my,someday, fit for a queen bed.
“Thank you,” Isay sweetly, and then my brain pings with info from earlier. “Hey! Why didn’t you tell me? Calvin Klein??”
He grins. “I wanted to surprise you, Baby.”
I pretend to fan myself and sip my wine, trying not to think about how wet I’d be if they let me on the set ofthatshoot. “You know, you used your powers again earlier.”More than once.
He looks at me strangely. “I was just giving myself hell fornotusing them. Like, why couldn’t Isense something fucked up was gonna happen in that stupid bougie place? Ican always feel it. What do you mean?”
“Well, it was just weird,” Isay as a bite of fig and goat cheese explodes across my taste buds. “I hadjustcalled Imogen mousey in my head, and a handful of minutes later, you called her, ‘Miss Mousey Mouse.’”
Jett laughs. “Oh, Ican read your mind now, can I?” Inod and bite into some sort of weird quiche. “If Icould do that, Iwould’ve used some insider information to maybe not be stuck in the friend zone for eight bloody years.”
“The thing is,Jett.” Ithrow a bread stick at him. “You could have just, oh, Idon’t know, fuckingtoldme!”
He huffs cutely and bites the breadstick after catching it midair. “No one cantellyou anything, Baby. You must know that. Everything has to be discovered on your own.”
I roll my eyes as if he isn’t totally right. He sets a mouthwatering pile of pasta in front of me before turning on the telly, miming the eating gesture and taping an imaginary watch gesture at me. Isigh, eat my pasta, and look at what he put on. It’s our steamy UK dating show that we can never pay much attention to. Even if my mandidn’thave a raging case of unmedicated ADHD, Istill don’t think I’d be riveted because, let’s face it, Jett is a fucking marvel.
He’s entrancing and he’s fascinating and a million times more interesting than some bland, six-five guy built like a fridge filled with muscle milk. Like right now, I’m about to find out if Lexie is going to pick Brendan or Brandon to share her bed tonight. Snore. But Idon’t need to be entertained by it anyway because I’m getting a really good show in front of the telly.Pacingin front of it.
Jett gives me a sly smirk and runs his fingers down his suspender straps from the shoulders, giving them a little snap in the middle, then continues sliding them down the straps painfully slowly until his fingers meet the clips. He flips both clips at his beltline and the suspender straps go flying behind him. My mouth hangs open and there may be drool andnotfrom the pasta.
“Eight more bites,” he instructs. What is with this man and that number?He slowly unbuttons his black shirt, which hides all of his tattoos, and transforms him into someone else. He leaves the shirt unbuttoned but still on, and Isigh before making myself eat more. He toys with the button on his pants just to torture me before finally popping it and moving thezipper down one agonizing tooth at a time. Iget so impatient that Istart shoveling in bites. “Slower, and I’ll come over there.”
I chew my eighth bite carefully and am rewarded with Jett kicking his slacks off and slinking towards me. Imove the food to my bedside table. “I’ll eat more after, promise.” And he chuckles softly.
“I got you one more present, Baby.”
“Jett, enough spoiling. Ijust need you, not anything else.”
“I’m decidedlynotJett right now, and the present ison me,so there.”
He grips the footboard of the bed so he’s only inches away. My pulse starts racing. “On you? Show me, sir, please.”
“Yesterday, Iwoke up missing you so badly that Ipulled up our hot tub video.Fuckif we couldn’t sell that for millions. You’re so fucking perfect, Baby. Icame in an instant watching us together, watching you.”
I clench my thighs together, picturing his abs coated in his sticky release while he groans my name. His absaremy third favorite body part of his after all, behind his eyes and Keane, of course.
“But like, it wasn’t enough; it only made me fixate on you more. And my bass player hit traffic, and my sound tech overslept, and you just kept buzzin’ under my skin. There’s a shop next door to the studio, and Sy only gets mad if Iuse a different artist when I'm in the States, so Ithought, why not buzz youontomy skin?”
I gasp as Jett peels off his button-up and tosses it behind him. Again, it’s a good thing I’m not standing. He has a protective rectangle of plastic covering his left pectoral. My brain starts screamingJett! You can’t, that’s insane!But that isn’t going to change the very fresh but still verypermanentnew ink on his chest. Istare in shock with my hands over my mouth for several seconds before planting my palms on his shoulders and zooming my eyes on the new dagger over his heart. It’s a traditional tattoo that’s the length of his pec, withBabyappearing to be etched onto the blade that drips droplets of blood down his torso. My fingers ghost over the ink with maybe a millimeter of space between.
“Please tell me you love it, Princess. Iwould’ve gotten you a heart, but Ithought you might find it cheesy, or roses for my Matilda Rose, but since Ialready have those on my hips, Ithought…”
