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When was the last time he’d done that? Just got into his car and taken off? Shit, never. Not since he’d become an overnight sensation. It hadn’t been safe, and he’d been too busy. Now, when he went out, fans mobbed him, paparazzi were always in his face, and his schedule had been too tight over the past decade.
“You have an interview with Rolling Stone in the morning,” Mendez reminded him. “Then a luncheon with Rachael Patsy.”
Jack groaned. He did not want to see Rachael. His ex-girlfriend who wasn’t his ex-girlfriend. He’d basically paid her to be his arm candy, to accompany him to events and dinners. He’d broken things off with her when she’d started hinting at a real relationship, something Jack couldn’t give her. In the past he had tried to be with women, but his dick never worked, even though the women had been hot as fuck.
“I’ll cancel both.” Jack swallowed the rest of his whiskey, loving the way it burned on its way down. Nothing like numbing your problems, even for a little while. “Take our bags to the car.”
“You want to leave now?” Mendez looked skeptical, as if Jack was being irrational. He’d been the only bodyguard Jack had let get away with questioning him. The others had always followed his orders, unless those orders had endangered Jack.
But he needed to get out, to run from the news he’d gotten this morning. To just be free for a few days and feel as if the weight of the world wasn’t crashing down on his shoulders.
As sexy as Mendez was, and as drawn to the guy as Jack seemed to be, the man was starting to piss him off. “Yes, now.”
He was used to his people doing what he wanted. Jack wasn’t an unreasonable guy. He wasn’t high maintenance, either. His mama had taught him to keep both feet planted firmly on the ground. Jack was polite, had manners, signed autographs when a fan asked, and took pictures with them on their cell phones.
But he paid Driscoll Security a lot of money. A crazy amount, which meant it wasn’t Mendez’s job to question him. God, he sounded like a jerk, but Jack really wanted to get out of Vegas. He felt his hometown calling to him, igniting his blood.
“Yes, sir.” Mendez went into Jack’s room and grabbed his luggage. How on earth did the guy carry those heavy bags? In one hand, no less.
“You know you can call downstairs for a trolley.” Though that would rob Jack of watching all of Mendez’s muscles flex as he moved. The guy had a rocking body that Jack wouldn’t mind being trapped under as he begged Mendez to fuck him harder.
Jack blinked several times to clear away the images that popped into his head. He just bet Mendez would rock his world. The guy looked like he knew how to please a lover.
Shit, stop thinking about that.
“I got it.” Mendez said as he headed for the door. “Make sure you haven’t left anything behind, Mr. Dane.”
Jack ground his teeth. “Jack. Call me Jack.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Dane.” Mendez opened the door. “Coming?”
If only.
It had been forever since Jack had had sex. He had to be careful. His old bodyguard would discreetly find Jack a one-night stand, a male body that cured all his ills.
But he was tired of meaningless sex, a different face every time. That had gotten old a long time ago, and his hand just wasn’t cutting it lately.
Jack grabbed the bottle of whiskey and headed for the door. He couldn’t get out of Vegas fast enough.
* * * *
Mendez glanced over at Jack as the guy slept in the passenger side of his red Mercedes. His tan looked even better against the cream seat, though Mendez didn’t like how pale Jack appeared. He also thought his impromptu visit to Willow Point was out of character for him.
Not that Mendez had known Jack long enough to assume that, but he’d learned the man’s habits and behavior fast enough. Even if that wasn’t part of Mendez’s job, he would have learned about Jack anyway.
Considering Jack Dane was his mate.
That had been a crazy discovery when Mendez had been introduced to his new client. A single handshake and Mendez had known. The touch had been electrifying, and Jack had smelled like a crackling fire in the dead of winter. Mendez had also felt the pull. An attraction so strong that he wouldn’t be able to walk away even if he’d wanted to.
This should have been a happy occasion for Mendez, until he remembered Jack was straight. It was a crushing blow. His wolf had gone nuts, but Mendez remained cool and stoic, never crossing the line. Even if his body got hard whenever Jack was nearby.
The man was simply beautiful. Hazel eyes with flecks of brown, buttermilk-blond hair that he wore kind of shaggy, a heart-stopping smile that Mendez wasn’t even sure Jack knew he had. The guy was lean, not muscular, with a nice ass.
Now they were on a road trip, trapped in the car together, Mendez tortured by having his mate so close yet so far. If he couldn’t have Jack, couldn’t claim him, the least Mendez could do was make sure his mate was always safe.
From himself.
From Mendez.
