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"Christ!" His voice was unsteady, his heart hammering inside his chest. "What you do to me. No hiding our relationship, darling, and in case you are wondering, we are definitely in one. See you later. Think of me." He kissed her again before letting go.
*****
Jack had been doing theater since he could remember and had latched onto it naturally. His family disapproved, but he had managed to break the mold and stuck to his course, much to their disappointment and disapproval.
They had expected him to fail and return to the family business, but that had not happened and never will. Now teamed up with a very talented cast, especially the leading lady whose talent was unquestionably brilliant, he knew he was on the way to becoming a legend.
He was meeting with Callum Hammond, a self-made multi-billionaire who had taken a sudden interest in the play and the leading lady. He had asked Lynn about the date, and she had been distressingly evasive, telling him that it was none of his business and that she had rehearsals.
The man had taken time out of his hectic schedule to meet with him at the restaurant a few blocks from the theater and was minus his contingent of lawyers. Jack had the contract before him, but the amount on the check had him stupefied.
"This cannot be real.' He murmured hoarsely.
"I assure you it is." Callum had ordered coffee and a slice of the pie and was impatient to be on his way. He had decided to zip across town on the way from his appointment to deal with this.
"And it's all mine?"
A smile quirked his lips. "It's not a personal gift."
"I know," Jack said hastily. "I meant that it was - of course, going to the play." He shook his head in a daze.
"Is it enough?"
Jack tore his eyes from the many zeros and looked at the man across from him. Jack had been brought up with money and knew the power of it, but the man seated in front of him exuded the raw and indefinable vitality and heady power that he could only dream of. "More than." He managed to croak.
"Good." Finishing the coffee, he rose. "Have your lawyer look at the contract before signing it."
"I am sure it is all above board."
"Never assume anything when doing business."
"Of course. There is just one thing."
"That is?"
"Is it because of Lynn?" Jack squirmed at the chilled look on the man's face.
"Partially. I expect returns on my investment."
"Of course. Thank you."
With a curt nod, he turned and left. Heaving a breath, Jack watched him leave, that long sloping strides that bespoke power, and allowed himself to dream a little.
The man was hot and very much besotted by Jack's leading lady; if he was not mistaken, he was one hundred percent he was not. Callum Hammond had forked over millions to sink into a small play, and no matter what he had just said, it was personal.
He was smitten by Lynn and had decided to sweeten the pot, which made Jack curious as to what had transpired between the two over the few days. It must be something huge for him to spend so much money on something uncertain.
Not that the play was not going to be successful, but it was going to take some time for Hammond to see returns. He bit back a smile as he glanced at the numbers again. He would not have to worry about funding - if ever again!
*****
Lynn tamped the impatience away and told herself that it was the humane thing to do. Her understudy, a girl of a mere twenty-five, was eager, hungry, and intent on following her footsteps. Jack had stepped out for a meeting, and it was left up to her to see that rehearsal went on without a wrinkle.
Not to mention the fact that she was feeling the effects of having sex for the past four days with a man who was as potent as outstanding wine; he had kept her mostly naked and under his hypnotic spell, so much so that she was a little offended that he had not called her since she had been here for the past several hours.
She had to put it behind her. She was not some wide-eyed innocent girl caught up in the snares of a beautiful and wealthy man.
She was strong and independent and had her career to think about. But damn him, in four days; he had managed to weave himself into her until she could not stop thinking about his hands, his mouth, and him buried deep inside her. And he had said some things that were embedded deep inside her head.
