“And she will be,” stated Connor, cuddling her to him.
“No way am I hiding, Tony. Me and Anna are supposed to be going out tonight, we’ve had it planned for ages. I won’t see her for months once I go on that tour.”
When Tony switched his attention to her, Anna knew that he wanted her to support his argument and say that Jaxxon should hide. She couldn’t do that. As Connor said, it would drive Jaxxon mental, and she had to agree with Jaxxon that it wasn’t fair to her that she be made a prisoner. It would give the sicko a hard-on. Besides, she really had been looking forward to tonight; the invite from one of the models she worked with to come to her house party had come months ago.
“Where’re you both going?” Connor asked Jaxx as he played with her hair. He didn’t like the idea of just the girls out alone but if he tried to suffocate her she’d likely leave.
“It’s an Ann Summers Party.”
His eyebrows shot upwards. “Ann Summers?” Ann Summers as in the company specialising in kinky lingerie? he didn’t say aloud but knew would be in his expression.
With a wicked smile, she nodded. “It’s kind of like a social event that takes place in the living room where we all drink Champagne and look at a new line of lingerie. Oh and we get a goody-bag of funky toys to bring back.”
Suddenly swallowing was difficult for Connor. He considered that maybe she was just winding him up but, as if she’d read his mind, or he was completely transparent right now, she shook her head. Jesus Christ. He pointed a finger at her. “I get to drive you and pick you up.” Deal made, his mind relaxed. His body, however…it wasn’t going to relax until after he’d got to use those sex toys on that luscious body.
Anna, Warren, Dane and Lily all exchanged knowing smiles. Ollie, Richie and Tony shuddered, intending to expel the past fifteen seconds from their minds.
It wasn’t until forty minutes later that Ollie got the opportunity he’d been waiting for. While Connor was in his bedroom taking a call, Ollie took the newly vacated spot next to Jaxxon. His expression made it clear to her that he wanted this to be private between them. “I’ve been thinking…What if we leave for New York early? I know it’s not the ideal -”
“Alright.”
“What?” He’d been expecting a dramatic argument.
“How much earlier do you want to leave?”
“You’re not going to fight me on this?”
No, she wasn’t, because she was terribly conscious that being around others put them at risk and she was worried sick that something could happen to Connor while she was staying with him. If she had moved into Tony and Lily’s annexe, she would have had them to worry about. The same rule would have applied no matter who she stayed with. “How much earlier?”
“We can leave as early as tomorrow afternoon if you want.” His mouth dropped open when she nodded her consent. “Are you taking the Mick or something?”
“Let’s see how the sick sod gets on following me round the world,” she snickered.
“He might.”
“He didn’t follow me to France though, did he? So I’m thinking maybe his financial situation won’t permit it.” That was something which was concerning her all the more; the nutter would know that her tour starts soon so, with the knowledge that after that he won’t be able to get to her, he might make a desperate attempt to get at her in the next few days. Yeah, the sooner she left the better. Tomorrow sounded like a good idea. “Don’t tell Connor.” Not just because he would likely hit the roof, insisting she didn’t need to change her schedule for some nutcase, but because it would get him in a sulk and she wanted their last night together to be fun, not gloomy.
“I won’t be telling anyone other than Richie and Tony. You do the same. You can always phone Anna after you’ve left, she’ll understand. So will McKenzie.” Actually, he wasn’t so sure about the latter; the last time she went off somewhere without telling him, the bugger followed her. But Ollie had to admit that the bloke had been as sensitive as she had needed him to be today rather than a stampeding, seething elephant.
It was a while before everyone left so she was surprised Connor was still sane, let alone not red in the face. “Sorry about all that, I know you don’t like having people in here.”
“Oi, don’t be daft,” he said as he handed her the coffee that Lily had made her before leaving. He then searched her face as he settled next to her. “You alright?”
She nodded, smiling. She actually felt a bit better knowing that she was acting on what was happening, but she also felt like utter crap knowing that this was her last evening with Connor. “Louisa’s alright, that’s the main thing.”
“Exactly. We grew up around nutcases, what’s one more to add to the mix?”
She laughed. “I count you as one of those nutcases.”
“So you should. But, in my defence, I’m pretty much normal when you’re not around. It’s you who drives me mental.”
“Then I bet you can’t wait for me to get on this tour.”
He rained kisses along her neck. “Actually, I’m dreading it.”
“Dreading it?”
“I’ve told you, I’m totally addicted to you. I can’t get enough of you.” He was beginning to think he would always feel like that, which meant that the decision of when this was over all rested on her. She literally had his soul in the palm of her hand and didn’t even know it. If it hadn’t been for the fact that this was her career they were talking about, not some holiday, he would have asked her not to go. In fact, if he thought he could get away with it he’d go along with her. However, not only would she tell him to sod off, but by that he would be implying that things were getting serious. “Don’t be surprised when I fly out to see you now and then.”
She snorted. “You’ll have a new bed-buddy within a week.”
“Oi, what have I told you? Don’t make out that I think that little of you.”
She might have argued the point with him if she wasn’t conscious of making the most out of their last night. “I apologise oh Lord and Master.”
He chuckled. “You really shouldn’t say that unless you want to be tied to my bed with me f**king you senseless.”
“Maybe I’ll let you do that later when I’ve got my new toys.”