He brushes his lips over my cheek to my ear, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through me.
“I appreciate the sentiment, Mrs. Stark,” he whispers. “But we’ll have to wait to be naughty.”
It takes a moment for my sex-fogged mind to process his words, and when I do, I turn my head to look at him, and see both heat and laughter on his face. I pull back, narrowing my eyes. “Will we?”
“The helicopter will be here soon. I have a meeting in San Diego at eight.”
“You, Damien Stark, are a very cruel man.”
“I can be.” He steps back, fully breaking the contact between us and leaving me feeling soft and needy and very, very turned on. “But isn’t it nice to know that your schedule is more flexible than you thought?”
I cock my head. “You’re not off the hook, mister. There will be blowback.”
“I look forward to your most creative punishment. Tonight, perhaps?” he says, and the eagerness in his voice makes me laugh out loud.
I’m about to tell him that he has no idea how creative I can be when my cellphone chirps in time with his. It’s the automatic signal that is sent when someone uses a code to operate the gated entry to the property. Damien pulls his phone out of his pocket and glances at the screen. “Jamie.”
“Really?” Jamie Archer is my best friend, and I have no problem with her popping by unexpectedly. I’m just not sure why she would, particularly this early. After all, she lives in Studio City, which is almost an hour away. More in morning rush hour, which in Los Angeles lasts from dawn until about lunch. Texting is more Jamie’s speed, and so by the time she lets herself in the front door and is calling my name, my imagination has run wild with all sorts of horrible scenarios.
“What’s wrong?” I call.
“Nothing. I’ve got news.”
I glance at Damien, relieved. “Then meet me in the kitchen. I’ll be right there.”
The house actually has two kitchens, but I have never used the one on the first floor, which is huge and tricked out with so many amazing gadgets it would make Gordon Ramsay proud, not to mention easily serve up an intimate dinner party for two or three hundred.
I much prefer the normal-sized kitchen on the third floor. It was designed to be a space for caterers, as it is connected to the open area intended for entertaining. But it has become the kitchen that Damien and I use regularly.
From the mezzanine, I take the stairs that lead to an alcove near the kitchen. Damien and I arrive in the breakfast nook right as Jamie is helping herself to a cup of coffee.
“Okay,” she says, “this is seriously awesome.”
“The coffee?” I ask, and my best friend rolls her eyes.
“Gloria Myers. Do you remember me mentioning her?”
I scour my memory, but nothing comes to mind.
“She’s the head of programming for the network affiliate in Dallas that offered me a job. You guys were on your honeymoon.”
“Right,” I say. “I remember.” Jamie and I are both from Dallas. I came to LA to reinvent myself. She came to take the acting world by storm. It hadn’t worked out quite the way she planned, however, and at one point Jamie had seriously considered returning to Texas to work as an on-air reporter while she got her shit together. She’d ended up staying, though, not in small part because her new boyfriend, Ryan Hunter, is doing a damn fine job of keeping her grounded.
“What about her?” Damien prompts.
“Gloria wants me to cover a tech convention in Vegas.” Jamie bounces a little. “Just a couple of interviews, really. But it’s a good break and a foot in the door. I told them months ago I wanted to be their West Coast correspondent, and I guess now they’re taking me seriously.”
“That’s fabulous.” I hurry over and give her a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”
“It rocks, yeah. But the best part is that it’s only a few hours of work tomorrow morning. If we go soon, we’ll have two nights and almost two full days.”
“We?” I repeat.
Damien is much quicker on the uptake. “So you came to whisk my wife away to Vegas? I don’t know, Jamie. Sounds like a bad precedent to me.” He is speaking in his corporate boardroom voice, but I can hear the tease underneath.
“On the contrary,” I say, “I think it’s an excellent plan.” I smile sweetly. “We can consider it your punishment.”
“Oh, please,” Jamie says. “Punishment? What? You two haven’t heard of sexting?” She bats her eyes innocently. “That’s what I intend to do with Ryan. It’ll make the return home all the more delicious.”
Damien puts on a mock scowl. “Is that why our corporate text rates are so high lately?” Not only is Ryan Jamie’s boyfriend, he’s also the chief of security for Stark International.
Jamie waves his words away. “Well?” she demands of me. “Are we on? If we leave now we’ll hit Vegas early afternoon and have plenty of time to play. You should check out the convention, Nik. Mostly gamer related, but still right up your alley. And it’s at the Starfire Resort and Casino,” she adds with a meaningful look at Damien. The Starfire is a Stark International hotel. “Which means I figure you and I can snag one hell of a nice upgrade. So what do you say?” she asks me. “You can clear your schedule, right?”
I glance at Damien with a very smug grin. “Yeah,” I tell Jamie. “As it turns out, I absolutely can.”
Chapter 2