The bitch raises her brows and forms a perfect ‘O’ with her mouth before looking back at Jett, and saying, “Any time you want to trade up, just call me,” before turning and walking away. She even has the nerve to swing her ass from side to side as she leaves; as if he’d even be fucking looking.
I’m wild and ready to go after her to give her a piece of my mind when Jett grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him. “Leave her, baby, she’s not worth your time,” he says, and I can’t help but note the chuckle in his tone.
“Are you fucking laughing?” I demand, twisting to face him.
He puts his hands up defensively. “Me, laughing? I wouldn’t dream of it.”
I smack him on the chest and give him a filthy look. “If you have any plans of getting in my pants today, you better stop laughing this minute.”
His arms go aro
und my waist and he pulls me to him. “I like it when you’re jealous,” he whispers in my ear. I try to pull away to reply to that but he holds me firm and says, “It doesn’t happen often so I have to make the most of it.”
The wild energy I had at that woman seeps out of me. “I just can’t believe she had the hide to say all that in front of me. It’s rude.”
He nods in agreement. “It is, but those types of women are everywhere in this business. You know that.”
“I know. I just wasn’t subjected to it much with Lennon.”
“You know I’m not interested in all that, right?”
“Yes, and I’m not even worried about that. I just can’t stand bitches like her.”
“I’ll tell you what I am interested in, though,” he says with a cheeky grin.
“Are you trying to change the subject?”
“Maybe a little, but mostly I’m trying to hurry shit along so we can get to the good part of today.”
He’s managed to calm me right down; it seems to be one of his specialties. I know exactly where he’s going with this, but I play with him a little. “The good part?”
Playing with Jett is only advisable if you’re ready for a game because he always gives as good as, or better, than he gets, and today is no exception. “The part where you take your clothes off for me so I can make you come over and over,” he says, before placing his mouth to my ear and saying, “and over.” His warm breath sends shivers through me and desire flares in my core.
He doesn’t even have to touch me; it only takes words from him and my body is alive with need. However, just as I’m about to suggest we get out of here, we’re interrupted by a phone call from Tom. Jett doesn’t take his eyes off me as he answers it gruffly, “What’s up?” His hand lazily trails a line down my back, and I shiver again, imagining what that hand will be doing to me soon.
I can’t hear what Tom says but Jett agrees with whatever it is and hangs up. Looking at me with regret, he says, “We’ve gotta go. We’re on a flight back home in six hours.”
“Why?” I’m confused about the sudden change in plans. And a little disappointed I won’t be getting to the good part of this afternoon now.
“Apparently, the record label has managed to set up some promo gigs in Australia, so they want us back home within twenty-four hours.”
I raise my brows. “Just like that?”
He shrugs. “It’s what we do, sweetheart. Things move fast and we go with the flow.”
“Okay, so no sex now, but I’m taking a raincheck. And I don’t even care how exhausted you are when we get home, you’re making good on the promises you’ve been making today.”
Grabbing my hand, he begins to lead me to the door while pulling me close, and he says, “By my rough calculations, I think we’ll be able to find some spare minutes in between getting from here to the hotel to the airport. And you know the things I can do to you in minutes, so I’ll make good on those promises.”
My tummy flutters.
I do know the things he can do to me in minutes.
* * *
We arrive back at the hotel to chaos. Just when it seemed like the band was getting their act together, all hell has broken loose.
“What the fuck has happened?” Jett is livid as he looks between West and Hunter. He got a call from West while we were in the taxi on the way back. Van and Tom were in the middle of an argument, and West was concerned as to where it would end up. He’d put Jett on the phone to Van to try and calm him down but, by the looks of it now, that hadn’t worked.