18
HUDSON
The next stop on the tour is Barcelona. It’s my first time in Spain, but Mo has been there before. It doesn’t look that different from Athens until you hear the people talking and observe their slightly different mannerisms. The woman at the front desk of the hotel has the softest accent, and eyes that sparkle with youth despite her being at least thirty years older than me.
“Luna, over here,” a fan shouts from where they are being held at the doorway by the hotel’s security. We were warned in advance that the hotel was already overrun with Spanish teens just desperate for a photo or a video of their idol.
Luna’s in a good mood. I guess multiple orgasms have a long-lasting positive effect on her. Unfortunately, they’ve had a less positive effect on our crew. Connor is stressed. I can see it in the way his jaw ticks as he grits his teeth and the intermittent flex of his hands into fists. His eyes are dark, flitting around for threats, landing on Luna with a fierceness that’s different from yesterday.
Everything is different from yesterday.
We’re still focused on our job but keeping Luna safe has gotten personal. Maybe that’s why this is forbidden by the bodyguard code. Fucking your client changes your mindset. It changes a role that should be wholly objective into one that’s emotional, no matter how much you might want to separate the job from your personal life.
The elevator is slow to arrive, and when it does, it’s filled with Luna’s dancers who arrived on an earlier flight. “Luna!” they all shout, seemingly unaware that they’re drawing attention to her. This kind of exposure only makes protecting her more difficult. Mo is there, ushering them out of the mirrored interior as quickly as he can. It’s not that quick. Half of them are on their phones, and the other half look as though they’re still recovering from a hangover. I heard last night was busy outside of Luna’s bedroom too. The nightlife in Athens is crazy, especially when there is live music and ouzo involved.
On the journey up to the top floor, Luna tips her head so she can stare around at us all. She’s so little in comparison, and somehow, it’s even more apparent when we’re standing and clothed than it is when we’re naked.
“Just looking at you guys all dressed up in your suits gets me wet,” she says.
“Luna,” Connor warns in a low voice. “Keep that kind of talk to the room.”
Taking hold of his lapel, she tugs him closer. “There’s no one here. Only us. If this hotel had more floors to travel to, things could get messy.”
It’s at that moment that the elevator comes to a stop, and a bell dings to announce our arrival.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispers softly, his shoulders dropping.
Luna’s grin is wicked. “That’s my aim.”
“We don’t have time for any death tonight, even a little one,” Mo says, striding into the corridor and glancing left and right. “Luna is performing in a few hours.”
“Just enough time for someone to get me off,” she says, trailing her hand over Mo’s chest as she makes her way to the huge mahogany door to the penthouse suite.
“We’re going to need to invest in a seven-sided dice to decide that shit,” Jax says. He taps the keycard to the lock and strides inside with Elijah, clearing the room for Luna to enter.
“Maybe I should just choose.” Luna lets her eyes trail up and down our bodies as though she’s assessing who would be the best candidate for the job. We’ve all proven our abilities, so it’s just a tease. Even so, Connor and Ben both shift so that their shoulders are back, and their chests puffed out.
Damn, it’s so hilarious to watch all the posturing, even though there shouldn’t be any need for competition between us all. Luna hasn’t shown any favoritism so far, that’s for sure.
“Maybe you need to keep your mind on tonight’s performance, and my men need to keep their minds on the job at hand.”
“My men,” Luna emphasizes to Connor, but as soon as Elijah gives the all-clear, she’s striding into the room and disappearing behind a closed door.
Jax releases a long hissing breath. “That girl is going to put an end to all of us. I think we’ve created a monster.”
“A perfect, sex-hungry monster,” Ben sighs.
“Is there anything sexier than a woman with a high sex drive?” Elijah asks.
“I can’t think of one,” Mo agrees.
“Less sex-talk and more preparation,” Connor says. “Get yourselves organized. We need to leave in an hour.”
Luna flings open her door, staring into the room. “If we have an hour, I definitely need some sex. Hudson.” She beckons me, and even though I know going to her is in direct conflict with Connor’s orders, I go with it.