Was he gay?
His eyes jumped to mine. My disappointment must have shown, but he seemed to misinterpret it as annoyance.
Tilting his head to the side in apology, he mouthed, “I’m sorry,” and then said into the phone, “Hey, let me call you back in five minutes. I’m just getting off a flight.”
As quickly as he’d answered the call, he ended it.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Alexander. That was rude.”
Mr. Alexander? We were just engaged in some serious straight-gay eye-fucking, and now, he decides to go for professionalism?
“Boyfriend?” I asked, my voice thick with frustration.
His clear, blue eyes narrowed menacingly as he corrected me. “Nikki. Girlfriend. I mean…ex-girlfriend.”
“Right. Of course.” I bit my lip and momentarily looked down at my shoes to hide the smile I was struggling to contain. “I didn’t mean to insinuate—”
“It’s fine,” he bit out.
We stared at each other for several beats. His eyes no longer held the levity they had before he’d answered his phone, but there was still something hidden behind that striking gaze. Something I suddenly wanted to figure out.
“How about this? You go to your hotel. I upgraded you to a suite, by the way. Get comfortable. Change out of your uniform. And I’ll have a driver come get you after the show. We’ll have a late dinner or something.”
He eyed me suspiciously and then looked back at his phone in his hand. War visibly waged in his head. I just wasn’t sure which side I was on.
“Yeah. I can do that.”
A cry of victory escaped my mouth. “Yes! I mean…sounds great.”
His lips twitched, and unless hope had clouded my vision, his cheeks even gained a hint of color.
“Okay, then. I guess that’s settled,” he said dismissively.
“Sure is,” I confirmed with a huge smile, but I didn’t move.
He slanted his head toward the door. “You should…you know…get going.”
“I guess I should.” I again didn’t move.
And I’ll be damned if his lips didn’t twitch again.
“I’ll see you tonight”—I reached out and glided my index finger over the silver nameplate on his chest—“Captain Roth.”
His body tensed as he watched my hand, but much to my excitement, he didn’t back away. Not even an inch.
Oh, this was fucking happening.
I CLOSED THE door to the two-bedroom suite in the nicest hotel I had ever seen in my life. Baez had nearly stroked out when we’d pulled up. That is until the cab drove away to take him to the no doubt budget hotel Jackson had put him up in. Working for Henry Alexander definitely had some perks. Although, after our conversation on the plane, I was wondering if he thought my working for him was going to come with some perks too. Or maybe he was only a super friendly guy who really was going out of his way to right a wrong with me. But that didn’t explain why I felt the tingle of his presence in my cock.
I hadn’t been lying when I’d drunkenly told Scott that Henry was fucking hot. All of his blond hair and lean, sculpted muscles. Even if he hadn’t had the voice and the talent he so obviously possessed, he could have easily still graced the covers of magazines. His features were sharp and refined. But, if I had the choice, I’d still favor the strong angle of his jaw covered with a day’s worth of scruff that made him more boy-next-door sexy rather than Mr. GQ.
He hadn’t looked like that tonight though. Tonight, he’d appeared every bit of the wealthy predator I was starting to fear he was. And, now that I knew he was bisexual, the threat was more real than ever. I was no one’s prey, but I was more than willing to hunt the hunter. Gay, I couldn’t handle. Bi though… Now, that held some possibilities.
The biggest possibility being that I’d end up losing my job—something I absolutely couldn’t afford. I was less than a week in. Even if I didn’t get fired, a threesome with my big-time celebrity boss wasn’t going to win me any reference letters. No. I needed a cold shower, a drink, and a woman to take the edge off.
Shaking my thoughts off, I made my way over to the huge basket sitting on the side of the bar. Snack foods overflowed from the edges. Wedged into the center was a white card with my name handwritten across the front. I studied it for a few minutes before strategically pulling at a corner, hoping everything didn’t tumble out like a game of junk food Jenga.
Evan,
If you change your mind, I left a ticket to my show for you at the front desk. No pressure, but I know hotels can get boring. Even with all the free porn. I wasn’t sure what you’d like, but I wanted you to have something to tide you over until our dinner. By the looks of your body, I also considered that you might be a health nut. So there’s some fresh fruit and protein bars in your bedroom if you’d prefer. Help yourself to the minibar. It’s all on me.
I’ll see you tonight.
Hopefully at the show.
-Henry