It meant that we might have to stop.
I turned and shook Janson awake. He even looked handsome as his eyelids half opened.
"What, baby?" he asked as he reached for me and pulled me to him. "Get back in bed. I want to feel your body against mine."
It was a damn temptation. One that I would've taken him up on any other time.
“Someone left me half a dozen calls and a cryptic text,” I said as I handed the phone over to him. "And that someone is my brother."
Janson took the phone and read through them. "Shit"
He grabbed his own and said, "Same thing over here."
"What do we do?" I asked.
“Well, we better get over to the office. He probably wants something.” Janson stood up and walked over to his closet, pulling out a fresh suit. He had at least a dozen of them, if not more. Damn.
Now that I thought about it, I realized I’d never actually seen him wearing anything else. Not jeans. No t-shirts.
Just custom tailored suits that cost more than some people’s cars.
“Do you always wear suits?”
“It’s the job.” He shrugged. “Don’t really have much time for anything else. Wear suits, sleep nude. It’s kinda my thing.”
He sounded like a total prick when he said it, but the boyish smile that graced his lips almost made me laugh out loud.
“What would you rather have me in?” he asked as he walked towards me and grabbed me, pulling me into him.
“Nothing,” I admitted. “But I’d also take you in a tight pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Seems your style.”
“I could probably whip something up like that.” He bent down and kissed me, the softness of his kiss a welcome distraction to getting dressed and going to my brother's place. I didn’t know what he wanted, and honestly, I didn’t want to find out. It couldn’t be good.
“Come on, Kat. Let’s get dressed and get going.” He smacked my ass right where it was raw, and I jumped.
We had shit to do.
***
"What exactly are you trying to communicate to me?" I asked.
“I want to make you happy. You are stuck here. I want to make sure you are at least doing what you love.” Greyson stood there looking at me. I thought we’d be meeting in his office, but we were at his home.
“What are you saying?” I asked him. He had been dancing around the issue for five whole minutes, and my heart felt like it was going to burst. I wanted to know exactly what he meant.
“I know all that you are going through. I know how hard it has been for you to come back home. I want to make you happy. I want you to be able to keep playing your violin.” He looked at me expectantly, but I wasn't having it.
“And how do you propose that I do that?” I asked. I had no network here. At least, not one that I could go to. They would probably have eyes on them, and then Dad would know. It would get me right back in the f*ck
ing shit.
“I’ve got you a gig. At a few of our restaurants.” He motioned to Janson and himself. "It's just small stuff, but it might lead to more."
“Did you have something to do with this?” I asked Janson.
“Well, I figured that you would want something more constructive to do with your time.” The way he said it was totally devoid of emotion, and I remembered. We didn't have a relationship.
At least not around Greyson.
We were pretending nothing happened. If my brother knew… we both would end up in serious trouble. The kind where we may not end up on the right side of okay.
“I can do that,” I said, honestly. I’d been hoping to get back to playing ever since I got back and it would give me time to focus on my craft.
“Good. Now we have some business, but Joanna would love to spend some time with you, Kat. So, my driver will take you there shortly.”
The men stood and left, leaving me in the condo by myself.
“That’s right I would. I’m surrounded by cranky-ass men, and I am about ready to freaking pop.” Joanna walked out of the hallway and smiled, her hand on her belly. She was huge and beautiful. And she looked positively exhausted.
“Is it that bad?” I asked, but I knew the answer before she even said it. “Of course it is. What can I do?”
“Take me out and get me pineapple smoothies. Greyson won’t let me go.” She pouted, physically pouted, as she sank down onto the couch and propped her all too swollen feet up on the coffee table.
“Ah, part of the captive program as well?” I asked, a big smile on my face. I didn’t know her very well, but I already liked her. I had a feeling we would get on fine.
“Yes. So. Smoothies?” she asked. The smile on her face told me everything I needed to know. She wasn't going to take anything but yes for an answer.
“Is there a shop around here?” I asked.
She nodded. “I’ll get you anything you like.” Her eyes sparkled.
“Do you want to break out?” I asked.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Janson