Chapter 11 #2
I laugh and try to relax. He can’t know how off-putting I find being recognized, especially in this situation, but he’s very friendly, asking me if I’d like anything to eat or drink, which I politely decline, even though I’m ravenously hungry.
“I’m going to be getting on my way here in just a minute,” I say, eyes locked on Jesse, who was interrupted on his way over to me.
When he gets to me, his hand cups my elbow. “Are you sure I can’t persuade you to stay a little longer?” He says in a low voice only for me, although I have a feeling the pretty little one is listening.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I whisper back, trying to look anywhere but at him. The problem is, no matter where I look, I’m reminded of the things we did all over this hotel suite.
“And why is that?” Jesse drawls, and I’m pretty sure he knows what I’m thinking about when his eyes land on the end of the dining room table.
There’s a blonde woman sitting in the exact chair he pulled up to make a meal out of my ass, a stack of what looks like scrapbooks on the table where I was bent over.
I’m pretty sure I can still see a stain on the ornate rug beneath the table.
Jesse grins salaciously, confirming my suspicions. He leans in, breath caressing over my ear. “Do you have any idea what it does to me when you get all red like that?”
Without thinking, I let my eyes drop to his bulge, which is definitely even more noticeable than it was before.
“Can you put some clothes on already?”
“Now why would I do that?”
I shoot a sideways glance at Emmy, who looks like he’s trying to look busy. I narrow my eyes at the back of his head.
“We’ve barely started dating and you’re already so possessive,” he coos. “I don’t hate it.”
“I am not. And we’re not dating. Officially… yet.”
Jesse snorts. “If you say so, baby,” he says teasingly.
I blush harder and look around. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” His grin is so wide, it’s evil.
“Call me baby like that.”
“But you like it when I call you baby.”
“Not in public!” I whisper-shout.
Jesse laughs loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. I look at the floor and try to pretend I’m invisible. Unfortunately, I’m the largest person in the room by far, so it’s not that easy.
Someone comes up behind me, and Jesse rolls his eyes. “Luc, I want you to meet my manager, Blake Holland. He’s a bit of a tyrant sometimes, but it’s only because he’s seen me at my worst. He’s a genuinely good guy if you overlook his whole band-daddy shtick. Blake, this is my friend Luc.”
Blake rolls his eyes, but gives me a genuinely apologetic smile. He reaches for my hand, shaking it firmly. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry about earlier. I was rude. I get a little in my head when things get behind schedule.”
“I understand,” I say, too embarrassed to say more. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” I look up at Jesse. “I really do need to go. I’ve got to get back to Shreveport, and you have work to do here.”
“Shreveport?” Blake asks, concerned. “Do you have a flight out? Need me to call a car?”
“No need,” Emmy says, stepping into our circle. “I already called a car for you, and the jet is waiting.”
Blake looks like he’s trying to swallow his objections and they taste bad, but he manages a grin and nods. “Very good. Well, it was nice to meet you. Jesse, Myra is ready for you. Try not to make her wait any longer, will you?”
“Yes, sir,” Jesse snarks. He looks at Emmy. “On point as always, Mr. Keller. Thank you for pulling that together so quickly.”
Emmy preens at the praise. And honestly, I get it. I can’t even fault the little guy. Hell, I even like him, but I still kind of want to punt him.
Said little guy turns his sunny demeanor on me.
“Your car should be here any minute,” he says, checking his phone.
“Take the penthouse elevator down to the basement level, and the driver will meet you there. It’s a private entrance, so you won’t have to worry about meeting any fans.
” He holds up a to-go cup and a folded paper bag.
“I know you said you weren’t hungry, but I didn’t believe you, so I made you something for the road. ”
I blink down at him. “Um, wow. Thank you.” I accept the goodies and smile at Emmy. He’s impossible not to like, and I kind of hate it. “I really appreciate you,” I say, and I’m surprised to see him preen the same way he did at Jesse’s praise.
Jesse chuckles and places a hand at the small of my back to guide me out of the hotel room and back into the marble foyer. The elevator opens immediately, and he steps on with me.
“Myra is waiting for you,” I remind him, even though I have no idea who Myra is. “And you’re still only in your underwear.”
He smirks. “Myra can wait.”
The moment the elevator doors are closed, he’s in my space. He grabs the bag of food and drink from me and sets them on the floor, then presses me against the wall and absolutely ravishes my mouth. Fuck, I’d be such a slut if kissing was like this with everyone.
My eyes catch the glowing number over the elevator. We’re only about a third of the way down, with no chance of being stopped since this is a private elevator.
So I bend down and pick him up, wrapping his legs around my waist and turning us around so I’m pressing him into the wall. I rock into him, barely able to keep myself from whimpering because my dick is desperate for him already.
It’s not just my dick, though. I’m going to miss him. His company, our conversations, his presence.
The elevator dings, and I let Jesse down as the doors are sliding open. Cory stands on the other side.
“Morning, sir,” he says, but turns around to give us privacy while we try to straighten our clothes.
Well, my clothes. Jesse looks positively indecent now, with his puffy, kiss swollen lips, beard burn from my stubble, and his cock trying to escape his tiny underwear.
I take a deep breath and take a step back, but Jesse follows me, not allowing more than an inch of space between us.
He guides me with a hand on my waist as I walk backwards from the elevator to the car, stealing kisses and telling myself it’s the last one every time.
My butt hits the back of a car, and Jesse pins me to it, kissing me deeply, not giving a fuck who’s watching.
I can see the driver in my periphery when I flutter my eyes open. It’s time for me to go.
With one… two… three last slow pecks, I hold Jesse at arm’s length. He looks as wrecked as I feel, not just because of the semi-public make-out session, but because I feel so fucking sad to be walking away from him.
“This sucks,” Jesse rasps.
I nod. “It does.” I eventually pull away, and try to pretend I’m not blushing as I thank the driver who has been holding the door open for me this whole time. He shuts the door, and Jesse raps on the window.
“Call me when you get home?” He says, bending through the window once it opens all the way, kissing me again. And again.
“I will. I promise.”
Cory steps up and hands me the breakfast Emmy made me. “Have a safe trip, Mr. Martín.”
“Just Luc. Thank you.” I side-eye Jesse, who still hasn’t let go of the window. “Try to keep this one out of trouble?”
“I’ll do my best, sir.”
I chuckle and look up at Jesse. He’s biting his lip, like he’s trying to think of any excuse not to go back to the real world, but he surprises me again.
“You’ll think about it, right?”
“Think about what?”
“Being mine.”
He kisses me one more time, so sweetly, and I inhale his spicy scent.
Then the car is pulling out, and I turn around in my seat, watching Jesse’s nearly naked image disappear as we pull out of the hotel’s private entrance.
“You’ll think about it, right?”
“Being mine.”