Chapter 6
SIX
Jada
Anticipation coursed through me as I made my way to Solomon Place a few days later.
A prospective buyer wanted to see the property.
Alice had called Alexander Industries to inform them of the appointment.
We had a key, so there were no assurances I would see Cane.
I wasn’t even sure I wanted him to be there.
But I wasn’t sure I didn’t want him to be, either.
I’d tried to push him out of my mind every day since walking out of Solomon Place five days earlier, but I couldn’t shake him. No matter how many different ways I argued with myself, nothing changed.
If he could have stayed the cocksure asshat I had initially met, I would have been okay. I could have passed off the sexual attraction as just that and moved along. But, just my luck, Cane had to start being a halfway decent person in our last interaction.
I never felt like I had Decker’s sole attention. He checked out other women while I sat next to him. Perhaps that’s how he found the next woman he would cheat on me with. Asshole.
Why was I thinking about my ex-husband anyway? He didn’t deserve any more of my time. Maybe because I’d spent time with Cane, and when his attention was on you, it was a powerful thing. Add in his playfulness and charm and he was a dangerous mix.
Stop, Jada.
If I was going to get involved with anyone, they would be serious, mature, and capable of monogamy.
Cane is just a better-looking specimen than what I’ve already had, and I know how those things end. He is just going to have to replace Charlie Hunnam as my fantasy. That’s as close as I can get.
“Are you even listening to me?” Heather asked, bringing me back to the present. I heard her sigh through the phone.
“Of course I am,” I lied, making a right onto North Scottsdale Road.
“You better be! I have sent your résumé to four places this week. I want you to be a Chicagoan with me.”
“I’m not sure that’s a word.” I laughed. “Look, I am meeting a client at a property, and I’m pulling in. I need to go. Thank you again for everything. You’re the best.”
“That’s what he said.”
I laughed. “Love you. Bye.”
I ended the call and placed my Jeep in park. I surveyed the scene quickly, trying to spot the prospective buyer, Simon Powers. The lot next to Solomon Place was crawling with people and construction equipment.
I grabbed my things and made my way to the front of the building, ignoring the catcalls from the construction workers. A man dressed in gray dress pants and a pale yellow dress shirt leaned against the wall. When he spotted me, he stood straight and smiled.
He was traditionally handsome with black hair and light eyes, his body thin but not exactly lean. His clothing was wrinkled like he had thrown them on in a rush. Something about him appeared to be a little off, but I chalked it up to my nerves.
“You must be Ms. Stanley,” he said, extending a hand as I approached.
“I am. And you’re Simon Powers, I presume?” I shook his hand, doing a quick appraisal. He seemed to be in his early thirties. “Let’s get out of this heat. It’s almost unbearable today.”
We entered the building and I noticed immediately that it had been cleaned. I smiled in relief and Simon looked around, appearing pleased with the property.
“Would you like a tour?”
“That would be great.”
I led him to the back, showing him the selling points. “There are a number of cubicles for staff, but as you can see, they can be removed. You could have one large space here. There’s a conference room over there and a spacious office in the back—”
“I would want to use it as an open space, so I’m glad to see these partitions can be removed.”
A slamming sound echoed through the building. Still feeling off-kilter, I jumped, and Simon grabbed my arm to steady me.
“I’ll call you back,” a familiar voice, cooler than I remembered, uttered behind us. Chills shot straight through me at the terse tone of his voice.
“Cane, it’s nice to see you.” I hoped that the cheeriness in my voice masked my nerves. I turned to face him, not sure why I felt on edge without even looking at him.
“What’s going on?” He looked at me and then at Simon. His jaw pulsed, his forehead creased as he stood with his fists balled at his sides.
“I brought Mr. Powers to see the property. Alice said that she called your office.”
Cane stared at Simon’s hand on my arm until he released it. “Have you finished?”
“We have, I believe.” I looked up at Simon, hoping he wasn’t put off by Cane’s attitude. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but this wasn’t the way to treat a potential buyer. Surely, Cane knew this.
Simon appeared amused as Cane stared holes through him. He glanced at me, then back to Cane, before a small smirk appeared on his face.
“I saw this listing and thought it may work for my new venture. Your agent did an excellent job showing me around.”
“I’m sure she did.”
Simon seemed unfazed—totally cool and collected. He turned toward me and winked. “Thank you for everything, Ms. Stanley. I will get with you tomorrow. Maybe we can meet for lunch?”
“I’ll check my schedule, but that sounds great.” I followed Simon to the door, Cane’s eyes never leaving us.
Simon exited first, the door closing snugly behind him. My hand was on the handle when Cane’s voice caught my attention.
“Well, if that isn’t a motherfucker.” His voice was low as he scratched his head, a faraway look on his face.
“Excuse me?”
Cane shook his head, apparently to rid himself of whatever he was thinking. He turned toward me with his eyebrows raised. “So you will have lunch with him and not me? What am I missing here?”
“It’s a work-related lunch. Pretty simple, I think.” I peered out the door, watching Simon’s black Avalanche pull out of the parking lot.
“I can pretend it’s about business if that’s what you want.”
“Cane,” I warned, turning to look at him.
“Lunch with him will not be about business. What I saw when I walked in was not about business.”
“Whether it was or it wasn’t is no business of yours.”
Cane blew out a breath, his forehead marred in frustration. “Do you know Simon Powers? Have you dealt with him before?”
“No, I just met him today. Why?”
He looked relieved. “It doesn’t matter. Look, if he needs to see this property again, I want you to call me first, okay?”
“All right.” Odd request, but okay.
“I’m going to give you my phone number. If he wants to see this property or becomes a pain in your ass, I want you to call me. Don’t put up with any shit from him, and don’t bring him here unless you actually speak to me. Do you understand?”
Not exactly. “You’re making me nervous. What’s going on?”
“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” he said calmly, trying to dissipate the mood he just created. “I just don’t like that guy. I don’t trust him.”
“Whatever you say.”
“I like it when you just do what I say.” His eyes darkened.
“Noted. I have to go, Cane.”
“What’s your phone number?” He placed his hand on the small of my back. I stilled at his touch. A jolt of energy darted through my body. I closed my eyes and just felt for a minute.
“You can get my number from Max,” I said breathily, throwing his words from the night at the restaurant back at him.
Cane spun me around quickly and pressed my back against the wall. He leaned in, his face almost touching mine. I willed myself not to moan, not to give him any inclination that my willpower was melting away.
“Oh, Jada,” he whispered, the warmth of his breath adding to the riot inside me. “Why do you fight this so hard?”
“Cane …” I tried to formulate a response, but words were not accessible.
He smirked, knowing what he was doing to me. “Yes?”
“I … I need to go.”
“You need to. But do you want to?” He searched my eyes with his own. “I know what you want and what you need, baby. Why won’t you trust me?”
My eyes widened, my pulse pounding. He was so close, and I wanted more than anything to reach out and pull him up against me.
But I can’t.
He smiled before leaning in, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered, “Why do you fight this? Just give me one night to get you out of my system.”
I turned my head to respond, to explain that was exactly what he wasn’t getting, and our eyes locked. The air between us, so hot and rife with energy, boiled over.
He captured my lips with his own, tentatively at first. I resisted for a split second before succumbing to his charge. His lips moved over mine, a soft juxtaposition to his hard exterior. The heat of the exchange, of him finally touching me, melted me from the inside out.
I opened my mouth, giving him entry, and he took it without hesitation. He lazily explored my mouth with his own, the softness of his tongue making my knees buckle.
I tried to focus and commit everything to memory because it would only happen once. That would be the first and last time I allowed Cane Alexander to obliterate my defenses.
The sound of blood roaring past my ears and the feel of his body, hot and hard against me, made it impossible to concentrate on anything for long. I hesitantly placed my hands on his back, feeling his muscles ripple beneath them.
The sensations were overwhelming, and I was on the cusp of bursting at the seams.
Cane pulled back slowly and kissed me lightly on the lips before retreating to look into my eyes. A hundred emotions were playing across his gorgeous face, his eyes a dozen colors of blue.
I looked away, trying to catch my breath. Why on earth did I allow that? And why did I enjoy it so much?
“One night.” He lifted my chin so that my eyes met his. His tongue flicked across his lips.
He only wants one night …
My wits were scattered, but I gathered as many of them as I could before responding. “I need to go.”
A look flashed across his face that I couldn’t read. He raised his eyebrows. “That’s all you’re going to say?”
“I don’t know what else you want me to say.” I sidestepped him and made my way to the door. I looked over my shoulder one last time and he changed before my eyes.
The confused, vulnerable look gave way to an impassive, cool veneer. He placed his hands on top of his head and turned away, heading toward the office.
Seeing everything I needed to see, more than enough to convince myself I was doing the right thing, I pushed through the door and didn’t look back.