Chapter 19
Chapter nineteen
My night with Vivienne was fucking amazing. She’s currently upstairs, snoozing away, and I’m installing the surveillance system. I placed cameras in the backyard, inside, and now I’m finishing up with the final two out front. Of course, I put a camera in her bedroom like any good stalker would.
As I’m climbing down the ladder, I spot a figure walking up the driveway.
Whoever it is doesn’t see me yet. I move closer, staying out of sight until I can no longer avoid the inevitable.
They come creeping around the corner and crash right into me.
When the man recovers, he turns, bolting as fast as he can like a coward.
This time I chase after him. “Hey, asshole, if you even think about coming back, I’ll fucking kill you,” I shout.
He looks back over his shoulder—I know he heard me.
Then he climbs into a car and peels off down the street, disappearing into the night without stopping.
My fists are clenched at my sides as I storm my way back to Vivienne’s house.
I need to put the ladder away and clean up all the evidence from my install.
He’s lucky I didn’t catch him. I would have beat the living shit out of him and not thought twice about it. I’m furious that he’s lurking around like this. If he comes back, I’ll know, and there’s nothing stopping me from flying out here to make good on my promise.
After my install mess is cleaned up, I wander back inside to finish programming the system and testing each camera.
Once the cameras are set, I fight the urge to go creeping around her house, exploring again.
I checked out every inch of the place the minute she passed out.
A yawn stops me from making another round.
Instead, I climb the stairs to catch a few hours of sleep, which is all I’ll need before I get on the plane.
Sleeping through my miserable ride later sounds like a great way to pass the time.
At this point, none of the pictures people snap on the plane are going to matter with all the ones of my date likely already sold.
Climbing into bed, I scoot against my girl, holding her in my arms. It’s going to be hard to wake up when my alarm goes off—and even harder to walk away from her again.
My alarm wakes me a few hours later, at seven a.m. I’m surprised to find Vivienne still curled up next to me, looking just as angelic as ever, with her hair strewn about the pillow. We both slept hard. I don’t think I’ve actually slept this good in a long time.
I kiss the back of her neck lightly as I softly caress her shoulder with the back of my hand. “Darling, I have to get up for the airport.”
She stirs, awakening to the sound of my whisper.
“No,” she whimpers.
“Trust me, I don’t want to go either.” It’s the truth. I wish I didn’t have to leave. It’s even harder than the last time. I’m more attached now.
She sighs, rolling over to face me without opening her eyes. Vivienne snakes a leg over my hips, dragging herself closer and nuzzling against my chest. “Five more minutes.”
I brush the hair from her face, then kiss her forehead in agreement. She relaxes against me, her fingers tracing small lines and swirls over my body. It feels nice just to hold her for a little bit longer. I’m not sure how long we’ve been lying here for when my next alarm goes off.
She laughs. “I have the same problem. I need to set five million alarms to be on time.”
I boop her on the nose. “I don’t have a problem. You tricked me into staying in bed. You trapped me and held me down against my will.”
She smiles. “Lies. I would never. But hypothetically, if I tied you up for keeps, how much trouble would we be talking about?”
“I personally wouldn’t press charges, but I can’t make any promises about the label.
My manager might even try to find me. They wouldn’t let me disappear that easily.
” Unfortunately, I almost wish I could, but I’ve worked hard to make this tour a success, and I love music.
I don’t think I could give it up if I tried.
I free myself from beneath her and roll away. My clothes are tossed on the ground where I left them after my installation endeavors. I pull my T-shirt over my head and slip on my pants. “Come with me. Have breakfast at the airport, and I’ll get you a ride home.” I’m not asking. I’m telling.
She shakes her head. “Breakfast at the airport?”
“Yeah, why not? I want to spend every minute I can with you before I have to leave.”
“When you say it like that…” she shrugs. “Do I have time for a shower? I don’t want to smell like sex. What will people think?”
I pretend to sniff the air around her. “You don’t smell like sex, and I think I would know.”
She laughs. “I only need five minutes.”
I check my watch. “Great news. I think I can give you at least fifteen.”
Vivienne jumps out of bed, hollering something about fast and shower.
I take the time to walk around and check each camera before grabbing my own fresh set of clothes from the van.
Inside, the water has stopped. I change in her living room, and then run everything back outside before she comes down the stairs.
I’m waiting for her as she comes running down the stairs in a pair of shorts and a lace black tank top that shows off her cleavage.
“It’s rude to try and seduce me into staying,” I holler at her from the living room.
She bends over to pull her shoes on. “Is it working?”
I run my hand through my hair and stand up to meet her by the front door. “Don’t tempt me. Unlike you, I’m not afraid of getting in trouble for kidnapping you.”
She laughs nervously. “Yeah, Roxy would never let that happen, but keep lying to yourself.”
“I will.” I press her against the wall and kiss her. “Kidnapping honestly sounds like the best plan to me,” I mumble against her lips.
She nips at me playfully. “I feel the same way.”
“Well, then I guess we’ll just have to see who can successfully kidnap who first.” I kiss her again. I can’t get enough of it—probably because I have no idea how long it will be until I see her again.
“Deal. Now let’s get you to the airport. You still owe me breakfast.” Vivienne tugs me to the door, locking it behind us.
“A gentleman always provides breakfast.” I wrap my arm around her waist as we walk to the van.