CHAPTER 30 ALEXIS
The pain was worth it for the beauty of the mark on my skin.
His is just as beautiful as mine, and as soon as it’s had a few days to heal, we’ll lock fingers together, sealing our names together.
I can’t stop staring at it.
I can’t stop staring at my ring, either.
It’s beautiful, and I’m having a hard time believing all this is real.
But it is.
I don’t know if I’ve ever been so giddy with happiness before in my life, and I’ve managed to put the end of it out of my mind for the last few days.
But we’re running short on time.
We walk toward the condo where our rental is for the night—another one courtesy of Danny’s mom, or maybe this one is courtesy of someone else so her credit card can’t be traced.
It’s in a big building, so it would be hard to pinpoint us. He left the car parked at the parking lot at Disneyland, so it’s not like they’ll track us down that way.
And we’re less than an hour from where I need to be tomorrow night, so we’ll head that way tomorrow.
We’re standing in the kitchen just after we’ve gotten our luggage in, each of us on one side of a peninsula counter, and I’ve just taken off my Ariel wig when Danny’s phone starts to ring.
He flashes me the screen to show me it’s Gregory calling, and he clicks answer and then the speaker button as he nods at me to take the call. He slides the phone across the counter.
“Hello?”
“Mrs. Brewer, hello,” he says.
It’s the first time someone has called me Mrs. Brewer.
I melt.
“I see you’ve checked in all right. Do you need anything?” he asks.
“We’re fine now, thanks. But I will need help getting dressed and styled for tomorrow’s performance,” I say.
“I’ve thought of that, and I have someone picking up your dress from the house now.
He’ll drop it at a secure location, and tomorrow we’ll send in stylists for you to the condo where you’re staying now.
They’ve been informed they’ll be working on a celebrity, and they signed NDAs, so word won’t get out until you’re ready for it to.
So, barring any other unforeseen circumstances, you will see your father when you step out of the limousine I’ve arranged for you tomorrow when you arrive at the red carpet event before your performance. ”
Tears pinch behind my eyes. “You really thought of everything,” I murmur.
“I did. I will be in attendance should you need any additional security, though I think Mr. Brewer has been doing a fine job of keeping you safe in my absence.”
He has, though he won’t be able to forever. He’ll have his own responsibilities to return to very soon, which means I’ll need Gregory back.
I’ll need him with me when I finish shooting the movie. I’ll need him with me traveling to and from the studio as I record my next album, or on date nights out with my husband once we break the news to the media, or on any of a million other outings that he’s always accompanied me to.
But what if he doesn’t want to come back?
What if he’s happy with Danny’s mom and now I’m out one personal security guard I trust with my entire life?
How will I ever find anyone to replace him?
“Danny has been incredible, but we both know I’ll need you back full-time starting tomorrow as soon as I step out of that limo,” I say. “If nothing else, I might need your protection from my father and Brooks.”
“Neither of them trusts me anymore, Mrs. Brewer. I’m not certain they’ll welcome me back,” he admits.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. I’m welcoming you back. You’re my employee, and as long as you want this job, it’s yours.”
“I appreciate that, ma’am,” he says. “Oh, and Mr. Brewer?”
Danny glances up. “Yeah?”
“I’ve neutralized the threat.”
Danny grins. “Good work, MacGyver.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Don’t sir me, Greg. If I’m going to call you Dad one day, you can’t be calling me sir.”
“We’re a long way from that, Mr. Brewer. But thanks for the vote of confidence.” The line goes dead, and Danny starts to laugh.
I glance up at him. “What’s so funny?”
“He’s a pretty cool dude.” His eyes are twinkling, and I get the sense that he’s really okay with his mom seeing Gregory—if that’s in fact what’s going on.
“Yeah, I like him too. But he hates when people call him Greg.”
“Why do you think I do it?” He pauses, and his eyes are heated when they land on mine. “So, Mrs. Brewer, huh?”
“It’s the first time I’ve heard it,” I admit.
“I like the way it sounds,” he says. “In fact, hearing it made me kind of horny.”
“What doesn’t make you horny?” I tease.
He chuckles. “You’ve got a point. Pretty much every time we are in the same room together or I think of you or I hear a song by you or I hear your name or I take a breath, I'm horny for you.”
A thrill runs along my spine. “Right back at you, Mr. Brewer.”
He raises a brow. “Really?”
“I don't have a lot of experience when it comes to this stuff, but I know what feels good, and it seems like every time I'm with you feels better than the last time.”
“Well, then let's give ourselves a new challenge to overcome.”
With those words, he darts around the counter and pulls me into his arms. His lips crash down to mine, and this kiss is intense and urgent as he proves his last statement true. His hips buck to mine, and he's hard and raring to go.
The ache between my legs intensifies as my own body prepares for the delicious pleasure he's about to give me.
He pushes my skirt up and slides my panties down my legs, and then he lifts me and perches me on the edge of the kitchen counter.
He shoves his way between my legs, and then he makes a meal out of me right there on the counter.
I lean back onto my palms, my chest pushing out into the air as if my breasts instinctively searching out his mouth even though it’s hot on my pussy right now.
He hums against my wet, sensitive flesh as his tongue presses against my clit, the heat nearly unbearable as the onslaught of pleasure begins.
God, I love being Danny Brewer’s wife.