Page 6 of Only for the Moment
Chapter Three
Of course it’ll be your pleasure. Look at him!
Kennedy managed to keep the polite smile glued to her face despite the freak-out going on behind the mask. And who wouldn’t freak out? She’d nearly swallowed her tongue when she walked into her boss’s office for an emergency meeting and came face-to-face not only with the man who’d been holding up the wall in the lobby of thespa this morning—where her mouth had run a bit on the less than professional side—but also the guest she’d thoroughly embarrassed herself with. The guest that was none other than the top rock star in the country. The one man she’d really hoped to never see again.
Liar!
Right. So her libido had hoped he’d appear at some point, but her brain knew it was far better for her peace of mind—and herjob—that he not. As she tiptoed her way through this mine field of a conversation, she focused on listening to that voice. The smart one. The one that didn’t always get her into trouble.
Isaac Anschau.TheIsaac Anschau. She wasn’t sure how she could’ve missed it. Sure, he’d been lying facedown, but even seeing half his face squashed against a pillow, she should’ve known who the hell he was.She’d been too distracted by the accent, probably. That low, lazy sound didn’t come through clearly in his music, which might be for the best because it was guaranteed to make you forget your own name, much less recognize someone else’s. It was hot, sweaty, back-scratching sex at its finest.
A quiver rushed down her spine.
He’s a client; nothing more.And yet pulling herself away from thoughtsof him was impossible when he sat right in front of her, when he spoke to her, when he stared into her soul with those piercingly light blue eyes, like a crystalline sea she could lose herself in…
Damn. He could not find out it had been her this morning at the spa. If he did, she’d die of shame.
And if a disgruntled guest of his caliber reported her to Jerry? She’d be out on her ass.
“You askedfor the Brazilian, correct? Adventurous man.”What demon had taken up residence on her tongue for those few crazy moments?
She forced herself to stop the frantic hand-wringing in her head and focus on the sexy rock star— No. Focus onthe job in front of her; that’s what she needed to do. God.
“Kennedy, meet my head of security, best friend, and cattle prod when I need it, Nick Lewis.” Isaacsmirked, staring up at the big man beside his chair. She would’ve said dwarfing the musician’s tall, athletic frame would be difficult, but Nick’s muscled body would dwarf just about anyone. “Anywhere I go, he follows.”
She quirked a brow. “Anywhere?”
She’d meant the comment as a security question, but Nick’s snort of amusement reminded her it could be taken more than one way. A grin tuggedat her lips, though she fought it.
Nick winked in her direction. “I like her, boss.”
“You like anyone who’ll give me shit.”
“Very true.” Nick settled into a wide-legged stance, hands clasped in front of him, completely comfortable in his own skin. Kennedy had a feeling she was going to like him as much as he seemed to like her. “Our crew will be at a different hotel, obviously, but I imagineyou are familiar with the volume of traffic we’ll have in and out of the penthouse; it’s unavoidable. I have a five-man security detail in place, and your office has kindly provided an emergency crew until their permanent team reports for duty tomorrow. I’m impressed.”
“We want nothing less,” Kennedy assured him. Security was a priority throughout the resort—visitors didn’t flock to places wherethey felt unsafe—but the Sovereign’s high-profile clients received the benefit of personal security from their own highly trained security team. Cooper would have put the arrangements in motion as soon as he was notified of the unexpected arrival. “For the next two weeks, your safety and comfort are our top priority.”
Isaac dismissed her assurances with a casual wave. “Honestly, I just reallywant to relax as much as I can. There’ll be a lot to do to get ready for the show, but we’ve been full bore for nearly six months…”
Kennedy nodded. “My brother is a musician; I totally get it.”
One blond brow arched above his intense stare. “Oh? Anyone I know?”
“Probably.” She couldn’t resist what her brother called her witchy smile. Isaac probably expected her to have a friend in some obscurelittle group, not to be related to the chart-topping founder of a mega-hit band. “My brother is Vincent O’Connell, from Weekend Washout.”
“Bugger me, didn’t see that coming.” His gaze took her in, head to toe, generating a heat that had her shivering in her stilettos. “You certainly look like family.”
“I bet she’s the cute one on that branch,” Nick said. She swore his eyes twinkled as they methers.
“O’course,” Isaac said. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen V. Ran into Hank a few months ago at a concert in SoCal.”
Jerry cleared his throat. “Well, it sounds like you two have plenty to talk about.”
She recognized her boss’s signal: time to move the clients to her office. Isaac filling her personal space with his masculine, possibly unforgettable presence wasn’t her first choice, butshe had a job to do—and damn it, no sexy rock star would keep her from doing it. She stood.
Her boss stood as well. “You’ll be in the best of hands, Mr. Anschau.” He pulled a case from his back pocket as Isaac joined him on his feet. Handing over a gilt-embossed card, he said, “In the meantime, if there’s anything I can help you with, anything at all, don’t hesitate to contact me.”
“I won’t,although honestly, with the gracious accommodations and Kennedy on hand, how could I need anything?” Isaac’s smile appeared genuine, without the brittle polish of celebrity that so many of her clients wore to protect themselves. Or maybe it was the soft lilt of his accent coloring her view, making him sound almost country:anythin’. A sigh escaped.
