Page 14 of Crave
“Yes?” she sighed.
“You leave me alone, and don’t come back in here unless I call for you. Nobody comes in here unless I say so. Got it?”
Her lustful gaze turned confused. “Um, sure. Is that all?”
“No.”
“No?” she asked.
“With all due respect, don’t ever try that again. I don’t pay to play.”
She tilted her head and brushed a hand through her hair. “What about for free?”
I jerked my head back, surprised that she was bold enough to ask me that. “Not interested.”
Her gazed dropped to my cock. I’d lost my hard-on.
“I’ll leave you in privacy, then.” She walked out of the cabin.
Once I knew for certain that I was alone and would not be bothered, I lifted Bryn’s phone off the seat beside me and smelled it, taking in a faint scent of her. Then I rubbed the damn thing against my cock. Instead of making me feel embarrassed, it made me horny as hell. I undid my pants and envisioned my dick charging into her silken haven. I’d never forgotten how that felt. With one deep inhalation along with a squeeze of my cock, I was experiencing Bryn Christmas anew.
Twice,I finished to memories of making love to the one woman in the world I craved. The act wasn’t satiating, though. I needed more from her—the total Bryn Christmas. But at least I got a few hours of shut-eye. Before my flight landed, the stewardess’s voice came over the intercom, asking whether I was ready for her to clear the cabin for landing.
With a woozy head, I said yes. I wasn’t a slob, so other than a general walk-through, there wasn’t much to clean. The stewardess avoided eye contact. I was fine with that. I’d probably never see her again. As I was disembarking, she stood by the door to say goodbye, in customary fashion. Before I made it out, she stepped in front of me and grabbed my cock.
“One day, after you marry your boring, pretentious, uptight wallflower, you’re going to want to fuck for real. I just slipped my card into your pocket. Call me. I want you.” Then she walked past me. I didn’t turn to get a look at her.
I wondered why the hell she’d said that to me.What did she overhear while servicing Boomer? What does she know?
I had to get independent faster than I’d planned. Landing Pedro as a client was more than a wish—it was a necessity. I had a feeling my father was cooking up some sort of scheme with the Lovells. I never wanted to see any of them again, especially Jimmy. And Bree left a bad taste in my mouth too.
Before I’d made it down the ramp, my phone rang. I was certain it was Boomer. I couldn’t put him off any longer. He wouldn’t stop calling until he got ahold of me. I knew he wanted to know how Newport had gone.
“Hello,” I said.
“Is this Jamison Cox?”
I stopped before my feet hit the concrete. I knew the voice because it was my job to recognize it. “This is he. Is this Mr. Santiago?”
“It’s me.” He sounded weary, and that worried me. “Sorry, but I’m going to have to cancel our meeting in the morning.”
I stood straighter, but that didn’t feel like the right position, so I tilted my head back to gaze up at the overlit LA sky. “Well, do you want to reschedule?”
“No. That won’t be necessary.”
My jaw was so tight it threatened to lock on me.“I don’t understand.”
“Thank you for thinking of me, but I can’t use your services.”
His words felt as if they punched me in the gut. “Can I ask you why?”
Pedro paused for a few beats.
“Is it because of Mr. Christmas—Jasper Christmas?” I asked.
“Who’s that?”
I rubbed my eyes, experiencing some relief. Pedro was a young and idealistic candidate, with good ideas and the energy to fight for them. He wasn’t familiar with those who were woven into the establishment. That was why I needed him. He would be my first step in a different direction. And because old candidates wanted to appeal to new generations, they would seek me out too. Boomer would get pissed. He would want to cut and run, and I would let him.Peace the fuck out, old man.
