he said. “I want some manners.”
She blinked with surprise. And then she glanced over her shoulder, to where Bonner was sitting on the arm of a chair, telling some outrageously long tale to the delight of the other passengers, and Jack suddenly clicked to it.
“Is that it?” he asked incredulously, glancing at Bonner. “Are you afraid I’ll mention our little dance to your boyfriend?”
Audrey’s eyes flew open wide, then just as suddenly fell into a narrow glare. “ No . He wouldn’t believe you anyway. And besides, there is no point in telling him, because it was just a stupid little thing. The sooner you get over it, the better off you will be.”
Jack chuckled low and leaned back. “You think that kiss was that good?” he asked. “What makes you think there was anything to get over?”
Audrey colored and she frowned. “Whatever,” she said, sounding suddenly uncertain. “Can we please agree that we’ll both just do our jobs?”
“I’m definitely going to do my job,” he said, smiling a little at the blush in her cheeks. “But lighten up, okay? I’m not here to give you a hard time. I just want some basic courtesy.”
Audrey’s blush deepened. She made a sound of disgruntlement before slouching down in her seat and lifting the papers so that she couldn’t see him.
Jack didn’t bother her again. But he sat smugly confident in one thing—she hadn’t forgotten that damn kiss any more than he had.
When they at last arrived in Omaha, the passengers rolled off the plane—and were put in a waiting limo. Jack, Audrey, and Lover Boy took a separate limo and a different route to the hotel.
When they arrived, Audrey’s assistant, the cute redhead Jack remembered from Costa Rica, had already handled everything. The hotel folks were waiting for Audrey and Boy Toy in the back, where they would be let in via the kitchen and escorted to their room to avoid the small throng of fans who’d gathered out front.
Once they were inside, Jack checked in with his guys—three of them were taking shifts in the lobby and on Audrey’s floor—and then checked into his room.
He had changed his clothes and was headed for the gym to work off his frustration—and the sudden desire for sex—when someone knocked at his door. When he opened it, the redhead swept inside. “Hey,” she said, obviously in a hurry as she ducked under his arm. “We haven’t formally met. I’m Courtney, Audrey’s assistant.”
“Jack,” he said, extending his hand.
She smiled seductively as she took his hand in both of hers and shook it. “You look like you’re running out, so I’ll be quick. Audrey left the earpiece that goes with her phone on the plane. There’s no one who can go get it, so Audrey asked that you go back for it. I’ll make a quick call to the plane to make sure someone is there to meet you.”
Jack said nothing at first. It took his mind a few minutes to absorb the notion that anyone on this tour thought he was Audrey’s personal gopher. Audrey especially. Courtney lifted a brow; Jack smiled and pulled his hand free of her grip. “I can’t do that, Courtney,” he said congenially.
“Oh, but you have to do it. No one else can be spared.”
“Sorry. No can do,” he said, and still smiling, he gestured to the door.
“Well . . . what am I supposed to tell Audrey?” Courtney asked uncertainly as he opened the door and held it open.
“Tell Audrey that I said to remember she hired me to keep her safe, not to pick up after her or walk her damn rat. So if she asks me to do something like that again, she can find other security.”
Courtney blinked with surprise. “ Oh ,” she said uncertainly. “Do . . . do you really want me to tell her that?”
He leaned down so that he was eye level with her. “Word. For. Word .” He straightened up again.
“Oh-kay.” Courtney looked at him like she thought he was nuts and slowly stepped across the threshold.
“See you,” he said, and shut
She blinked with surprise. And then she glanced over her shoulder, to where Bonner was sitting on the arm of a chair, telling some outrageously long tale to the delight of the other passengers, and Jack suddenly clicked to it.
“Is that it?” he asked incredulously, glancing at Bonner. “Are you afraid I’ll mention our little dance to your boyfriend?”
Audrey’s eyes flew open wide, then just as suddenly fell into a narrow glare. “ No . He wouldn’t believe you anyway. And besides, there is no point in telling him, because it was just a stupid little thing. The sooner you get over it, the better off you will be.”
Jack chuckled low and leaned back. “You think that kiss was that good?” he asked. “What makes you think there was anything to get over?”
Audrey colored and she frowned. “Whatever,” she said, sounding suddenly uncertain. “Can we please agree that we’ll both just do our jobs?”
“I’m definitely going to do my job,” he said, smiling a little at the blush in her cheeks. “But lighten up, okay? I’m not here to give you a hard time. I just want some basic courtesy.”
Audrey’s blush deepened. She made a sound of disgruntlement before slouching down in her seat and lifting the papers so that she couldn’t see him.
Jack didn’t bother her again. But he sat smugly confident in one thing—she hadn’t forgotten that damn kiss any more than he had.
When they at last arrived in Omaha, the passengers rolled off the plane—and were put in a waiting limo. Jack, Audrey, and Lover Boy took a separate limo and a different route to the hotel.
When they arrived, Audrey’s assistant, the cute redhead Jack remembered from Costa Rica, had already handled everything. The hotel folks were waiting for Audrey and Boy Toy in the back, where they would be let in via the kitchen and escorted to their room to avoid the small throng of fans who’d gathered out front.
Once they were inside, Jack checked in with his guys—three of them were taking shifts in the lobby and on Audrey’s floor—and then checked into his room.
He had changed his clothes and was headed for the gym to work off his frustration—and the sudden desire for sex—when someone knocked at his door. When he opened it, the redhead swept inside. “Hey,” she said, obviously in a hurry as she ducked under his arm. “We haven’t formally met. I’m Courtney, Audrey’s assistant.”
“Jack,” he said, extending his hand.
She smiled seductively as she took his hand in both of hers and shook it. “You look like you’re running out, so I’ll be quick. Audrey left the earpiece that goes with her phone on the plane. There’s no one who can go get it, so Audrey asked that you go back for it. I’ll make a quick call to the plane to make sure someone is there to meet you.”
Jack said nothing at first. It took his mind a few minutes to absorb the notion that anyone on this tour thought he was Audrey’s personal gopher. Audrey especially. Courtney lifted a brow; Jack smiled and pulled his hand free of her grip. “I can’t do that, Courtney,” he said congenially.
“Oh, but you have to do it. No one else can be spared.”
“Sorry. No can do,” he said, and still smiling, he gestured to the door.
“Well . . . what am I supposed to tell Audrey?” Courtney asked uncertainly as he opened the door and held it open.
“Tell Audrey that I said to remember she hired me to keep her safe, not to pick up after her or walk her damn rat. So if she asks me to do something like that again, she can find other security.”
Courtney blinked with surprise. “ Oh ,” she said uncertainly. “Do . . . do you really want me to tell her that?”
He leaned down so that he was eye level with her. “Word. For. Word .” He straightened up again.
“Oh-kay.” Courtney looked at him like she thought he was nuts and slowly stepped across the threshold.
“See you,” he said, and shut
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