very real,” he said huskily.
The sound of his voice was enough to dampen her panties. “So why did you run away?”
He glanced up at the ceiling. “I lost control, Casey. I do that a lot when I’m around you.”
I make him lose control? That was the best thing anyone had ever said to her.
“Well, for the record,” she said saucily. “I’m a fan of losing control. So feel free to do so whenever you like.” She couldn’t believe how brazen she felt. But this was Nick, and he was the one guy she’d always been able to be herself around. No matter what happened in the future, she was determined to keep their friendship intact.
“Oh, I plan to,” he said seriously. “I’m going to lose control over and over again with you.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispered.
Chapter Ten
Nick had never wanted to rip anyone’s throat out more than he did Clayton, Casey’s rock star friend. They were in the driveway of the rocker’s palatial home, and the man had twirled Casey around in a big hug, kissed her cheeks and hair and he was fairly certain her neck—all of which were off limits as far as Nick was concerned. Casey was—well she would be his. Even if she didn’t know it yet, she should have pushed the fool away on principle. She was too damn forgiving.
“Hey, girl, you are the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a long time,” Clayton said as he held her out to get a good look at her. Expecting some longhaired skinny Mick-Jagger type, Nick was surprised by Clayton’s Marine-style looks. He had tattoos up one arm and around his neck, and a small piercing in his right eyebrow.
Nick wasn’t at all happy with the way the man’s gaze lingered over Casey’s perfect breasts, which were prominently displayed in the red lacey blouse Linc had sent her. Since Linc wasn’t taking his calls, something he would deal with later, he had no idea why Casey’s closet was full of the designer’s clothes.
It was only a matter of time before he found out, though.
“Oh, Clayton, you’re still the biggest flirt. How’s the album going?” She pulled herself out of the man’s arms and put her large tote bag full of art supplies between them. Nick thought it was the most sensible thing Casey had ever done. And it gave him a reprieve so that he didn’t have to commit murder. That was no way to begin a relationship, even one based on mutual lust.
“Hot, girl. So hot you wouldn’t believe it. Who are your friends? You runnin’ with a posse now?”
“Well, I do live in Texas.” She smiled. “This is my friend, Nick. He was on his way to L.A. and let me hop on his plane. These other peeps are his security team. They keep us – safe.”
Clayton raised an eyebrow. “That’s some friend you have there. Didn’t know you were running in your Uncle Ted’s circles these days.”
“It’s Aunt Teddie now,” Nick said as he shook the other man’s hand.
The man’s wide eyes made them all laugh. “Sounds like we need to catch up,” he said to Casey.
“That we do, but I need to get to work first. Can’t do that until I hear you play.”
“Well, come on, then.” The other man smiled. “You and your posse are welcome to join us,” Clayton offered, but the smile he gave Nick didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Oh, no. Nick has a busy schedule,” Casey interrupted.
“Well, I do, but we can stay for awhile,” Nick said. There was no way in hell he was leaving her side.
Casey gave him a strange look, but he shrugged.
“I’ve never been to a recording session, and you’re always saying I need new experiences.” The guy was a lecher. Besides, his most important job was to keep Casey safe.
“Awesome,” Clayton said, but it was obvious he didn’t think so.
The security team, except for Mason, stood outside the building, which had been built into the side of a hill. Inside was a state-of-the-art recording studio. Except for the large soundboard and all the equipment, it looked like a comfortable den
The sound of his voice was enough to dampen her panties. “So why did you run away?”
He glanced up at the ceiling. “I lost control, Casey. I do that a lot when I’m around you.”
I make him lose control? That was the best thing anyone had ever said to her.
“Well, for the record,” she said saucily. “I’m a fan of losing control. So feel free to do so whenever you like.” She couldn’t believe how brazen she felt. But this was Nick, and he was the one guy she’d always been able to be herself around. No matter what happened in the future, she was determined to keep their friendship intact.
“Oh, I plan to,” he said seriously. “I’m going to lose control over and over again with you.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispered.
Chapter Ten
Nick had never wanted to rip anyone’s throat out more than he did Clayton, Casey’s rock star friend. They were in the driveway of the rocker’s palatial home, and the man had twirled Casey around in a big hug, kissed her cheeks and hair and he was fairly certain her neck—all of which were off limits as far as Nick was concerned. Casey was—well she would be his. Even if she didn’t know it yet, she should have pushed the fool away on principle. She was too damn forgiving.
“Hey, girl, you are the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a long time,” Clayton said as he held her out to get a good look at her. Expecting some longhaired skinny Mick-Jagger type, Nick was surprised by Clayton’s Marine-style looks. He had tattoos up one arm and around his neck, and a small piercing in his right eyebrow.
Nick wasn’t at all happy with the way the man’s gaze lingered over Casey’s perfect breasts, which were prominently displayed in the red lacey blouse Linc had sent her. Since Linc wasn’t taking his calls, something he would deal with later, he had no idea why Casey’s closet was full of the designer’s clothes.
It was only a matter of time before he found out, though.
“Oh, Clayton, you’re still the biggest flirt. How’s the album going?” She pulled herself out of the man’s arms and put her large tote bag full of art supplies between them. Nick thought it was the most sensible thing Casey had ever done. And it gave him a reprieve so that he didn’t have to commit murder. That was no way to begin a relationship, even one based on mutual lust.
“Hot, girl. So hot you wouldn’t believe it. Who are your friends? You runnin’ with a posse now?”
“Well, I do live in Texas.” She smiled. “This is my friend, Nick. He was on his way to L.A. and let me hop on his plane. These other peeps are his security team. They keep us – safe.”
Clayton raised an eyebrow. “That’s some friend you have there. Didn’t know you were running in your Uncle Ted’s circles these days.”
“It’s Aunt Teddie now,” Nick said as he shook the other man’s hand.
The man’s wide eyes made them all laugh. “Sounds like we need to catch up,” he said to Casey.
“That we do, but I need to get to work first. Can’t do that until I hear you play.”
“Well, come on, then.” The other man smiled. “You and your posse are welcome to join us,” Clayton offered, but the smile he gave Nick didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Oh, no. Nick has a busy schedule,” Casey interrupted.
“Well, I do, but we can stay for awhile,” Nick said. There was no way in hell he was leaving her side.
Casey gave him a strange look, but he shrugged.
“I’ve never been to a recording session, and you’re always saying I need new experiences.” The guy was a lecher. Besides, his most important job was to keep Casey safe.
“Awesome,” Clayton said, but it was obvious he didn’t think so.
The security team, except for Mason, stood outside the building, which had been built into the side of a hill. Inside was a state-of-the-art recording studio. Except for the large soundboard and all the equipment, it looked like a comfortable den
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