A Reclusive Heart (Hollywood Hearts #2)(35)

for the night.

Chapter 14

“Go. Away,” Nick bit out tightly, but the damn woman refused to leave. At least she was on the other side of the door, he decided, otherwise he’d be tempted to strangle his little recluse.

“You can’t still be mad!” she said in exasperation. “I eventually got off your back.”

He paused mid-sip of his beer and glared at the door. “You didn’t get the hell off my back until I was in front of your door!” he snapped.

“I had to make sure that you wouldn’t do anything stupid,” she pointed out and he barely stopped himself from storming over to his door, ripping it open and kissing the hell out of her.

Now that would have been stupid.

Perhaps not as stupid as attacking some dumb kid in front of a group of J.L.

Lewis’ fans at a signing, he thought with a groan. What in the hell had he been thinking? He’d never lost it like that and certainly never over a woman. Several of the women he’d taken out over the years received attention from other men and he hadn’t cared at all. He didn’t get jealous, never cared enough to, but today he’d been ready to kill the little bastard.

For any other client he would have simply pulled her away and signaled for either store security to handle the guy or the manager. There was no way he would have taken a chance screwing up his career for anyone. He’d worked too damn hard to get where he was and wasn’t about to let anyone come between him and what he wanted.

Of course all his plans went to hell the moment he saw another man kiss her.

All he could think of at the time was that another man was touching his little recluse. Even as he grabbed the guy he knew what he was doing and that it could very well be the end of his career, but he hadn’t given a damn. All that mattered was taking care of Jamie and if he hadn’t been so furious at the time the realization would have probably worried him like it did now.

“Are you going to let me in?” she asked, sighing heavily with annoyance and sounding so damn cute that he had to stop himself from smiling.

“No.”

There was a brief pause before she said, “If you do I’ll tell you about the new book I’m writing and the big surprise,” she said brightly, probably hoping to lure him into letting her in and pestering him.

“I don’t care,” he said, surprising even himself. As her editor he should care.

The woman’s books were a goldmine and he’d be an idiot not to find out what she was working on so he could prepare an advertising campaign, but at the moment he simply didn’t care.

The only thing he cared about at the moment was getting his head clear, perhaps getting drunk as he tried to figure out how to explain to this whole thing to Rick in the morning when he called up to chew Nick’s ass out for the pictures that were no doubt already making the rounds on the internet.

“You’re really not coming out of there?” she asked, sounding disappointed.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Fine,” she said, sighing unhappily. “I guess I’ll just go without you.”

He didn’t bother responding as he took a sip of his beer. She could go out on her own for one night. She’d be more than fine. Besides he doubted that she was doing anything dangerous. Knowing his little recluse she was probably getting around to the little karaoke item on her to do list that had made him want to cry.

Actually if she was hitting a karaoke bar then he definitely wasn’t going with her, he decided, taking another sip of his beer.

“Okay, but if you need me I’ll be at Extreme Tattoo on Elm Street. I’ll be back later,” she said brightly as he choked on his beer.

******

“What do you think of that one?” she asked, pointing to a skull with snakes coming out of its eyes to make Nick laugh, but the man only glared down at her.

He’d been doing it for the past hour. Well, actually for the first twenty minutes he argued against her going through with this, but this was something that she wanted to do and wouldn’t let anyone talk her out of. For years she toyed with the idea of getting a tattoo, but her family’s disapproving attitude and her inability to stick up for herself held her back. After the phone call from her mother she decided that she was done letting her family’s expectations, needs and wants dictate her life. This was her life and she was going to start really living it.

It also didn’t hurt that over the past month she’d learned to take chances and enjoy her life. Before this tour she only dreamed of doing things like riding on a motorcycle or trying out paintball, but now that she did them she couldn’t help but want to do all of those other things that she’d been curious about over the years.

She was still nervous. Not that she’d admit that to Nick, but she was glad that he came with her tonight. She only wished that he’d lighten up a bit.

“This is permanent, Jamie,” he reminded her, again.

“That’s the whole point, Nick,” she said, walking over to the picture of the tribal tattoo that she’d chosen ten minutes ago. It was black, intricate and beautiful and she couldn’t wait to have it on her body.

“I really think that you should take some time and think this over,” he said as he ran his eyes over the artwork on the wall.