Sweet Possession (Sweet #5)(38)



Christ. He hadn’t been on this job for a week yet and he’d already lost focus.

He shoved himself off the bed and strode for the door. “I’ll give you an hour before I’m back. I need to take you down and introduce you to your security team. For the next two weeks, you’ll eat, breathe and sleep these guys. You go nowhere without them—or me.”

Lyric sat up and dragged her hair behind her ear. “Okay. I get it. Don’t get all pissy with me.”

Connor nodded and then stalked out the door, needing to put as much distance between them as he could. His hands shook. Never in his life had he been so helpless in his attraction to a woman. He could control a response. He’d never lost his cool or his control, but Lyric threatened both.

The next two weeks were going to be a test of his will that he didn’t think he had a snowball’s chance in hell of passing.

Lyric rubbed furiously at her eyes to try to dust the cobwebs from her muddled brain. She shoved up from the bed and waited to gain her bearings before trudging toward the bathroom.

She turned on the shower and went over to check her appearance in the mirror. She grinned in delight when she saw the blue shimmer at the ends of her hair. It looked great. Julie had done a fantastic job. Lyric wished she hadn’t been quite so drunk so she remembered Connor’s reaction to it.

She turned, looking for her toiletries, and to her surprise saw her bags neatly stacked on the vanity. She rummaged through one of the boxes and dug out a scrunchie to put her hair up in.

Steam poured from the shower as she stripped out of her clothes. She couldn’t wait.

Hot water sluiced over her skin and she moaned in sheer delight. Some of the muck rinsed and her mind cleared as she tilted her head up and let the water run down her body.

For several long minutes, she simply stood there, vowing all the time that she’d never drink again.

About the time she was on the verge of boiling herself, she turned off the water and stepped out to dry off.

She wandered back into her room wrapped in a towel and went through the clothes that hung in her closet. If she had to meet a bunch of men charged with babysitting her, she wanted to look killer.

Connor said an hour, but she took an hour and a half. When she walked out of her bathroom, makeup and hair perfectly arranged, Connor was sitting on the edge of her bed. He made a show of looking at his watch as she sauntered over.

“Sober?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

“Did you have fun with the girls?”

She smiled. “Yeah, I did. I like them. I like them a lot. I don’t have many women friends. Okay, try no women friends. Or friends period. It’s kind of nice to think they might fill the bill even if they’re just pretending.”

Connor frowned. “They wouldn’t pretend. They’re good girls. None better anywhere. They’re genuine. And trust me, Julie doesn’t pretend to like anyone.”

A chuckle escaped Lyric. “Yeah, I got that impression. She’s cool, though. I like her. It’s hard to find honest, straightforward people in my line of work. Everyone lies. No one tells the truth.”

“Your line of work sucks.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose to someone like you it would. I don’t expect honesty. I assume everyone is out to f**k me. At least that way I’m not disappointed and I can do my job without being an emotional wreck every time I figure out someone isn’t who I think they are.”

“That’s no way to live. Damn it, Lyric. Don’t you think you deserve a better life than that?”

Startled by the vehemence in his voice, she cocked her head to the side. “It’s not a bad life, Connor. Singing’s what I always wanted to do. Putting up with disingenuous people is just a part of it all. A sacrifice for getting to do what I love.”

He reached out and touched her cheek, his palm sliding gently over her skin. “You deserve better.”

She smiled and rubbed her cheek against his hand. For once the idea of being . . . alone . . . with him didn’t bother her. She liked this. Something so simple as his touch. It was nonthreatening. He wasn’t like the others and she took great comfort in that.

“Well, it looks like for the next two weeks, at least, I’m going to have better,” she said huskily.

His gaze bored into her, caressing her skin as surely as if he touched her. “Count on it.”

God help her, but she was actually looking forward to her confinement with Connor Malone. What started out as a giant pain in her ass had turned into a break from reality that she desperately needed—and wanted. She wanted it so bad she ached.

He reached slowly for her hand and curled his fingers around hers. “Come on. I need to introduce you to the guys who are going to make sure you’re safe.”

She followed him down the stairs, her hand tucked into his the whole way. Only when they got to the bottom did he let hers fall away. His demeanor changed and he became all business as soon as they entered the living room where half a dozen men were watching television.

One of them pointed the remote and turned off the TV as the rest rose and focused their attention on her.

“Ms. Jones,” the one with the remote said as he stepped forward. “Kane Murphy. I’ll be heading your security team for the next two weeks.”

She frowned even as she took his extended hand and shook it. The man was drop-dead gorgeous. He had the look of a total badass. Muscular. Menacing. He had a “don’t f**k with me” look and piercing blue eyes.

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