Sweet Possession (Sweet #5)(9)

“We don’t have to get along for this to work, but you do have to listen to what I tell you. Every word. And you have to follow directions.”

She made a rude noise under her breath. “Just stay out of my way as much as possible.”

“Deal.”

She glanced sideways and appraised him with a seeking stare. “I think I like that you’re not kissing my ass.”

“It’s not your ass I want to kiss.”

The statement stunned both of them. Holy f**k, had he just said that? She blinked in surprise and then visibly retreated. The cocky, self-assured veneer was back, but for a moment, he’d seen something in her gaze that spoke to him. Longing.

With a smirk, she leaned forward and planted her lips solidly on his. Heat scorched a path from his mouth straight to his dick and flayed open every nerve ending along the way. She licked over his lips as if challenging him to open to her, but before he could, she pulled away and slid off the bar stool.

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” She gave him a flip wave and strode out of the bar.

CHAPTER 4

After an early morning jog, Connor showered and headed into Malone’s, hoping for some time to go over the file on Lyric Jones before everyone else showed up for this farce of a meeting. He should have known that Pop would already be in.

When Connor let himself into the office, he heard voices from the conference room and frowned. Pop wasn’t the only one in way ahead of time.

He went to the doorway to peer in and saw Phillip Armstrong having coffee with Pop. Pop looked up and motioned Connor in.

“Glad you came in early, son. Phillip has something he wants to discuss with you before Lyric arrives.”

Barely able to control his sigh, Connor pulled out one of the chairs and took a seat across from the two men.

“I really appreciate you rethinking this,” Phillip said. “William tells me you’re well suited for this job, and the truth is, I need someone I can trust.”

Connor shot Pop a glare. Well suited? What qualified him to be a babysitter slash bodyguard? His years in the army didn’t exactly prepare him to hover over a spoiled diva.

Pop glared back and Connor refocused his attention on Phillip.

“The danger to Lyric is more specific,” Phillip admitted.

And Connor hadn’t thought this could get worse. “Care to explain what you mean by that?”

“We’ve received what we believe to be credible threats. I pay a team a hell of a lot of money to discern whether a threat is merely someone mouthing off and wanting attention or whether it’s something we need to pursue.

“Mostly it’s the former and we nip it in the bud. People aren’t terribly smart and the trail back to them is usually easy to follow.”

“You’re getting threats you can’t trace back to an identifiable source.”

Phillip nodded. “Exactly. What concerns me is that whoever is doing them is delivering them in person. It started five shows ago and he’s followed her from city to city.”

Connor raised an eyebrow. “He?”

“We assume it’s a he.”

“An obsessed fan?”

Phillip frowned. “I’m not sure. Typically when you have some fan who’s obsessed or fancies themselves in love with a star, there’s a courting stage and then anger because their feelings aren’t acknowledged or reciprocated. This . . . this is just plain weird and unsettling.”

“Tell me.”

“He always leaves a note. Where varies. Once, it was taped to the bus. Once, it was on her guitar case. Another time it was in her dressing room.”

“No wonder you fired her security,” Connor muttered. “No one should be getting that close to her.”

Phillip nodded. “One of the many reasons. I also couldn’t be certain it wasn’t one of them. I got rid of everyone I had the power to fire. Unfortunately, Pete and Repete, her two pet bodyguards, are hers. She hired them. But I want you to keep an eye on them. I don’t trust them.”

“Lyric didn’t mention any of this when we met last night,” Connor said. “She mentioned that it had gotten harder to keep a distance from the fans and that she’d made a mistake in making herself too available.”

Phillip shifted uncomfortably in his chair and glanced over at Pop. Pop grunted. “You may as well tell him. You should have told us all this from the beginning. Last thing he needs is to go in blind.”

Jesus. What now?

“Lyric doesn’t know,” Phillip said. “I’ve kept a tight lid on it.”

“You want to say that again?” Connor asked.

“She doesn’t know.”

Connor shook his head in disbelief. Pop was right about one thing. People in show business had no common sense.

“What could you possibly hope to gain by keeping this from her? She has to be careful, which means she has to be aware of the potential threat to her. She can’t do that if no one tells her that some creep is stalking her. I don’t understand why you haven’t canceled her show or at least her appearance at the music store. Are you just trying to get her killed?”

Phillip’s lips pressed together. Connor hadn’t come out and said, You’re a dumbass, but his tone certainly implied it. Phillip didn’t look happy, but if the shoe fit . . .