Wicked Force (Wicked Horse Vegas #4.5)(31)
This mollifies her a tiny bit. I get a half smile but she still manages a disapproving tone in her voice. “Well, thank you for recognizing my hard work. I really have put my heart and soul into securing this contract with Ian. Just promise me you won’t let anything distract you from your rise upward. You are moving up and I don’t want that to get derailed by some—”
“I promise,” I interject, before she can denigrate what I have with Kynan.
“Okay, then,” she says stiffly. “I’m just going to run out on a quick errand. Make sure you’re ready to go when I return at 5:30PM. And wear that black dress... the one with the capped sleeves.”
“Sure,” I say genially, accepting that she still needs to have some control.
When she leaves, I pull my phone out of my purse. The minute I turn it on, I see Kynan’s text and I can’t contain the yip of excitement that pops out of my mouth.
I don’t bother responding but dial him instead.
He answers almost immediately. “How did it go?”
Rather than give him the info he requested, I can’t help but share my excitement about his job. “You didn’t have to resign. I’m so relieved. I was feeling just awful about it.”
“It’s cool, love,” he says and I get all tingly over him calling me “love.” It’s so classically British but it’s the tone that makes it extra special. “Now tell me how it went on your end.”
“Mom wasn’t as accepting but I got her on board with it,” I tell him. “But I can’t see you tonight for dinner like we’d planned.”
“Why?” he asks curiously but in no way put out. “What’s up?”
I’m relieved he can roll with changes in plans, but then again, Kynan is so laid back, I figured he would. “Apparently Ian is here in Las Vegas and wants to meet for dinner. He has a contract for representation for me to sign, and apparently I’ve had some type of big offer already he wants to tell me about.”
“That’s awesome, Joslyn,” Kynan exclaims with enthusiasm. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks,” I say with a smile on my face but also a sadness in my heart. I have the sinking feeling that good things are coming my way but they may take other good things away from me. “Will you still come to my show tonight?”
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away,” he tells me.
“And um... can we still go to your place after?” I ask hesitantly, my face heating up. I want to feel him again. On me, inside of me, all over me, but it’s embarrassing to me to ask.
Kynan chuckles darkly and lowers his voice. My skin prickles when he says, “You bet your arse you’re coming over. You have no idea the things I have planned for you.”
For a brief moment, I consider saying to hell with my career and just taking an Uber to wherever Kynan is right now so I can demand he do the things he just promised.
But I can’t, and I’m laughing when I tell him I can’t wait to see him later.
Chapter 15
Kynan
Cash Sorles stands outside of Joslyn’s dressing room as I walk down the hall. I wasn’t sure who Jerico would replace me with, but he’s a good choice. He doesn’t have any military background but sure as hell knows a lot about guns and hand-to-hand combat. I need to make time to take him out for a beer and find out his back story. I know it’s got to be interesting.
He sees me coming and lifts his chin. “What’s up?”
“Not much,” I tell him. Pointing at the door, I ask, “She in there by herself?”
Cash nods and doesn’t seem surprised to see me here. That tells me he knows I’m involved with her and that’s why he is now on guard duty. He also doesn’t seem to be amused by it, which is good as I’d hate to have to impart some manners to him if he were to think it funny.
I give a two-knuckle rap against the door and wait for Joslyn to call me in. I step over the threshold, and then I barely get the door closed before she’s flying across the tiny room to launch herself into my arms. It’s the first time we’ve seen each other since I dropped her off today from the airport but even that is enough time for doubts to arise in such a new relationship, especially since we both have had some major things happening in the hours since.
I’m immediately relieved to see that she’s as happy to see me as I am her, and I’m also incredibly aroused as her mouth seals onto mine for a deep, hot kiss. My hands palm her ass and squeeze, and I try to think if we have time to fool around before someone would barge in on us.
That’s like a cold bucket of water dropped on me as I know that her mom and Michel are probably lurking around somewhere.
I no sooner let her slide down my body, ending the kiss with a tiny peck to her forehead, than the door is pushing open behind me. I move both Joslyn and me out of the way, and Michel sashays in.
I have to say, I thought it really weird that Joslyn was friends with a gay man that was twelve years her senior, but after spending the first five minutes in their presence together, I got it. They’re a lot alike in their core personalities. Both incredibly caring, to the point they defer to others’ happiness, and they both share the same sense of humor. I never questioned the age difference since.