“He’s working. Hunter’s gone AWOL. You’re it.”
“Not tonight, Logan.” Last thing Xander felt like was an all-night party and the potential for another hook-up. He was still working through the intensity of this afternoon.
“Are you seriously turning down a night with these models? I’m talking glitter and ink. Girls who are excited and ready to party—”
“Like it’s 1999, yeah I got it. Not tonight.” Just the thought of it made him feel rocky.
“What’s wrong—you sick?” Logan asked.
Xander smiled. His cousin was as blunt and nosy as ever. “I’m crunched with a deadline. Got to get it done.”
“You still work too hard. You not got it through your head it’s not necessary anymore?”
Logan and Connor had never taken the hard-line attitude of their father. As kids they’d split everything they’d gotten three ways with Xander—or tried to. Xander refused much of it. But he knew they’d do the same with the property and the trust funds if they could. But he was never going to let them try.
“It’s necessary.” Xander stifled a groan. “You ever thought that maybe I like my job?”
They all knew the injustice of their grandfather’s will—that he’d cut Xander’s mother from it. It had made her dependent on the benevolence of her brother. She hadn’t had the energy or resources to contest it at the time. She hadn’t wanted to. She’d agreed. It didn’t make it right. The Hughes machine was too big a bulldozer. So Xander had worked. He’d succeeded. He’d skipped a year at school, started and completed his degree ahead of all those his own age. His strength?
Security—installing systems for all kinds of organizations. He’d started small—from cafes to bars to hotels and bigger businesses.
He’d won financial security for his mother. That had been his long-term goal and he’d done it. And in the process, he’d discovered success was addictive. He wanted to be the best in his industry. He’d formed a partnership with Hunter—who was a personal protection specialist—so they covered two aspects of the market. And now Hunter was looking out for cyber specialists as well. Physical security—premises and personal—was one thing, but the Internet element needed its own management. They wanted to be able to offer the full package. So work was taking almost all his time and energy. And that was good.
“I like my job too,” Logan said in the hard-edged tone that sent his assistants scurrying to obey. “Actually, I love it. I also like to party hard. You need better balance”
“I’ll find my Zen another day.” Xander grinned at his cousin’s obvious irritation. “Tonight I’m working.”
Logan’s growl of disapproval rattled down the line. “Fine. Be boring then.”
“You don’t need me anyway,” Xander soothed. “In five minutes you’ll have found some flexible twins or something and be upstairs in one of Rocco’s rooms, banging them both to nirvana.”
“Hmm.” Logan still didn’t sound pleased.
Xander finally tuned in to the fact that beneath Logan’s grouchy tease there was something else. “You jaded?”
There was a micro-pause. “Nah. You’re right. Twins. I guess I could work with that idea. Most of these models all look the same anyway.”
Jeez, he did sound bored and in a bad mood. “So why not see if you can find yourself a perfect pair.”
“Alright, I’ll go find a fucking orgy.” Logan hung up.
Xander put his phone down, looked at it in mild concern. Maybe he should go buddy with his cousin to jolly him out of that uncharacteristic grump. But knowing Logan, he really would find some twins. By the time Xander got there Logan would be out of sight and all action. Xander grimaced, his own grumpiness claiming him again. Last thing he wanted was to be with another woman. Maybe he’d forget about women for a little while. At any rate, there’d never be just one woman.
Having a family wasn’t something he was ever doing. His blood-line ended with him—the weakness and brutality of his father. And it had been enough to achieve security for his mother. He didn’t want to have to do it for a whole family of his own. He didn’t want more of that responsibility. He gave enough in his career, in his work. He just wanted fun. And usually the women he chose were easy, loving fun. Usually he didn’t stay awake for hours after sex. Usually he walked away feeling light, relaxed, and satisfied.
But he was so unsatisfied now—his capacity for sleep killed all because he kept seeing a pair of deep blue eyes and a lush red mouth in his mind.
Temptation bellowed in his blood.
There was only one way of coping. He’d leave town. He’d fly to Houston and personally check on that cinema project that Hunter had sent his way. The one that his most junior engineer had been forever on the phone to him about.
Out of sight, out of mind, right?
But two days later he still wasn’t sleeping, despite the literal distance he’d put between himself and temptation. He was still thinking about her. Still dreaming of a replay—dangerous territory. And then his phone rang again.
“Where the hell are you? I’m in trouble,” said Logan.
Xander tensed. “What kind of trouble?”
“Sleaze.” Logan growled. “It was your idea. It’s your fault.”
“What is?” Xander wasn’t in the mood for random charges.
“Check your email again.”
Keeping Logan on the phone, Xander quickly opened his inbox and clicked on the attachment Logan had sent. For a moment he just stared at the image. “Shit Logan—”
“How was I to know they were filming the whole thing?” Logan growled. “You ever meet women that hungry to be celebrities? It’s sick.”
Logan had definitely found look-a-like models. And he’d definitely done them—Xander had the photographic evidence in his hand. “They filmed it?”
“Uploaded it all over the Internet.”
Xander couldn’t help laughing.
“It’s not funny. You should hear Connor.”
“Connor’s come down on you?” That was unusual, Connor might appear to be the more serious, but he was as wild as any of them when it came to women.
“I’m the star of a fucking sex tape. It’s horrific.”
“You’re not the star Logan, the girls are.” Xander tried to make light of it. “Most of the footage will be of them, right?” Hell he hoped so.
Logan grunted.
Xander shook his head. “How did you not notice the camera?”
“I was getting my rocks off at the time. You never been flat on your back with a girl riding your cock and another on your face?”
“Jeez.” He hadn’t actually.
“Don’t ask for the U.R. Fucking L. I was drunk, alright? I didn’t know they were Playboy wannabes. Or bona fide porn stars. What the hell am I going to do?”
Clearly being proud wasn’t an option. “Carry on as normal. Never concede defeat. You’ve done nothing wrong—wait, they were both adult, right?”
“Of course they bloody were.”
“Well that’s okay then. Your privacy has been violated but there’s no getting the genie back in the bottle now. The horse has bolted.”
“The clichés aren’t helping.”
“Course they are. Chin up brother, ride out the storm.”
A string of cuss words came through the receiver and then the line went dead.
With a half laugh Xander immediately went online to look up flight times. He’d go home and see Logan. Together they’d swear off screwing around. They’d play sport or something instead. Neither of them needed a woman.
Chapter Ten
Chelsea rode the lift down aiming to hit the local deli and grab an instant meal. She was too tired to face the stairs even though she knew it would be good for her leg. Three days had passed since That Afternoon and she still thought of it whenever she let her brain off the leash. Tragic, right? She wasn’t some thirteen year old in the throes of her first ever crush. She was twenty-four, a post-grad student with brilliant grades—sure, she’d had some time out while she recovered from the accident, but now, just when she should be getting back on top, all her mushy brain could think about was Xander.
What he’d done to her. How he’d made her feel. And how much she wanted it again.
The moment she’d woken later that evening, she’d known he’d gone. That had been the rule in what had only been a game. But in that game he’d kissed every inch of her and buried deep, his size and power claiming entire possession. Then he’d pushed deeper still. And at these mere memories her body softened again, heated, hungered.
Superman?
Oh yes.
He hadn’t left a note—nothing on her pillow, her desk, her phone, her bench. No message anywhere. In fact there was no sign he’d even been there. It really was like it had been nothing but a dream. Fantasy.
Except now moving around her apartment block was an exercise in nerves. She wanted to see him and didn’t want to see him. Daily she resolved not to think about him. Then failed. But there’d been no sign of him so far. He hadn’t been running with his buddies—she’d seen just two of them the other day. Hunter and Rocco. The level of her disappointment was pathetic. The only way to deal with it was to exit and enter the building as fast as possible. So the elevator it was.