Grey lifted a dark brow. “He quit?”
“Yes, he called in earlier today and said he won’t back. He’s not even giving two weeks notice.”
“Did he say why he was resigning?” Apollo Guisto asked.
“According to what I heard, he claimed he was getting behind in his studies at school. And there is something else. Something I think is major.”
Grey met the man’s gaze. “What?”
“A little investigation has revealed that Sam Perrin and Jolene Bradford know each other, very well.”
Grey sat up straight in his chair; his gaze was intense when he got the man’s meaning. Jolene had to be at least twelve years older than Perrin. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. In fact they lived together for over six months.”
“Are they still living together?”
“It doesn’t look that way. My sources say she moved out a month or so ago but that Perrin was pretty damn smitten with her.”
Grey sighed deeply as he stood. He still didn’t know Jolene Bradford’s whereabouts and that bothered him. “I want to know everything there is to know about Perrin including every aspect of his job while he was here. And I want Jolene Bradford located. I’m going to get a photograph of her so we can be on the lookout in case she makes an appearance here at the hotel.
Swearing softly, Grey spun on his heel and strode out of the room.
A hour or so later Grey entered the suite to find it dark and quiet. Evidently Brandy had gone to bed already. He’d had one of his men stationed right outside the door all the while he’d been in a meeting. He wasn’t taking any chances especially after receiving the last note, the one he hadn’t told Brandy about yet.
He shuddered at the threat that had been made, this one a little more explicit than the others. It claimed that when he was through, no other man would want Brandy. Again it had been signed The Man,but now that Grey knew the writer was a woman—a woman who believed all the ills that were befalling her were Brandy’s fault—he knew he was dealing with someone who was not in their right mind, and the only thing on that demented mind was revenge.
Earlier that day, a friend of his, a former agent, had paid a visit to Jolene’s parents in South Carolina. They claimed they had not heard from their daughter in over eight months. They’d also told the agent that when they had seen her last, she had not been herself but they didn’t believe that she would deliberately hurt anyone.
Removing his jacket, he relieved himself of his gun and holster. He carried both into the office and placed them in a drawer. He couldn’t help but remember the first time Brandy had seen his revolver. For the longest time she had stared at it like she’d never seen a gun before. Then her eyes had looked up at him as if expecting some sort of explanation as to why he was carrying such a lethal weapon. But now whenever she saw it she didn’t seem to think twice about it.
He rubbed a frustrated hand along his taut jaw. His shoulders felt tense, which was usually a good sign that something, although he didn’t have a clue as to what, was about to happen. He was glad he and his team had uncovered so much in a relatively short period of time but didn’t like the fact that their prime suspect could not be found. That meant she could be just about anyplace.
Without any reason to suspect the hotel’s security manager any further, Grey had taken Perry Hall into his confidence. To say Hall had been upset to learn that threats against Brandy had been made right under his nose and that he hadn’t been apprised was an understatement. And then to find out that he himself had been a suspect had almost been the last straw. But Grey hadn’t had the time or the inclination to deal with hurt feelings. His main concern was seeing that Brandy was protected and he needed Hall’s cooperation.
The man knew the layout of the hotel better than anyone and had the manpower to aid in keeping Brandy safe. After getting over his initial shock, Hall had been helpful in showing him the location of all the security cameras and agreed to have his men hook up a few others in various strategic places. He also agreed to let Grey use some of his men to monitor the cameras on a constant basis. The man had found it hard to believe the possibility that Sam Perrin was involved in anything. He claimed the young man was a “good kid” who kept to himself and did a good job and was friendly to everyone. But then on the other hand, Hall didn’t discount the possibility that Perrin could have been the one delivering the messages since he’d had the opportunity to do so.
Grey didn’t want to think about Perrin or Bradford any longer. He only wanted to think about Brandy and immediately headed for her bedroom.
Silence greeted him but so did her scent. His gaze was drawn to the woman lying in the large, inviting bed. The covers had been pushed back out of the way and his breath caught when he saw that she lay on the silken sheet naked. At least the sheer flesh-colored nightgown she wore made her look more naked than clothed. She was lying on her side with the front of her facing him.
The glow of light—from a nearby buildings—that shone through her bedroom blinds illuminated her form. His gaze took in all of her, her full, luscious looking breasts with the dark nipples, tiny waist, sexy belly with the gold navel ring he’d seen the first night they’d made love, and her long, sleek, and gorgeous legs. But the part of her he couldn’t take his gaze off was the thatch of dark hair between her legs. That particular area of her beckoned him, aroused him. And he thought of the hours he’d spent in that spot the past couple of days and just thinking about it made his erection throb harder, made his need for her that much stronger.
Driven by a desire that rammed through him with uncontrollable lust and an erotic hunger, he yanked off his clothes and flung them to the floor. It was difficult to breathe but he forced air from his lungs as he walked to the bed and came to a stop. He inhaled her scent as his mind flared with the thought of getting between her thighs.
A sound he suspected was his heavy breathing made her slowly open her eyes and she looked up and met his gaze. She ran her gaze over his naked, aroused body before letting her eyes settle on that part of him that was fully aroused and shamelessly throbbing for her.
Brandy’s gaze slowly returned to his as she shifted her position to lie on her back. Their gazes locked. Held. And the heat transmitting between them was almost unbearable.
Hot. Blistering hot. Passionately hot.
Simultaneously, they drew in short, tight breaths at the same time as he placed his knee on the bed to join her there. She immediately raised up to meet him, coming into his arms, drawing his head down to hers when her arms wrapped around his neck, joining their mouths into a kiss.
Their tongues tangled, tasted, as an urgent need filled both of their bodies. Grey gently slid his hands beneath her, lifting her to him, to his body, to his erection, finding that area between her thighs that was hot, damp, ready.
Needing it, desiring it, obsessed with having it.
And seconds later when he entered her, he growled deep within his throat, wondering how one woman could bring him to this: an irresistible need to bury himself inside of her, to pump into her, to come in her. A part of him wanted to pull back and pull out. He didn’t want to be that overwhelmed, overtaken, totally consumed with a woman. This was more than he’d felt for any woman, including Gloria. His mind closed out thoughts of Gloria and what she’d done to him, how she had betrayed him in a way no wife should ever betray her husband.
Instead he wanted to concentrate on the woman whose body was now joined with his. The woman who had the ability to drive him wild, the power to make him want to forget things he should remember, and who possessed the ability to satisfy every need within his body.
Not a single word was spoken between them as they mated in this special way. It was a way that took their wants and desires deeper, and made their passion for each other stronger. It was a way that had no restrictions, no reminders of past pain, and no regrets. The only thing they wanted to concentrate on was each other and the flame that was erupting into a full-blown fire.
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Grey knew that when he uncovered the person threatening to hurt her and it was time to go he would carry this, her generous acceptance of what they shared, with him always.
Brandy Bennett would have a permanent place in his heart.
Chapter 27
Mommy, Daddy says that big boys don’t wet their pants.” Carla tried to hide her smile as she glanced at her son over her glass of milk. “He did?”
“Yes, and he said I should try not to do it.”
“And will you?”
Craig nodded his head up and down before his attention was again drawn to the cereal box in front of him. Carla sighed deeply. Jesse had managed to do in less than a week what she’d almost given up as a losing battle—Craig and his potty training. Mrs. Boston had reported that there had not been wet or soiled training pants since Jesse had talked with his son.
His son.
The words seemed to hover in the air around her. It had been over a week since Jesse had made the decision to not only let her keep her company, but had made sure it could never be taken away from her. Her employees were ecstatic to know they would be keeping their jobs, and so far none of them had mentioned or questioned Jesse being Craig’s father. These days they only had nice words to say about the man who only a week ago had all of them sweating bullets.
“Mommy, will Daddy come here today?”
Carla met her son’s intense gaze. She knew that Jesse had not missed a day coming to visit Craig, although the majority of time he came while she was at work. Whether that time was more convenient for him or whether he was avoiding her she wasn’t sure. But still, his presence was there in her home even when he wasn’t. When she got home in the afternoon she had to contend with Craig’s relentless babbling of all the things he and his daddy had done that day. Then there were the reminders that a man had been in her home.
The scent of him would linger in the air long after he left.
“Mommy?”
She blinked, realizing she hadn’t answered Craig’s question. Although she wasn’t privy to Jesse’s schedule, she didn’t see where this day would be any different than the others. A part of her wondered just how long Jesse would stay in Orlando since she knew he had a business waiting for him in Los Angeles.
“Yes, Craig, I’m sure he’ll come, but you can’t expect him to come visit you every day.”
“Why?”
“Because he has work to do.”
Craig vigorously shook his head. “No. My daddy said he loves me before work.”
Carla smiled. “Yes, but Mommy loves you before work, too, but she still goes every day, doesn’t she?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Then you’ll understand when your daddy has to go to work.”
The doorbell rang and she saw Craig’s eyes lit up. “That’s my daddy.”
Carla lifted a brow, wondering if what Craig said was true and Jesse was at the door. Mrs. Boston had a doctor’s appointment and wouldn’t be coming until noon, so Carla had cleared her calendar this morning to stay home with her son.
She hoped it wasn’t Jesse since she was still wearing her bathrobe, but before she could stop him, Craig had raced away from the table toward the door. She caught up with him in the living room and her heart tugged at the excitement she saw in his face.
He peeped out the window and saw Jesse. “It is him,Mommy.It is my daddy!”
Carla pulled her robe tightly together as she opened the door.
“Jesse.”
“Carla.”
She stepped aside. “Please come in. There’s someone here who’s excited about seeing you.”
She watched as Jesse’s eyes lit up the moment he saw his son and she couldn’t help the fluttering that touched her heart. A little over a month ago Jesse Devereau had not known his son existed and now the love he had shining for Craig was blatantly clear for anyone to see. His acceptance, his love had been just that easy, simple and heartfelt. And Carla knew it was love. No matter what type of relationship the two of them had, their son would always enjoy the love of both his parents. Together they would look out for his well-being and best interest.
It was one of those rare days in late fall where a coat was needed and Craig had given Jesse barely enough time to shrug out of it before he had jumped into his arms. “Daddy, Daddy, you came today!”
“Of course I came,” he said hugging his son to him. Then he lifted a brow and pulled back somewhat. “And how’s the potty training going?”
“Good,” Craig said eagerly and proudly. “Isn’t it, Mommy?”
Carla chuckled. “Yes, it’s going good.”
Craig worked his way out of Jesse’s arms. “I’m going to get my coloring books and colors.” And before Carla could remind him he still had cereal left in his bowl to eat, he had taken off.
Jesse chuckled as he watched. “I remember when I use to have energy like that.”
For some reason a moment in time came to mind when she’d thought he’d had a lot of energy—the night they’d made love. He had taken her with a vitality that took her breath away just thinking about it. Once he had gotten over the shock that she was a virgin, he had pro
ceeded to give her the best sex of her life.
The only sex of her life.
She blinked when she suddenly realized that Jesse had been saying something. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
Jesse smiled as he put both hands in his pockets. “I said I’m glad the potty training has improved.”
Carla returned his smile. “Yes, I’m glad too, and I really appreciate your help.”
Jesse nodded and then his smile vanished. “I was a late starter myself. In fact I can vividly remember getting brutally whipped every time I did something in my underpants. That’s the reason the first family didn’t keep me.”
“Oh, Jesse, I’m sorry,” she said, wondering what type of people would not recognize that some kids were slower to learn than others.
“Thanks but I learned to survive.”
She nodded. Yes, he had. And along the way he had also learned not to become attached to anyone or anything. People had hurt him. They had let him down. He had grown up depending on and believing in no one. She couldn’t help but wonder what had compelled him to let his guard down with her that night they’d met at Sonya’s birthday party. Why had he trusted her enough to reach out? To let go? And for a rare moment, to share himself? Her vivid memories—and she still had plenty—reminded her of how he had shared himself with her, his time and his body.
At that moment Craig raced back into the room and any further thoughts of Jesse and that Thanksgiving night slowly dissolved from her mind.
Carla received a call around eleven from Mrs. Boston advising her the doctor’s office was running late in appointments and it would be after two before she could get there. Carla had told her not to concern herself with coming over to take care of Craig today because she would be staying at home the remainder of the day. She had placed a call to the office and Michelle had passed her messages on to her and had cleared her calendar for the remainder of the afternoon. Michelle had told her that Brandy and Amber had called, as well as Sonya.
Carla glanced across the room. Jesse and Craig had finished coloring an hour or so ago and were now building something out of Craig’s LEGO blocks. She had been sitting quietly on the sofa reading and every so often she would glance up and look at them, their heads together, father and son, as they tackled what appeared to be an interesting project.
“You want to help, Mommy?”
She blinked. Craig had caught her watching. She shifted her gaze from Craig to Jesse. So had he. “Uh, no thanks, although it looks like fun, Mommy will just continue to sit here and read her book.”
“What are you reading?” Jessie asked.
She shifted her gaze to Jesse and for a minute wished she hadn’t. He looked so good lying on her floor, so comfortable, so at home and so damn masculine. He had worn his jeans and a T-shirt and the clothes fit hi
m like a second layer of skin.
She cleared her throat. “There’s some new software out on the market and I thought I’d become familiar with it.”
He nodded. “What’s it called?”
Carla noticed he hadn’t stopped what he was doing with Craig and couldn’t help but wonder how his attention could be focused on two things at once. “It’s called Cybernate Plus and is supposed to be able to combine a lot of computer applications in one program. Ever heard of it?”
“Yes, and I’ve already checked it out and it’s not as good as they claim. One of my companies is working on something similar that will be better. We hope to have it on the market within a few months.”
Carla nodded. She was tempted to ask him just how many companies he had and decided it wasn’t any of her business. She switched her gaze from him to Craig. Their son was fighting hard not to fall asleep. Instead of saying anything out loud, she tilted her gaze to Craig and
Jesse’s gaze followed. He smiled in understanding.
“Hey, big guy, it’s time for your nap.”
Of course Craig decided to be difficult. “But I don’t want to take a nap. I want to stay here with you and Mommy.”
“All big guys need naps, Craig.”
“Even you?”
Jesse chuckled. “Yes, even me. Now, come on let’s get that nap over with.”
“Will you be here when I wake up?”
Jesse glanced quickly over at Carla and lifted a brow. She read his question and at her nod, he said to his son. “Yes, I’ll still be here.”
Satisfied with his father’s answer, Craig placed his hand in his and allowed himself to be led to his bedroom. By the time Jesse returned, Carla was in the kitchen making another pot of coffee. “I can leave if you want me to, Carla.”
She turned around and met Jesse’s gaze. “No, you’re welcome to stay. I just don’t want you to feel obligated to spend every waking moment with Craig. I know you probably have other things to do.”
Jesse shook his head. “No, not really. I have people in place to run things so I’m fine. Besides, it’s important to me that I build a strong, solid relationship with Craig. I want him to know and understand the role I intend to play in his life. I think that’s very important, given the fact that we aren’t married. It will be a challenge but I want him to know he can count on me just as much as he can count on you.”
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