‘Go fuck yourself,’ she hissed and ran out to her car. Locking herself in, she yanked out her phone and called Nan.
‘Our goddamned mother is at it again. I’m coming over.’
Grady looked over the breakfast table at Asia and grinned. ‘I still can’t believe you’re here. Did you sleep okay?’ The hotel had been very accommodating and found Asia a room at the last minute.
Asia smiled. ‘I’ll say. I’ve got to give it to you, Gray; you always know the best hotels to pick.’
She dug into her fruit salad, and as she ate, she studied him. ‘I had some vacation time owed and nothing better to do so I thought, why don’t I go see my old pal, Grady?’
He tapped her juice glass with his. ‘Good decision. Hey, this is exciting, I can take you around Orleans, do the tourist thing. I do have some more auctions coming up… god, I hope they’re not like yesterday’s.’ He told her what happened, and Asia frowned.
‘That is unusual… but then again, there might just be a new player on the scene, someone who’s just made their fortune, wants to get in on the game.’
Grady shook his head in disbelief. ‘Half a billion, though? For a painting, even if – and this pains me to say – it’s a Rothko? Damn, I keep thinking about it, Asia, it was glorious. Whomever, he or she is, they’re no fan of etiquette. Went straight in, bang, knocked everyone else out of the running.’ He sighed, and Asia reached out and touched his cheek.
‘It is just a painting, Gray, don’t get down. You’re so like Ran, sometimes.’
He caught her hand and held it against his face, closing his eyes. ‘It really has been too long, Asia.’ He was gratified when she didn’t move her hand away. He opened her eyes and saw her expression; soft, loving, wondering. He lifted her hand to his lips.
‘Asia… ‘
She shook her head. ‘Don’t say anything. Let’s just see what happens.’
A thrill flooded down his body. She wants me, too. God, he had been waiting for this day for years. He laced his fingers between hers, his heart thumping against his chest. Asia’s lovely face was flushed, her dark eyes, soft, full of desire.
‘Do you want to go for a walk?’
Slowly, she met his gaze and shook her head, the flush on her cheeks deepening. He said nothing more but stood and led her back to the elevator. Inside, he pressed the button to his floor and then took her in his arms. He wanted to ask if she was sure, but instead kissed her, tasting the lips, he had dreamed about for years, his fingers sliding into the soft, dark hair that clouded around her. Asia returned his embrace, her gentle tongue caressing his, her hands on his chest, her thumbs brushing over his tightening nipples.
His cock was ramrod hard, and as he pressed her against the wall, his body curved onto hers, the feel of it pressing against her soft belly made him moan with desire.
‘God, Asia…’
In his room, they undressed each other slowly, taking their time, Grady kissing her shoulders as he removed her bra and let her full breasts fall into his waiting and eager hands.
‘You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,’ his voice broke as his emotion overcame him.
‘Ssh,’ Asia stroked his face, ‘It’s okay…’
He swept her into his arms and laid her back on the bed, not able to tear his eyes away from her incredible body. Athletic but with gentle curves, she was slim, slight, her skin a lovely olive color. He covered her with his body, his cock erect against his belly and as she stroked it with her hands, his own hands slipped between her legs to find her already wet for him, her sex swelling and pulsing with her desire.
The moment his cock pushed into her, Grady knew he’d found what he had been looking for all these years. As her legs curled around him and they kissed and fucked and sweated and cried out the other’s name, he could hardly believe it was happening at last.
Asia, Asia…
Half a world away, Asia’s ex-husband, was sitting backstage at a concert venue in Paris, watching his girlfriend get ready to go out and sing for some of the most important VIP’s in France. On Kit’s knee, Bo Kennedy’s son, Tiger, slept, Kit’s arms tight around the sleeping child.
Bo grinned back at Kit in the mirror, and then turned. ‘You’re a natural at that.’
Kit smiled. ‘Who knew? But it helps that your kid is awesome.’ Bo flushed with pleasure and went to kiss him.
‘You surprise me every day, Kit Mallory, and I adore that.’
‘I adore you, Miss Kennedy. How’re you feeling?’
‘Shit scared,’ she said bluntly in her London accent, and he chuckled. ‘I’m serious; I feel like I could chuck up me lunch. It’s bollocks that you can’t smoke inside anymore. I could do with a Gauloise right now.’
Kit shook his head, grinning. ‘You don’t even smoke and think of your voice.’
To be fair, she did look a bit green. ‘How do you do it, then?’ He asked, curious. ‘How do you stand up in front of all those people every night and not throw up?’
‘Not helping,’ but she grinned and turned back to the mirror to put on her mascara. ‘Well, it’s like… you know what it’s like when you go out on stage, you must have done theater?’
He shook his head. ‘Not once.’
She turned, obviously shocked. ‘Never?’
‘Not even at school.’
She blinked. ‘How’d you get into acting then?’
Kit looked uncomfortable. ‘At the risk of sounding like a complete asshole… this.’ He pointed at his face. ‘I got ‘spotted’ at a charity benefit by my agent, Naomi. She put me up for a part, and that’s that. It turns out I’m okay at it. Please don’t hate me.’
Bo laughed. ‘I ain’t gonna hate you for getting a lucky break. Pretty boy.’
Kit grinned. ‘It’s painful being this beautiful.’ He flicked his long hair back, and she threw her makeup brush at him, giggling.
‘But you’ve never fancied doing a stage play?’
Kit shook his head. ‘Stage fright. So come on, tell me the secret.’
Bo still looked surprised. ‘Well, it’s different than acting because with a music set you can really build up the anticipation of the audience. That’s why it takes so long for the singer to come on, building that atmosphere. It’s great for the audience, but not only that, it gets my adrenaline going and that is crucial to overcoming stage fright.’
Kit was fascinated. ‘Huh. Always thought it was an ego thing, that ‘I’m going to keep you waiting so you can beg for me to come out and stroke my huge ego.'
Bo nodded. ‘Oh, there’s definitely some of that going on too, we’re artists after all, as insecure and as monomaniacal as the next.’
She got up and grabbed her stage outfit, a long, midnight blue sheath that slithered over her body. Kit watched her dress, admiration all over his face. Man, he’d known her only a few weeks, but he’d changed his plans, cleared his schedule – much to the disgust of his agent – so that he could accompany her on the short world sold-out tour. When she wasn’t performing, they’d take Tiger to all of the tourist spots in whatever city they were in. Tomorrow, it was Disneyland Paris and Tiger, who had been hyper all day, was finally exhausted from excitement.
There was a gentle knock on the door and Tiger’s nanny, Felicity, poked her head around the door, saw Tiger asleep and grinned. ‘I’ll take him back to the hotel,’ she whispered, ‘give you two some privacy.’
‘Cheers, pickle, you’re a peach,’ Bo kissed Tiger’s forehead. ‘Night sweetie, see you in the morning.’
When they were alone, Bo checked her watch. ‘Half an hour till kick off.’
Kit took her in his arms. ‘You’ll knock ‘em dead, gorgeous.’
She tilted her head up for a kiss. ‘Christopher Mallory, you know what? I bloody love you.’
‘Beatrice Fenella Kennedy,’ he made up her middle name and she giggled, ‘I am so in love with you, it’s pretty gross just how much, actually.’
‘Who’d have thunk?’ She grinned.
‘I’m still not convinced the real Kit Mallory wasn't kidnapped by aliens and you got sent in his place.’
‘Was I really that much of an ass?’ Kit was slightly stung, and then conceded. ‘Yeah, I know.’
Bo kissed him. ‘Don’t be sad, you were never really like that, you just built up a mask.’
Kit shrugged. ‘Tell Asia that. I did not treat her the way she deserved.’
‘No, you didn’t, but that’s in the past.’ Bo’s voice had a little edge, and Kit looked at her curiously.
‘You’re not jealous of Asia, are you?’
‘Not jealous… curious. I mean,’ Bo sat down next to him, ‘and this is not a criticism, but I’ve seen her picture, heard you talk about her… why on earth would you cheat on her?’
Kit sighed. ‘The simple, awful answer is because the opportunity presented itself. Because I told myself, it didn’t count as infidelity. I was an insensitive idiot.’
Bo nodded slowly. ‘And now? If the opportunity presented it again?’
Suddenly he got why she was asking. He shook his head. ‘Bo… you are everything to me. Everything. I’m older; I’m wiser, and I’m committed to making us work, to us being a family; you, me and Tiger.’
He could see she wasn’t convinced, and his chest hurt with the pain of it. ‘Guess I’ll have to prove it to you,’ he said gruffly. Bo leaned her head on his shoulder.
‘I want to trust you, Kit, I do. It might take some time, but I’ll be right there with you, trying to put other relationships, other hurts, other mistakes behind me too. But I think, it’ll be worth it… don’t you?’
‘You bet that sweet ass of yours, it will be,’ he said fiercely, and took her face between his hands to kiss her, but she pulled away, grinning to soften the slight.
‘One last question.’
‘Go for it.’
She searched his eyes. ‘I have no doubt that you love me, Kit, but… are you still in love with Asia as well? It’s okay if you are.’
Kit sighed. ‘I don’t want to be, I don’t, but yeah, there’s a little part of me which still loves her in that way. I’ll get over it. You are the only one I want to be with, Bo; I swear to God.’
She nodded. ‘I believe you.’
Kit glanced at the clock. ‘Almost time. You knock ‘em dead, beautiful.’
She kissed him, and then moaned. ‘My bloody lipstick!’
They both laughed and quickly, she re-applied her gloss and was out of the door.
A quarter hour later, Kit listened to the roar of the crowd as she went on stage and felt such rush of pride and love that it overwhelmed him.
She was his Queen, and he was a slave to whatever she wanted or needed. He would do anything not to mess this up.
Grady wasn’t concentrating on this sale – not one bit. All he could think of were the last four days, the days filled with Asia, laughter, love, sex – a wonderful reconnection. It had been everything he’d hoped for, everything he’d dreamed about. Her soft skin against him, the bliss on her face as she reached orgasm, the way her lips moved against his. Afterward they had ctalked like old friends, and it was if both of them felt as if an age-old torment had been extinguished.
Now she was flying back to Seattle for work, and he felt empty. He had thought the auction might distract him, but all he wanted to do was to get on a plane and go to her.
Way to act cool, he grinned to himself. He must have laughed out loud as the elderly women next to him started and glared at him.
‘Sorry,’ he smiled broadly, winked at her, giving her the full on Mallory charm. She simpered and waved his smile away. Back in the room, Mallory.
The next artwork was a beauty – a little known Italian painter for sure, but one whose star was rising. Grady was confident he’d get it for a steal and started the bidding off. Two hundred thousand. He didn’t expect anyone to follow that, but once again, the price took off until Grady, exasperated, held his hands up in defeat. This went all throughout the whole sale. Grady had had enough. Walking slowly around the auction room, he tried to see who was taking his legs out from under him.
He stopped when he saw her. Café Girl. Mysterious Broken Laptop Girl. She was facing away from him, her phone in her hand. As he watched, she tapped out a text every time a price was called. She was texting someone. Grady didn’t take his eyes off her, and as the gavel came down on another outrageous price, she gave a little smile and put the phone to her ear, talking so low into it, he had no hope of hearing what she had said. At least he had a lead now, though, and when the auction was over (and he’d once again failed to secure a single painting), he followed her out into the street. She moved so quickly he didn’t have the time to call out, and after he’d scrambled after her for a few blocks, he lost her.
‘Fuck it,’ he breathed and turned down the nearest alleyway. The Café Girl hit him from behind like a wrecking ball, shoving him, face first, into a wall.
‘What the hell?’ he managed to shout before she waved a blade in his face.
‘Why are you following me, asshole?’ For a small woman, she certainly had some strength about her. Grady, despite the threat to his person, had to grin and, clearly annoyed, she shoved his face hard against the brick of the building. He held up his hands.
‘I’m not following you, you idiot, I was trying to catch up to you to ask you something. I was at the auction. I’m Grady Mallory.’
The knife disappeared, and she let him go. He turned – wait, he was wrong – the knife was still there, just not pointed at him. Well, that was progress. He smiled at her.
‘Hi.’
She was as cute as he remembered, and clearly could take care of herself. She looked at him with suspicious eyes. ‘I know your name. What do you want?’
‘To talk, that’s all.’
‘About what?’
‘About how you or someone you work with or for keeps outbidding me.’
She shrugged. ‘What of it?’
‘I’d like to talk, is all. Can I buy you a coffee?’
He’d expected an outright ‘no’ so when she nodded; it took him aback. ‘Fine. I know a place.’
She led him through the back streets of Orleans, places even he didn’t know existed until they reached a small, out of the way bar. It was dark and atmospheric inside, low jazz playing on the sound system. She sat down in one of the booths and signaled to a waitress.
‘Dewar’s, rocks,’ she said, and Grady nodded.
‘Make that two, thanks.’ He looked back at her. She was making the most of the free nuts in baskets on the table. He guessed she must be mid-twenties, her clothes, cheap but functional. Dark hair tied back in a ponytail. Army surplus by the looks of it. She carried a messenger bag; he supposed it was convenient for her piece of crap laptop and assorted deadly weapons.
‘Who are you?’
She shrugged. ‘No-one. An art student. I like to see the pieces when they’re going up for sale.’
The drinks arrived, and he took a sip. ‘But there’s more to it, isn’t there? You’re bidding for someone – or feeding them information as the auction goes on.’
Her chin lifted. ‘How do you know I’m not buying them?’
He didn’t even bother to reply to that, and she sighed. ‘Look, Mr. Mallory…’
‘Grady.’
‘Mister Mallory,’ she said firmly, ‘I don’t mean any offense, but how is what I do any business of yours?’
‘It isn’t,’ he shot back honestly and she looked taken back. ‘I'm just curious – or nosy, whichever suits you. I gotta say, I’m not used to being outbid.’
For the first time she smiled, and Grady was struck by how lovely her face was when she grinned. ‘I guess that’s just tough luck, Mr. Mallory. A bit of competition never hurt.’
‘Agreed,’ he nodded. ‘So, who is it?’
She shook her head, still smiling. ‘I am not at liberty to disclose my associate.’
Grady gave up. ‘At least tell me about you. What’s your name
?’
She hesitated for a second, and then relented. ‘Floriana Morgan.’
‘American?’
She nodded. ‘Half. Half Italian, hence the Floriana. If it helps just called me Flori.’
Grady stuck out his hand. ‘Well, then, hi Flori, I’m Grady.’
She gave a sheepish grin as she shook his outstretched one. ‘Hi… sorry about the…,’ she mimicked a stabbing motion and mimicked the Psycho music. ‘Can’t be too careful.’
‘That’s perfectly okay. You’re like an artist/ninja, then?’
She laughed. ‘Just an art student, I’m afraid. My attempts at art itself are somewhat amateur. My focus is on the history of art.’
‘Grad student?’
She shook her head. ‘No, still an undergrad, sophomore. Had to defer my college place for a couple of years.’
‘Are you based here?’
‘Portland.’
‘Maine or…’
‘Oregon.’
‘Then we’re neighbors, my family is in Seattle,’ Grady signaled for some refills, ‘Only seems right we should be friends. I don’t know if you know anything about what my family does but – ‘
‘Of course, I know,’ she said gently, ‘you and your father have done so much for the art world.’
Grady’s mouth hitched up on one side. ‘So why are you helping the opposition, whoever they are?’
He softened the question with a smile, but Flori looked uncomfortable. ‘Mr… Grady, I don’t want to… it was never my intention…’
He put his hand over hers for a brief second. ‘Flori, don’t worry. You’re right, a little competition never hurt. Besides,’ and he leaned back and sighed dramatically, ‘it was getting a little too easy anyhoo.’
He laughed as she lobbed a peanut at him. ‘But seriously, Flori, if you need any help with anything… like that crappy laptop of yours?’ He grinned when she looked askance at him, and a little scared.
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