Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
"Oh. The band is doing their part right now."
"Ah." His blue eyes shift between me and Gideon as if waiting for an introduction.
"John, I'd like you to meet Gideon. Gideon, this is my manager, John. John, Gideon is my…"
"Man," Gideon growls. "I'm her man."
Oh, I'm going to kill him. I was going with cousin, not boyfriend. But that ship has sailed now. If I try to call it back, I'm going to look like a lunatic. Or blow Gideon's cover before it's even in place.
My foot accidentally on purpose slips, kicking him in the shin.
He doesn't even bat a lash.
Surprise flares in John's eyes before he manages to school his expression. He shoots Gideon a smile. "Well, then, it's good to meet you, Gideon. Our girl here doesn't share much about her personal life. It's good to see she actually has one." He laughs, tucking his sunglasses into his pocket. "I was beginning to worry."
I exhale a tiny breath, relieved. That went better than I thought it would. John can be single-minded. I think he may be more focused on my career and getting me to the next level than I am sometimes. He works his butt off and expects me to do the same. I figured he'd look at a boyfriend as a distraction. He's intimated as much before. But maybe now that I've got the record deal, he's easing off a little.
"Let me worry about her personal life," Gideon says, his voice firm. He's staring at John exactly like Kane does, as if he's a bug he wants to squash. "You worry about her career."
"That's the plan," John says before turning to me. "Are you ready to get back to work, Kenz?"
I barely contain a grimace when he uses the nickname he gave me. It doesn't even match my name, but he insists on using it.
"We need to discuss your setlist for tomorrow."
"Yeah." I pop up from the sofa, eager to put a little distance between him and Gideon before Gideon says something crazy. I've known the man for all of two hours, and I already know he's a menace.
He rises to his feet beside me, snagging my hand. Before I can even react, he tugs me into his arms.
"Relax," he mouths. Half a second later, his lips come down on mine. He lingers just long enough to send a powerful jolt through my system and make it look believable and then releases me.
I stumble, partially because I'm caught off guard, partially because an electric current still runs through me, throwing the whole world off-kilter. There's no way I'm going to survive this man. None at all.
"See you soon, Sparrow," he says, one corner of his lip quirked up as if he knows exactly what I'm thinking and finds it hilarious.
I add an item to my to do list. Find whoever is stalking me, and then kill Gideon Carmichael slowly and painfully.
Chapter Three
Gideon
"Are you still not talking to me, Sparrow?"
"Yes. I mean, no." Kenna turns a dirty glare on me from the passenger seat of my truck. "I mean, we have nothing to talk about, Gideon."
"It's going to be a long few weeks if we have nothing to talk about," I murmur, trying like hell not to smile. She's cute when she's annoyed. And she's been annoyed as fuck with me all day. Ever since I told her I was moving in with her, as a matter of fact. I guess she didn't get the memo that private security isn't a nine-to-five gig.
Until her stalker is no longer an issue, I'm on her like white on rice.
It's not a hardship on my part. Bryant forgot to mention that Kenna Maxwell is fucking gorgeous. She dyed her hair blonde at some point, but her dark roots have begun to show through. It doesn't look bad on her. It looks intentional, like that complicated shit women pay a fortune at the salon to achieve.
Her hazel eyes shine, and her skin glows. Not to wax poetic, but when she smiles, she lights up like the sun. It'll be that smile that brings me to my goddamn knees, I already know it.
Don't get me started on her curves. It's a helluva thing to be hard as a rock for a girl with her brother sitting right next to you, but there I sat, dick singing her anthem. Kane sitting to the left. It's a good thing I'm in a suit. Had he seen it, there would have been no explaining it away. Especially when she was reading me the Riot Act.
I didn't know I had a type, but apparently, it's a woman who isn't afraid to bust my balls when she thinks I'm talking over or around her. There's something sexy as hell about Kenna when she's standing up for herself. She looks like an innocent little kitten, but the claws come out when she needs to use them. I love that.