Maid for the Rock Star (18 page)

The water level rose, covering her legs and her belly until only her breasts floated on the surface between the rose petals, like the buoys at the pearl farm that signified pearl-bearing oysters below. Audra snorted. If that wasn't the worst euphemism for her lady parts she'd ever heard. She wished she'd thought to bring a book. Tomorrow, she promised herself. Tomorrow she could visit the hotel library and pick out a few books so she could snigger at their references to glistening pearls. She could offer to get Jay some reading material, too. There were plenty more rock star books.

A dragging sound made her turn to find the source. To her horror, Jay shuffled into the bathroom and headed for the toilet.

Not again!

Trying to keep quiet, hoping he hadn't seen her, Audra brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, trying to hide her breasts from sight. The rose petals carpeting the surface hid everything else, or at least she hoped they did.

She closed her eyes so she wouldn't see Jay's fire hose again. Once was definitely enough. Especially as she couldn't touch it.

"You know, those have got to be the most perfect pair of tits I've ever seen. It should be a crime to cover those up."

Audra cracked open one eye to find Jay's reflection staring at her. She clutched her knees tightly. "Damn it, Jay!"

He laughed and turned to face her. "No, I mean it. I've seen a lot of tits and yours deserve to be worshipped. I'm volunteering, here and now."

Audra snatched up the soap and threw it. The bar smacked into his eyebrow before it tumbled to the floor.

"Ow! Alright, I'll go, but I wasn't kidding. I'll be dreaming about your tits tonight."

Audra wanted to swear at him some more, but knew she shouldn't. Even if this was the most mortifying situation she'd ever gotten mixed up in. "I'm sorry, now you're bleeding and it's my fault. Turn around so I can get out and I'll help you."

"I'm what?" Jay whirled and squinted at himself in the mirror.

Audra rose to a crouch, her arms folded across her breasts, and lifted one leg out of the bath. Movement caught her eye and she saw Jay topple. "NO!" She threw herself at him and they both tumbled to the floor in a tangle of wet limbs. His face ended up mashed into the breasts he'd been making fun of, but he didn't make another joke. Instead, his weight settled on her limply as she realised he'd blacked out.

She could hear his breathing, much to her relief, so she heaved him off her and onto his side. She shoved his arm and leg out to stop him from rolling over onto his belly, and left him in the recovery position while she hunted for some clothes. Belting her bathrobe around her, she knelt beside Jay on the wet tiles. "Jay? Mr Felix? Please be okay. Please."

He didn't respond, and she reached for his ID to tap an emergency signal. But Jay's wrists were bare – he didn't have an ID on either arm. Swearing softly, Audra pulled up her sleeve to activate her own ID, but she only touched bare skin. She'd taken her ID off in the guest room, just as she did before she used the staff showers, because the staff IDs weren't waterproof. Shit. What to do? Should she leave him to call for help, or stay with him and hope he woke up?

Audra reached up to the basin and grabbed a face washer. She ran it under the cold tap for a few seconds, then turned the water off and brought the dripping flannel to Jay's face. "Please, wake up," she begged, stroking the wet cloth across his eyes and cheeks. "Jay, wake up, damn it! You have ten seconds or I call the Flying Doctors!"

Something warm touched her chest, tracing her cleavage. "Mm, angel tits."

Audra slapped his hand away. "Jay, don't!" She pulled her bathrobe closed and tightened the belt. "I need to get you back to hospital. You fainted."

"You hit me."

"It was an accident!"

"Fucking wasn't," Jay mumbled. "Pass like that, you should play AFL. Do they take women with hot tits on football teams?"

Audra wet her lips. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm not used to strange men walking in on me when I'm naked in the bathroom. Give me a minute to get dressed and I'll call for a helicopter to take you back to hospital."

"No, I'm fine. Really." Jay seemed to struggle with the words. "I...fuck. Don't laugh. I can't stand the sight of blood. I throw up and sometimes I pass out. You can't tell anyone, all right?"

"Only if you don't tell anyone you saw me naked. And forget everything you saw."

Jay laughed weakly. "I'm not going to forget that in a hurry. But sure, I won't tell anyone." He climbed shakily to his feet and walked toward the door.

Audra crumpled against the side of the bath in relief.

"Let me just say one thing."

She lifted her eyes to his face.

"You really do have awesome tits."

He staggered out and Audra wanted to sink through the floor. But there was probably a knot of frogs waiting for her under the house, angry at being evicted from the spa. Jay was better company than the frogs. At least his hands were warm.

Jay Felix admired her breasts. Another crazy first.

"Thank you," she said softly, hoping he didn't hear.

THIRTY-FIVE

It took Audra almost a full minute to remember why she'd slept in one of the Villa Maxima bedrooms and not her own room in the staff accommodation. Between the blockout curtains and luxurious bed, she could definitely get used to this. Maybe being Jay's babysitter might be bearable after all. Just as long as he didn't remember last night's debacle on the bathroom floor.

If only she could've thrown caution to the wind and given in to his advances. Let those warm hands continue caressing her breasts, then more skin on skin until...

Audra drew a shaky breath and laughed quietly at herself. The reality was very different to her teenage fantasies, but somehow in her dreams last night the two had morphed into a tangled memory. One she had to forget if she wanted to keep her job. One night with a rock god wasn't worth losing her livelihood.

She dressed quickly, not wanting to be caught out again, and smoothed her hair with her hairbrush. There. A consummate professional, who never thought of...

The way his body had moulded to hers, slick with water as they lay on the floor together, and the strength of hard muscle as she'd moved him, letting her hands linger on a body she never thought she'd get to touch.

Get a grip, she told herself. Having sexy thoughts about a guest who needed no encouragement would only make her job harder.

Mm. Harder.

Audra stalked to the kitchen and made herself some coffee. Her stomach grumbled a protest that breakfast wasn't forthcoming, but she ignored it. Normally, she'd be in the staff dining room by now, trying not to strangle Penny. She'd have to wait for Jay this morning. Speaking of Jay, she should check on him.

Carrying her coffee, she tiptoed to the darkened doorway to his room. Light snoring told her he was very much alive and still asleep. She returned to the kitchen and decided to raid the fridge. The strawberries were calling her name and her self-control was so busy battling lusty thoughts about the rock star in the bed only a few metres away that the fruit won. They wouldn't last much past today, anyway, Audra counselled herself as she set the bowl on the bench.

Slowly, she lifted the largest one to her lips and bit into the sweet flesh.

"Fuck, that's huge! Makes me think of you putting other big things into your mouth."

Audra choked. "Mr Felix!" she mumbled.

Jay lifted a hand to stop her. "You're not fucking freezing me out again with the Mr Felix shit. You know my weakness and I've seen the secret you're hiding under that shirt. Been dreaming about them all night. Tonight I'll probably be dreaming about your mouth, too. It's the twenty-first century, not the eighteenth, and you're going to call me Jay. Just Jay." He eyed the strawberries. "Is that all there is for breakfast? I need protein."

"There's the buffet up at the resort restaurant," Audra began.

"What, Jay Felix eat in public while every girl in the place recognises me and interrupts to get my autograph? Fuck that. Order something for me from room service. Lots of protein, not too many carbs." His voice lost its edge. "Get something else for yourself, too. Even those huge strawberries aren't enough for breakfast. Now, I'm going to have a shower. Where are the gloves from the hospital?"

Audra pointed at the bag and Jay upended it. Gloves, dressing packs and sachets of antiseptic wipes cascaded onto the coffee table.

"If you like, I can change the dressings for you when you get out," Audra said softly. "Then you won't have to see any blood."

Jay nodded curtly. He strode toward the bathroom and stopped. "It goes without saying, but I'm going to be naked in the shower. If...if something happens like it did last night, are you going to come help me?" His tone held a note of panic that vanished as he continued, "You're not going to go to pieces because you see the size of my cock, are you?"

She hadn't the first time, but she wasn't going to tell him about that. Or the frog that had felt her up in his bathtub...

Audra fought to maintain her composure. "I'm sure I'll manage. If I have any trouble, I'll just tell myself it's a large bratwurst." She continued before he could comment, "Please try not to fall or pass out, Jay. You're heavier than me."

He grinned. "So that means you prefer to be on top, too? Good. That's what you were in my dreams. Your tits bounce better that way, too." Whistling and swinging the gloves, he vanished into the bathroom.

Only when she heard the sound of the shower flowing did she allow herself to laugh, glad he couldn't see her blush. Evidently they both had similar dreams, but she swore that's all they'd ever be.

THIRTY-SIX

Jay sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, extending his hands toward Audra. She shook her head and guided them onto her knees. For a moment, she wished she'd chosen to do this at the dining table, but Jay kept his hands courteous. As long as he didn't grope her, she could manage.

For all her first aid training, she'd never had to practise it much on real wounds, but the principle was the same. Off came the old dressings, with the peculiar ripping sound that made both of them grit their teeth at the thought of hair being pulled. Not that Jay's hands were hairy. His long, smooth fingers curved over Audra's as she pressed down each new dressing, careful not to touch the cuts or the stitches holding them shut.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"You mean aside from crash my car?"

"I mean to your hands. Why are they all cut up?"

"Broken glass. From the smashed windows. And the beer."

Beer? He'd been drinking and driving? "You were drunk?" Audra asked carefully.

"Maybe. Dunno. But the beer in the car wasn't for me. It was for you. A present." He sucked in a breath and winced. "I'll have to get you some more. I wonder if they deliver."

Audra laughed. "A present for me? I don't believe you."

Jay shrugged. "Don't believe me, then. But I've been completely honest with you."

"Jay, I'm just a random member of staff at the hotel where you're staying. Why would you even remember my name, let alone buy me presents?"

Even with his eyes closed, his grin was sexy. "Audra, your name was the mantra I chanted the whole way back from the pub. The bottles in the back were the same as the one you'd wrapped your lips around the night before and I couldn't get the image out of my head. Do you know what I did in town?"