Sweet Possession (19 page)
Authors: Maya Banks
Connor frowned. “I don’t know, Lyric. I hesitate to involve them any more than we have to. Their husbands won’t be thrilled with them going where there’s potential danger.”
Lyric sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. Some freak is after me and I’m a toxic influence. They’re nice girls and I’d hate for me to rub off on them.”
Connor stalked over and planted his hands on the bar in front of her. He looked . . . pissed.
“Do you think they’re better than you? Do you think
I
think they’re better than you?”
I
think they’re better than you?”
She stared up at him for a long moment. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. Doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out.”
“Bullshit.”
“Look, you thought it not so long ago. You weren’t so gung ho to expose me to your friends.”
“I was wrong,” Connor said quietly.
That shut her up.
“They loved you. You were great with them. I was an asshole. We’ve covered that. Those girls mean a lot to me. Yeah, in the beginning I was worried that there would be friction. I don’t want them over here, but that has nothing to do with you. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
Lyric smiled. “You know what, Connor Malone?”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What?”
She sat back with a satisfied grin and crossed her arms over her chest. “You like me. You don’t want to. You didn’t want to. But you like me.”
He leaned over, snaked his hand behind her nape and all but hauled her over the table as his lips melted over hers. Hot and so breathless she grew light-headed.
Man, but he could kiss.
She braced her palms on the countertop and leaned farther, hungry—so hungry—for him.
His tongue traced the line of her mouth and then delved inward. She sucked at the tip, wanting more. She licked at him, meeting his tongue in a flirty duel that had him sucking back.
She nipped at his lip, first his bottom and then the top. Oh, but she wanted to devour him.
A hissing sound from the stove had him pulling away and he glanced to where the water boiled over the rim of the pot. But before he went to rescue the macaroni, he stroked his thumb over her bottom lip and his eyes glittered with intense need.
“I think you’re a very observant woman,” he murmured.
CHAPTER 15
C
onnor stood in the doorway of the room Lyric had commandeered as her studio. Her guitar and sound equipment had been delivered and set up and she’d been sequestered in solitude all morning long.
onnor stood in the doorway of the room Lyric had commandeered as her studio. Her guitar and sound equipment had been delivered and set up and she’d been sequestered in solitude all morning long.
She had her guitar cradled against her chest and she strummed a series of chords as her haunting voice echoed through the room and slid over his skin like silk.
It was a far cry from the noisy, raucous show she’d put on when he’d seen her in concert. He’d be hard-pressed to even believe they were the same woman if he didn’t know for sure they were.
She slapped her hand over the strings, silencing the guitar, and made a sound of frustration. Then she began again and rearranged some of the words.
If you only knew
If you could only see
If you could only come inside
And see the heart of me
She paused for a moment and then looked up and saw him standing in the door. Her hand fell away and she looked discomfited by his presence.
“It’s beautiful. Is it a new song you’re working on?”
She set aside her guitar and rubbed her hands down her pants. “Yeah. Something a little different. I’m going for a new sound for the next album. I haven’t run the songs by my label yet, so I’m not sure they’ll go for it.”
Connor took a seat in the chair across from Lyric. “And if they don’t?”
She shrugged. “I can either play by their rules and record the music they want or I can go out on my own, find another label or start my own.”
“Phillip seems pretty damn committed to keeping you. I don’t see him telling you no. I’m not sure he knows the meaning of that word when it comes to you.”
She shot him a baleful look.
Connor grinned. “Oh, come on. Admit it. No one tells you no very often. I doubt you’d listen to them if they did.”
“Depends on whether or not they’re saying what I want to hear,” she said cheekily.
He chuckled. She was pretty darn cute when she was being sassy. And not that he’d ever admit it in a million years, but he liked the blue on her. It just . . . fit.
“Connor, you need to see this,” Kane said from the door.
Connor glanced up. Kane’s expression said it wasn’t good. He got to his feet and started to tell Lyric to stay put, but Kane pressed his lips together and then said, “Bring her. She’ll need to see this too.”
Lyric shot Connor a worried look and rose to stand beside him.
Not caring how it looked, Connor held out his hand to her. She slid her palm over his and he curled his fingers tight around hers. Then he tugged her toward the door and after Kane.
They traveled down the stairs and to the living room where one of the other men had the television programming paused. Kane nodded at him and then stood back, arms crossed over his chest.
It was the local newscast, but as soon as Lyric’s face appeared, Connor flinched.
“Pop singer Lyric Jones is in town early for her rodeo appearance, and by all accounts, the star is never far out of trouble.”
The reporter segued into footage from the police station and then of Lyric leaving the station with Connor. To make matters worse, two of the police officers who’d been involved in Lyric’s detainment were interviewed. While no actual details were given, the implication was certainly clear that she’d been involved in yet another undesirable situation.
Beside him, Lyric stiffened and she stared stonily at the TV.
At the end, the reporter wrapped up by saying that her rodeo appearance was sold out.
Kane turned the television set off and turned to face Connor and Lyric. “This complicates matters.”
There was little he could say. Kane was right, but he had no desire to rip into Lyric. He was as much at fault for the incident as she was.
“It changes nothing,” Connor said flatly. “Our job is still the same. We protect Lyric, keep her out of compromising situations and make damn sure no one gets to her.”
Kane stared at Lyric, his eyes glittering. “I need your assurance this won’t happen again.”
Lyric’s head jerked up, and her lips twisted into a snarl. Connor stepped in front of her and faced Kane.
“The situation has already been handled. It was a simple misunderstanding. Lyric is my direct responsibility. Yours is to provide peripheral security.”
Kane’s lip twitched but he didn’t argue.
“I need a schedule of her appearances. Any appointments. Basically if she’s going to set foot off this property in the next ten days, I need to know about it so I can plan accordingly.”
“We’ll have you one before today is over,” Connor said.
“I have work to do,” Lyric said tightly.
She turned away and stalked back up the stairs, and in the distance, Connor heard the door to her studio slam.
He looked back at Kane. “Cut her some slack. I doubt you’re this hard-ass with all your clients. She’s not as bad as she seems. It’s all a front.”
Kane’s eyes glimmered with amusement. “I do whatever it takes to get the job done. If it means me being an ass, then that’s what happens. Your girl doesn’t strike me as the type to take things seriously if you coddle her.”
“She’s not . . .” Hell. He blew out his breath. “Agreed. I don’t think she needs coddling. I’ve been a few rounds with her myself. But she really is taking this whole thing seriously. I can’t make up my mind about her. One minute she seems so . . .”
“Sane?” Kane interjected.
“Yeah, and then the next she seems completely . . .”
“Insane?”
Connor laughed. “Okay, yeah, maybe. But I think it’s a defense mechanism with her. How belligerent she is seems to be in direct proportion to how vulnerable she feels. The greater the disadvantage, the more mouthy she becomes.”
“You seem to have her all figured out,” Kane drawled.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Kane blinked and studied Connor for a long moment. “I think you know what it means. Just do me a favor. If you start sleeping with her, give me a heads-up so I can adjust accordingly.”
“I can do my job just fine,” Connor said icily.
Kane offered a shrug. “Look, man, I don’t give a shit what you do. But know this. A man never sees the enemy coming when his dick is occupied, if you know what I mean.”
Connor’s cell rang, and he gave Kane one last glare before he turned away and put the phone to his ear.
“Malone here.”
“What the hell is going on down there?”
Phillip Armstrong’s voice boomed over the line, and Connor sighed. Just what he needed right now.
“Everything is under control.”
“The hell you say. I get a report that Lyric is on the local news because she was arrested. Mind telling me what the hell for? You were supposed to be on her every waking moment. How can you protect her if she’s out pulling stupid stunts?”
Connor stalked out of the living room and onto the back patio. “She wasn’t arrested. She went to the police for safety. She’s not stupid.”
“Where were you when she was doing all this? She shouldn’t have had to go to the police if you were doing your job.”
“If you don’t like the way I’m doing my job, then fire me,” Connor said bluntly. “I never wanted this gig to begin with. Lyric ditched me. I took care of the situation. It won’t happen again. We’ve reached an understanding. She’s promised to cooperate.”
There was a pregnant silence. Then Phillip let out another curse. “No, I don’t damn well want to fire you. Hell, no one else would take the job and definitely not on such short notice. I’m still interviewing firms to take over her full-time security while she’s on the road.”
“If you wouldn’t treat her like a brainless idiot, I think you’d find she’d be a lot more accommodating,” Connor said through his teeth.
“Look, son. You’ve known Lyric for a week. I’ve known her for several years. I know how to handle her. Just do your job. Sit on her until I find a replacement and then you can wash your hands of her.”
The line went dead and Connor shoved his phone back into his pocket. Wash his hands of her. Phillip made her sound like the most undesirable job on the planet. It was little wonder she had such a cynical attitude about life if these were the kind of people she trusted with her future.
It pissed him off and made him see red at the lack of respect she commanded from people she made a shitload of money for. He wanted to tell them all to go fuck themselves.
He wanted to . . . Hell, he didn’t know what he wanted. He just knew he hated the fleeting hurt in Lyric’s eyes—hurt she didn’t think others could see and that she tried like hell to cover up. Behind the brassy, ballsy, obnoxious facade was a vulnerable woman that intrigued him. He was dying to know what made her tick.
And yeah, he was absolutely dying to fuck her too.
It pissed him off that evidently he wore a neon sign when it came to her, because Kane had been quick to pick up on his attraction. In so many ways it didn’t make sense. Lyric was the type of woman he stayed the hell away from. High-maintenance chicks weren’t his thing. And Lyric definitely qualified.
She was like an expensive exotic car. You might test-drive one, but you never signed on the dotted line. And you damn sure couldn’t afford the insurance.
Connor turned when he heard the patio door open. Kane stuck his head out.
“Connor, the chef is at the gate. My guy is checking him out now. If he’s on the up-and-up, he’ll be waved through. Thought you might want to know so you could meet him.”
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