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Authors: Maya Banks

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hree cupcakes and four missed calls later, Lyric licked the last of the frosting from her fingers and sighed in satisfaction.
Her phone went off again and she lifted an eyebrow at it. “He’s persistent, isn’t he?”
Connor grunted.
“I’m surprised he hasn’t called you.”
Connor held up his phone and flashed her the screen that said he had as many missed calls.
“Ha-ha! You turned your ringer off. Smart guy.”
“He’s probably calling to fire me,” Connor said wryly. “He probably thinks I’m a bad influence on you. But if I don’t answer the phone, he can’t very well fire me, right?”
She snorted. “You, a bad influence on me?”
“Yeah, I know, right? How ridiculous is that? Everyone knows you’re the miscreant here. Not me.”
He looked so damn innocent saying it that she had to laugh.
“I bet you got away with murder as a child.”
He shook his head. “Nope. Pop would have kicked my ass.”
“And your mom?”
He grimaced. “She and Pop split up when I was young.”
“Oh. Sorry to hear that.”
“Shit happens.”
“Yeah,” she said softly.
“Connor, I need a minute when you get a chance,” Kane said. “Just got a report we need to run over.”
Lyric’s brow creased as she looked between the men. “Report?”
“Yeah. We’ve been running background checks, criminal histories, stuff like that on all the people who work with you or have access to you.”
“And?” she prompted.
Kane shrugged. “Don’t know yet. Just got the e-mail on my BlackBerry. I’ll need to log on to a computer and print it out. Connor and I can split it up and look over it. This will probably take a while so if you need anything, let one of my men know.”
That was it. He wasn’t sharing anything further. It frustrated her on one hand, but there was a part of her that didn’t want to know if someone close to her was fucking with her. She didn’t trust anyone, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be pissed that someone she’d allowed into her circle had betrayed her.
But shouldn’t she know these things? Shouldn’t she be aware of any potential threat that existed?
Connor stood and then laid a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “We’ll let you know as soon as we’ve gone through all the information. I won’t keep anything from you. You have my word.”
She nodded. “I think I’ll go for a swim. Is that allowed?” She looked innocently at Kane as she asked.
“You’re safe here. My men will be watching. Go take your swim.”
Making sure she hid the mischief she knew was brewing in her eyes, she sidestepped Connor and headed for the stairs. “Y’all have fun going through your reports.”
As she bopped up the stairs it occurred to her that she actually felt . . . happy. Not in a disgusting “Zip a Dee Doo Dah” way. She wouldn’t be busting out the sunshine songs or anything. But she felt relieved, happy and a little excited all at the same time.
She felt strong. Empowered. A little more in control of her own destiny. It shamed her to realize just how much she’d allowed to go on around her. She literally bounced from person to person, always allowing others to control the puppet strings. She performed. She did what she was told. She ate was she was told to eat. She exercised when she was told to exercise. She smiled when someone said smile. She performed like a windup doll.
And she’d been perfectly miserable the whole time. Angry and miserable.
She’d embraced such an existence because she truly felt it was what she deserved. But was it really?
She shook her head, unwilling to mar what was shaping up to be a perfect day with dark memories. She didn’t want to go there. She didn’t want to think about things she couldn’t change.
What she wanted to do was enjoy a swim and maybe tweak Connor in the process. He’d probably be pissed, but the impish demon inside her simply couldn’t resist the desire to needle him.
Yep. A simple little swim would be fun. And she hadn’t had fun in a damn long time. Not until she’d met Connor and his friends and allowed herself to relax and truly enjoy the company of others. She liked it. Liked it a hell of a lot.
She didn’t bother searching her stuff for a suit. She didn’t have one. She stripped down until she was bare-assed naked and then threw on a robe and tied the ends for her trip down the stairs.
Connor had told her to enjoy herself. She planned to take him up on it.
 
 
“You realize we’re going to get totally busted for this,” Julie said as Sam rolled to a stop at the gates of the house Lyric was staying in.
Serena waved a dismissive hand as Sam rolled down the window to address the guard. “What are they going to do, shoot us?”
“Maybe,” Faith murmured as she surveyed the automatic slung over the guard’s shoulder.
“We are here to see Ms. Jones,” Sam said in his somber voice.
“Sorry, sir. No one gets onto the premises without direct authorization.”
Angelina’s eyes widened.
Direct authorization?
she mouthed.
“Let me take care of this. Lyric gave me her cell number,” Julie said as she yanked out her cell. She held up a finger through the window to the guard.
She punched in Lyric’s number and waited as it rang.
“I could just call Connor,” Faith offered.
Julie snorted. “And let him get all pissy with us for coming without his permission? Oh, hi, Lyric, it’s Julie Tucker.” She held up a finger to silence the other girls. “I’m good. Hey, what are you doing right now? Swimming? Oh that sounds fun. Uh yeah, we’re kind of here at your front gates only the dude with the gun won’t let us in without proper authorization. Think you could help us out with that?”
Julie’s face split into a grin. “Yeah, sure.”
She closed the phone and leaned over the front seat to look out at the guard. “Ms. Jones will be calling you shortly.”
On cue, the guard reached for his phone and sent a glare into the car.
“Ms. Jones,” he greeted. “Yes, there are four women here to see you.” There was a pause. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Perhaps it would be better if I were to speak to Mr. Malone or Mr. Murphy.” He winced. “Yes, of course, I understand Mr. Malone and Mr. Murphy are in an important meeting. No, ma’am, I understand. Yes, of course. I’ll let them in immediately.”
“That’s our girl,” Serena said with a grin.
The gate swung open and the guard motioned them in, though he looked less than happy to be doing so. Sam drove the car up the drive and parked in front.
“Lyric said for us to come around to the pool,” Julie said as they all piled out. “You going to make it, Angelina?”
Angelina shot her a glare as Sam helped her from the car. “I’m not that huge.”
“Yet,” Julie said with a grin.
“I’m so going to drown you,” Angelina muttered.
“I feel it best if I accompany you ladies,” Sam said stiffly.
Serena patted his arm. “Of course, Sam. You can keep us safe from all the guys with guns.”
He pinched his lips together. “I still don’t think this was a good idea. Mr. Roche will be most displeased if I allow any harm to come to you.”
“Mr. Roche does not have to know of all my comings and goings,” Serena said dryly.
Two guards appeared, both armed, and they glanced warily at the women. Julie couldn’t say she entirely blamed them. Women were probably scarier creatures than a whole horde of men with knives and guns.
“Can you direct us to the pool?” Julie asked airily.
“They won’t really shoot us, will they?” Faith whispered as they started forward.
“I’ll pretend I’m in labor if they do any funny stuff,” Angelina said in a low voice. “Pregnant women always scare the shit out of men.”
Sam hovered protectively over the women as they traipsed around the side of the house. He shot scowls at the men who flanked them. It was pretty funny because Julie’s money was on Sam in a throwdown. He might come across as all starchy and straitlaced, but he was a big son of a bitch and he got growly when it came to “his” women.
As soon as the gate to the pool was opened, they saw Lyric pressed against the side of the pool, staring expectantly in their direction. She lifted an arm to wave, and it was then Julie realized Lyric didn’t have a stitch of clothing on.
She started laughing. The others stared at Julie and then back at Lyric, and Faith’s mouth formed an O.
“Hey!” Lyric called. “Gosh, I’m so glad to see you guys. How on earth did you manage it? I’m practically kept prisoner here, with no visitation, I might add.”
“We’re on the lam today,” Faith said.
Serena burst out laughing. “Lam? Faith, you crack me up sometimes.”
“Well, the men don’t know where we are. We’re supposed to be ‘shopping.’ They’d probably have a kitten if they knew we’d come over here. But honestly, what do they think is going to happen? We have Sam, and Lyric has guys hanging from the tree branches with guns.”
Lyric chuckled. “I asked Connor if I could have you guys over and he gave me the spiel about how it wasn’t safe, blah blah, and he’s right, but I’m awfully glad to see you, and you’re already here, so there’s no reason for you to leave!”
“Are we interrupting?” Angelina asked with a pointed glance in Lyric’s direction.
Lyric glanced down and then back up at the women and grinned. “Oh no. Connor and Kane are mulling over background checks, criminal records and all that fun stuff, so I decided to take a swim. I figure Connor will pop a button when he sees I’m skinny-dipping.”
“In more ways than one,” Julie muttered.
“Why don’t you guys come in? The water’s great. I’ll have the chef make us something yummy. I’ll have drinks made. Whatever you guys want.”
Julie glanced at the other women. “We didn’t exactly come prepared to swim, and it’s cold out today! Aren’t you freezing?”
Lyric arched an eyebrow. “So? The pool is heated and you don’t need a suit.”
“A swim would feel really nice,” Angelina said with a sigh.
“We can fire up the hot tub later if you find the water too cold,” Lyric offered.
Faith frowned. “But not too hot. It isn’t good for Angelina.”
“So strip and get in,” Lyric said.
Sam cleared his throat. “Perhaps I should relay your wishes to the chef and make myself available inside.”
Serena laughed. “Good idea, Sam.” She turned to the other women. “Well? Are we up to being totally daring?”
“Or are you
chiiickennn
,” Lyric taunted.
“Oh hell no, you did not call me chicken,” Julie muttered.
Lyric pushed off from the side of the pool and swam backward to the center of the pool. “Last one in doesn’t get the really yummy cupcakes the chef baked.”
“Chef? Cupcakes?” Faith shook her head. “I must be doing something wrong.”
“I want that cupcake,” Angelina said as she started pulling at her pants.
Laughter and shrieks hit the air as the women all started shucking out of their clothes. Shirts and pants flew through the air and soon it looked like an orgy had taken place on the patio as clothes hung from every chair, were strewn on the ground, and panties and bras hung from the bushes lining the walkway.
Soon they were all in the water, and for Lyric, what she’d thought was an absolutely perfect day had just gotten better.
“Did you swear Sam to secrecy?” Angelina asked Serena. “I really don’t want the guys to come barging in and ruin our girly day.”
“I can have one of the guards shoot them,” Lyric said calmly. She swam to the side of the pool and looped her arms along the concrete to hold herself up as she kicked her feet below the surface.
“They won’t wonder where we are for a few hours yet,” Serena said confidently. “They were all so relieved that he was stuck taking us shopping that they won’t even think to look for us.”
“Except Damon, who loves to shop for you,” Faith said smugly.
Serena shrugged. “What can I say? The man has better taste in clothing than I do.”
Lyric eyed the intricate gold band on Serena’s upper arm and remembered Damon’s possessive caress and the way he touched her there often.
“So how have you been, Lyric?” Angelina asked. “Is Connor still being mean to you?”
Lyric felt heat rush into her cheeks. The other women obviously noticed it too because their eyes sharpened like vultures going after road kill.
“Ohhh,” Faith said.
“Okay, spill!” Julie demanded. “Oh my God, Serena and I have been dying to know all about Mr. Stick Up His Ass. I’ll admit to him firing more than a few girly fantasies.”

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