Because He Watches Me (Because He Owns Me, Book Nine) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (36 page)

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“I think you’re sweet,” Nicole told her.

His mother looked surprised. “Sweet? Did you hear that, my darling son? Your wife-to-be thinks I’m sweet. I haven’t heard that term used to describe me very often.”

Nicole shrugged, feeling strangely embarrassed. She was trying to figure out if Erica made her uncomfortable because of the stories Red had told her, or because of something that Nicole sensed about the woman.

Red patted Nicole’s leg. “Nicole sees the best in everyone.”

“You do, don’t you?” Erica said, her dark eyes locking on Nicole’s.

“I try to.”

The older woman nodded sagely. “It seems to me that you’ve been given a gift, darling. A positive outlook is worth more than all the money in the world.”

Red grimaced a little, just a flash—but Nicole noticed it. Erica, however, just nodded her head, as if agreeing with herself. Then she began rummaging through her purse again.

The driver glanced at them in his rearview mirror. “Excuse me, ma’am, but what address on West 45
th
?”

Erica closed her eyes. “Oh, I forget the exact address. Driver, do you know where the Lyceum Theatre is?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Red stared at his mother. “The Lyceum Theatre? Why are we going there?”

She didn’t answer him. After rummaging a bit more rummaging, she gave a shout of happiness. “Here they are! I was starting to think I’d left them at home. That’s what I get for carrying a purse filled with junk.” Erica pulled three tickets out of her bag, somewhat bent and battered.

Red took them from her. “Venus in Fur,” he muttered, reading the tickets, his eyes narrowing. “I’m not sure I’ve heard of it. What kind of play is it?”

“It’s gotten rave reviews,” his mother said. Then she looked at Nicole. “Are you a fan of the theatre?”

Nicole wasn’t sure what to say. She’d been to Legally Blonde and Wicked, but somehow she wasn’t sure that was the kind of theatre that Erica was talking about. “I’d love to see a show,” she said, not sure how else to answer.

“You see, Red? This girl’s a keeper. Up for anything.” She winked at Nicole slyly.

Red handed the tickets back to his mother. “I wish you’d at least mentioned the idea to me beforehand.”

“You’d just have come up with an excuse not to go. I know my son too well.”

Red looked at her. “And I know my mother too well. What’s the play about?”

“It’s about relationships,” she said, meeting his gaze. “I thought it to be very appropriate subject matter, given your recent announcement.” Erica took the tickets from him and put them back in her purse. “Not that you bothered telling me about your engagement. But you let the world know through the tabloids, as usual, so I suppose I should be thrilled. And I am thrilled.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Red said, sighing. He looked weary already, Nicole thought.

“Not at all,” Erica said. “I don’t dwell on the past like some do. I’m just happy to be here with you two lovebirds now.”

Watching Red interact with his mother, Nicole felt as though she were watching a bullfight. Erica, the matador, was poking Red with her dagger, leaving one hole after another, and yet Red was still on his feet, staggering. You hardly noticed the wounds, they were so small, and Erica was so fast in delivering the blows. Yet they wounds were there, if you looked closely enough.

Nicole felt helpless to intervene. This was a dynamic that went all the way back to the beginning of Red’s life, and the interplay between the two of them was far too subtle and confusing for her to get in the middle of, especially after just meeting the woman.

At the same time, she could see Red was already worn out after just a few minutes in his mother’s company. Nicole took his hand in her own, even though he resisted at first. She squeezed firmly to let him know he could count on her.

He gave her a squeeze in return and they exchanged a knowing smile.

Nicole noticed that Erica was watching them with an enigmatic expression. The older woman smiled in a robotic way, her gaze darting down to where Red and Nicole’s hands were clasped.

The silence in the limo was getting uncomfortable again, but thankfully they arrived at the Lyceum Theatre. Just above the entrance, Nicole saw the title of the play in big bold letters. VENUS IN FUR.

It was such a strange title, she thought. It told you absolutely nothing about the play itself.

Red instructed the driver to be back and waiting for them in an hour and a half. And then they were heading into the theatre, which was already bustling with people. The Lyceum seemed like an older, more intimate setting than what Nicole remembered when she’d attended Wicked and Legally Blonde. The stage seemed small, and the seats were tinier and closer together.

They were escorted to the front row of the balcony.

Erica seemed to think it was a wonderful view, reminding her of the opera, she said.

They had the playbills now, which was the first time Nicole or Red had a chance to find out what this show was even about. When she read the description, Nicole had to stifle a gasp. The first thing she saw was that it was called one of the “sexiest” shows in history. And the last thing she wanted to do was go to a
sexy
show with Red Jameson’s mother.

Then she saw that the play was loosely based on an “erotic novel.”

Her eyes widened. Next to her, she could feel Red stiffening with frustration as he also read the playbill. He turned to his mother, sitting to his right. “What kind of show did you bring us to?” he hissed.

“It’s gotten rave reviews.”

“You said that already.”

“Have you turned into a prude, my dear boy? With all of your wild parties and the stories in the tabloids about you and your young lady friends, I never imagined you’d blush like a schoolgirl over a racy stage play.”

“It’s rude to bring people to a thing like this without at least asking them,” Red told her.

Nicole heard Erica’s tittering laugh. “Don’t act so innocent, Red,” his mother said. “You could probably have written this yourself, using your own memoirs.”

“What are you trying to insinuate?” he said, his voice rising ever so slightly.

“Nothing. I’m just poking fun. Please don’t make a scene.”

“Fine.” He turned away from Erica, crossed his legs and grabbed Nicole’s hand in his own, leaning in and whispering. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s fine,” she replied, smiling and kissing his cheek.

And then the play began. Someone came out on stage and asked everyone to turn off their cell phones, because cell phones would actually be used on stage during the performance.

A moment later the curtain came up and it started.

Nicole was surprised to find that the play was actually enjoyable. At first, she wasn’t sure what to think of it. The entire performance consisted of just two characters and very little in the way of props or scenery to transport you into the world they inhabited. And yet, through their amazing chemistry and dialog, the two actors managed to do just that.

Although she was truly enjoying the play, Nicole was all too aware that just a seat away, her future mother-in-law was watching this very same piece.

Venus in Fur was spicy, it was erotic and it got psychologically dark near the end.

The fact that the play centered around sadomasochism, and the desires of a man to be either victimized by a woman, or to enslave a woman—did not go over Nicole’s head. She knew that Red’s mother had intentionally chosen this play to send a message, to push her son’s buttons. Perhaps she’d meant to let them know that she was all too aware of Red’s extra curricular activities in the bedroom.

Whatever the case, Nicole decided not to let the woman get to her. Nicole actually
liked
this damn play, whether she was supposed to or not.

On the other hand, Red was positively fuming. Nicole could feel the heat and anger radiating off of him throughout the show. He was sitting in his seat, unmoving, unsmiling, simply waiting for it to end.

And when it ended, he got up and started for the exit without comment. When they got outside to where the limousine waited, Erica asked him if he’d enjoyed the play.

“I was blown away,” he said with obvious sarcasm. “How did you know I’d love it so much?”

She shrugged. “A mother’s intuition.”

“I thought they called it manic depression these days,” he snapped.

Erica ignored his cutting remark. “Did Venus in Fur give you and Nicole any interesting new ideas?” she asked, with a raised eyebrow. “It must be difficult to keep things fresh after years of playing Don Juan with every available woman from here to Los Angeles.”

Red was about to retort, but Nicole cut him off. “I’m so glad you brought us to see Venus in Fur, Erica. It was a wonderfully acted play. I was riveted.”

Erica sniffed. “Such a nice young girl. Red should count himself lucky to have snagged you.”

Nicole squeezed his hand again, letting him know he didn’t need to defend either of them to his crazy mother. This seemed to calm him slightly. He gestured to the car. “Should we head back to the house now?”

“I am getting a little tired,” his mother admitted, relenting and getting into the car. When the three of them were inside, Erica patted her stomach. “I didn’t realize pornography would make me so hungry. Do you find it works up the appetite, Nicole?”

Nicole smiled back at her. “I don’t really understand the question.”

“She’s very coy, isn’t she?” Erica said.

Red didn’t respond. His eyes narrowed and the color was blooming in his cheeks.

Nicole felt herself getting angry, mostly on his behalf. The more time she spent with Erica, the more she realized what he’d had to deal with his entire life. “I’m not being coy, Erica,” Nicole said, after a moment. “I truly didn’t know what you were asking me.”

“Never mind. I’m so glad we all enjoyed the show. I was certain the two of you would relate to the material, and I’m trying to be more open-minded these days.”

“Enough,” Red said in a low growl.

“What?” His mother looked shocked at his tone.

“I said, enough of that talk.”

She opened her mouth again, but from the look on Red’s face, seemed to reconsider. Instead, she laid her head back and closed her eyes, folding her hands on her lap. “Some people can be so touchy,” she muttered, as the car headed for Connecticut.

***


I
want her gone
,” Red said, when the two of them finally had some privacy. They were in the master bedroom, and Red was changing into a pair of dark Armani pants and a white dress shirt.

Nicole was about to go to the master bathroom for a nice shower. But Red was suddenly in the mood to vent, after a sustained uncomfortable silence that he’d maintained the entire ride home. He’d spoken but once or twice, telling his mother where her room was located and helping her with her things.

“Didn’t you say you’re leaving for Germany tomorrow morning anyway?” Nicole reminded him, running a hand through her snarled hair, trying to untangle it a little.

“I don’t want to listen to any more of her little digs. Didn’t you hear her?” he asked, buttoning his shirt. His eyes were blazing.

“I did.”

“And taking us to Venus in Fur as a little snide comment on our sexual proclivities?”

Nicole laughed.

Red stared at her. “You think it’s funny.”

“A little bit. I liked the play, I didn’t care what your mother thought it implied about me.”

“You haven’t dealt with her yet—not really. This is just the beginning,” he fumed, fixing his cuffs. “Once she senses your weakness, she’ll chip at you and chip at you. She never stops, it’s in her nature to pick at other people’s wounds.”

“Then why do you even deal with her?”

“I don’t honestly know anymore,” he said, thinking about it. “I try to limit the contact. Like I said, she’s close with my brother, and I don’t want to strain my relationship with Jeb.”

“Okay, then,” Nicole said, moving closer to him and putting her hands on his arms. “So why make trouble for yourself now? Let’s just get through a few more hours and be done with it.”

Red smiled at her. “What did I do right in a past life to deserve you?”

“Maybe you did something right in the present.”

“Maybe I’m just the luckiest guy in the universe.”

“Damn right.” She grinned. “I need to hop in the shower before dinner.”

Red continued getting ready as Nicole started the water, disrobed, and stepped into the enormous glass encased shower area that was large and steamy and luxurious, with black tiles along the floor and walls.

Closing her eyes, she let the hot water run all over her body, releasing the pent-up stress that had been there since the morning. This life with Red was so confusing, alternating between states of bliss and ecstasy and moments of total fear and anxiety. It was a high-stress, fast-paced world that he lived in, and Nicole was still trying to wrap her mind around it.

Just as she was starting to decompress, she heard the shower door creaking. Startled, her eyes popped open and she spun around, instinctively covering breasts and crotch.

She found Red standing there, completely naked, smiling with glee at her shock. “Did I surprise you?” he asked, stepping into the shower and shutting the glass door behind him.

“You scared me!”

“I couldn’t let you out of my sight so easily,” he said, his voice low and sexy smooth.

“I need to get ready for dinner,” she said, trying to hide her building excitement at Red’s bold nudity. His body was like something a painter would study, a sculptor would take months to mold and carve out of marble. He was so strong, and as he reached out to touch her, every nerve ending danced in anticipation of his skin against hers.

“Dinner can wait,” he said.

Now they were both under the stream of hot water, and Red’s mouth was pressing against hers, he was taking her in his strong, capable arms. She felt protected and wanted and desired all at once.

His hands ran up her torso, stopping to play with her hardened nipples, then down to her thighs and hips. As he continued to kiss her passionately, one hand grabbed her buttock while the other gently massaged the inside of her leg, straying towards her hot, wet nether regions.

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