For His Pleasure: The Boxed Set, Books 1-6 (For His Pleasure, For His Taking, For His Keeping, For His Honor, For His Trust, For His Forever) (35 page)

Karl’s friends grabbed Red and tried to throw him to the ground. Red swung an elbow back and smashed one of them in the nose, knocking him over like a bowling pin.

Yet another attacker punched Red in the face.

Red kicked him in the stomach, grabbed him by the hair, and planted a powerful punch down onto the side of his face, causing him to fall to the floor. Red delivered yet another kick to his ribs. Then he spun on the remaining friend, who threw up his arms and babbled in broken English for Red not to hurt him.

“Come on, Nicole,” Red said, taking her by the arm and leading her outside.

They hailed a cab just as three or four large and menacing men came running out of the bar behind them. As the cab drove away, beer bottles smashed on the hood and the street next to them.

And then they were out of reach.

The cab driver’s eyes were wide and spooked.

Red spoke to him in German and quickly handed him a wad of cash for his troubles.

He held Nicole close, she buried her face in his chest.

“I’m sorry I brought you to that shithole,” he said, eventually.

“I told you I didn’t want to stay there,” she cried.

“I should have listened. I was being an asshole.”

“Yeah, you were.” She sat up and wiped the tears from her eyes. “You can’t do that to me again.”

He nodded. His nose was bleeding, a slight trickle down from one nostril, and she grabbed a tissue from her purse and wiped the blood away.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said.

When they got back to their hotel room, she looked at him. “We need to talk,” she said.

“Yeah?” he sat down heavily on the couch and put the TV on.

“I think you should reconsider Kane Wright’s offer.”

He laughed.

“I’m serious,” she said.

He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Why would you even say such a thing to me?”

“Because,” she told him, walking closer, “I don’t think you could stand to lose Jameson International completely.”

“Well maybe I don’t have a choice.”

“But you do. You—“

“Nicole, don’t push me on this,” he growled.

“All I said was you should consider it. Maybe Kane Wright is a bastard, but the other possibility is that you lose your company and go crazy. You’re already acting out, fighting, drinking. I won’t stand for it, Red.”

He didn’t reply.

“So now you’re going to ignore me?”

He still didn’t answer, just stared straight ahead at the television, watching a show she couldn’t even understand.

For a moment she considered really letting him have it, really saying something awful to get his attention. He was being a big, selfish baby, and taking it out on her.

But then Nicole thought better of it. She was angry, too angry to deal with Red in his current mood.

So instead she went to bed, thinking he might wake her in the night like he had yesterday.

His touch never came.

***

When Nicole woke up, Red was coming out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. “Morning, sleepy head.”

She yawned. “Are we still fighting?”

He stopped and smiled at her. “I sure hope not. The last thing I want to do is argue with you during our meeting with Kane Wright today.”

“What? What meeting?”

“I thought about what you said to me last night, and I realized you were right. I should at least consider partnering with that bastard, even if it’s the last thing I want to do right now.”

“Oh, Red. Don’t do it because of what I said!”

He laughed at her anxiety. “Don’t worry, I’m a big boy and I make my own decisions. But I’m smart enough to know good advice when I hear it.”

Now she felt distinctly guilty about what she’d said to him, most of which was just parroting what Kane Wright himself had told her over the phone. It was as if she was in league with Kane—a double agent—and she didn’t like the way that made her feel inside.

“I’m not so sure if it was good advice,” she said, sitting up. “Maybe you should just trust your instincts.”

He shook his head, moving to the closet, where he took a freshly dry-cleaned suit off the rack. “You sure do like to confuse a guy,” Red said.

“I’m sorry. I just—I was drinking last night. I don’t know what I was saying.”

“Whatever. I already made the meeting and my instinct tells me we should go.

Let’s play this thing out, see what he’s willing to do.” Red threw the suit across the bed, then went to the dresser drawer and grabbed an undershirt, boxers, and sox. “Kane Wright doesn’t want some drawn out battle that bleeds Jameson International dry before he takes it over. He’d much rather get the company now, while there’s still something left of it.”

“Okay,” Nicole said, debating about whether or not to tell him about the phone call she’d gotten yesterday.

And then Red turned and looked at her, and his eyes were bright, shining—like his old self. “For the first time since things went bad recently, I finally feel clear,” he told her.

“I think I can see the road in front of me again. It’s a nice feeling and I owe it all to you, baby.”

She sighed and fell back against the pillow, knowing she couldn’t possibly bear to tell him now and see the look of disappointment on his face as he realized that he’d simply been outmaneuvered once again by Kane Wright.

The truth was, Nicole still thought it was the right thing to do. And she’d find an opportunity to tell Red about that phone call—when the time was right.

***

“This is the way to begin a great partnership,” Kane Wright said, as the three of them stood on the deck of his private yacht, sailing down the Spree River and watching the buildings and streets of Berlin as they passed by.

People standing on a bridge overlooking the water waved at them as they sailed underneath.

“Very nice,” Red agreed, watching the scenery with a smile on his lips. “I’ve always wanted to buy a yacht.

“Soon you’ll be able to buy two or three of them,” Kane replied, glancing at Nicole, who had chosen to speak as little as possible on this excursion.

“I could buy two or three now, if I wanted to.”

“Still?”

Red looked at the older man. “Still.”

“Certainly,” Kane agreed. “The billionaire mogul Red Jameson is never at a loss for words or for funds.” The wind blew Kane Wright’s light brown hair, ruffling it as he stood and opined on the deck of his massive boat. He was wearing an open collared, blue and white striped Polo shirt, white pants, and immaculate white shoes. He looked vibrant and muscular, betraying the fact that even for a man nearing senior citizenship, he was obviously in tremendous shape.

Red looked back to the canal, as they drifted near a large double-decker boat with tourists on board. Red waved and some of the tourists returned his wave. Many of them were peering through binoculars. “So where does this canal lead, anyway?” he asked.

“Eventually, the Baltic Sea or the Rhine,” Kane said. “We can go to Poland if you’d like.”

Red turned and grinned at him. “Maybe next time.”

Kane smiled in return. “As you wish.” The he turned to Nicole, fixing her with his sharp gaze. “And you? Where would you like to travel today?”

She simply shrugged.

“Is she always so quiet?” Kane said to Red.

“No, she’s not,” Red told him. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you.”

Kane put a hand over his heart. “Ouch.”

“So, let’s talk business,” Red said, finally. “This boat is beautiful and so is the scenery, but we’re not here for a cruise. We’re here to figure out if we can make a deal.”

“Fine, let’s go inside, talking into this wind will make us hoarse.”

They went back inside the boat, and into a large living area where there were several large couches, chairs, a coffee table and TV. Everything was white, with blue trim, even the couches. Nicole had to stifle a smile when she realized that Kane’s outfit actually matched the interior design of his boat.

Nicole and Red took a seat on one of the couches.

Kane asked if they’d care for a drink, and Nicole declined. Red and Kane had a glass of scotch.

As Kane sat down, he handed Red his drink, but the older man’s eyes were focused only on Nicole.

She couldn’t help but notice, once again, the intensity and hunger there. So much like Red, she thought. And then she wondered what else he would do like Red, which made her angry with herself.

Nicole couldn’t deny that Kane Wright was a powerful, charismatic man. But she didn’t want to even have a passing thought about him in that way, because she was in love with Red and it felt like a betrayal to even think such things.

Kane settled into his chair opposite them. “So, here we are, at last,” he said.

“I’m open to hearing your offer,” Red told him, crossing his legs and taking a small sip of scotch.

“My offer is so simple,” Kane replied. “I will purchase your company from you, leaving you with perhaps ten percent of your stock. I will own a controlling interest in Jameson International and all its subsidiaries. However, I will largely allow you to continue to run it as you’ve been doing these past ten years.”

“Why would you do that when I’ve run it into the ground recently?”

Kane glanced to Nicole. If Red noticed, he didn’t react.

Suddenly Nicole got a gut feeling that something was wrong here. Why was it that just now occurred to her that Kane’s entire reason for bringing them to this yacht was for her benefit?

Nicole felt panic starting to rise in her, and wondered if it were really possible or if this was just her ego going totally out of control.

It was crazy enough for one billionaire businessman to be interested in her, let alone two. Still, she couldn’t shake the sense that Kane Wright was far more interested in her than he was in Red—like the only reason he’d taken this meeting was so that he could spend time with Nicole.

Which was ridiculous, she told herself. And yet, she couldn’t shake her suspicions.

“You didn’t run your business into the ground,” Kane said to Red, oblivious to Nicole’s rising discomfort. “I ran your business into the ground.”

Red smiled. “I didn’t realize you were the cause of the Euro taking a nosedive.”

“I may not have caused the Euro to drop,” Kane said. “But when it dropped, I knew how heavily exposed your company was—I was aware that you’d invested heavily in the EU markets. I kept my eye on your next move, and when I saw you take the risk on acquiring Aufrührerische Kreativität for nearly a hundred million, I knew I had my chance.”

“How kind of you to share your tactics with me,” Red said.

“I’m willing to put all my cards on the table,” Kane told him, glancing once more at Nicole.

“You say that a lot, but somehow I don’t believe you,” Red replied.

“That’s unfortunate, because I am doing my best to reassure you that my intentions are good.” Kane stood up. The boat was swaying a little now, giving Nicole a strange feeling in her stomach. The boat was pitching one way and then the other, and she didn’t much like it.

Red leaned forward. “What guarantee would I have that you’d allow me to have full autonomy in running Jameson International?”

The older man put his hands in his pants pockets and went to the window. “Looks like there’s a storm moving in,” he said.

The boat pitched and yawed as if agreeing with his assessment.

“Answer my question, please,” Red said.

“I never claimed I’d give you complete autonomy. Of course I’ll provide some guidance, because I’m older and wiser and I have knowledge to pass on to you.”

“And what if I disagree with your advice? Would you force me to make strategic decisions that I didn’t agree with?”

“Perhaps,” Kane responded.

This time they rode a wave that felt like a rollercoaster. Nicole realized she was getting nauseous. Her mouth was filling with saliva and she closed her eyes.

“Baby, are you okay?” Red asked.

She nodded. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“You sure? What’s wrong.”

“Just…feeling a tiny bit seasick.” She opened her eyes and saw that the sky outside the windows had turned dark and was spitting rain.

“We won’t be able to dock again for about an hour,” Kane said to them, “but I’ll tell my captain to head back.”

“Thank you,” Red said, as Kane left the room.

Nicole closed her eyes again. “I’m so sorry, I ruined your meeting.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Come on,” Red said, grabbing her hand and lifting her to her feet. He took her back outside to the deck, where she stood at the railing. They’d passed into a larger waterway and the sky had opened up its floodgates. Thunder and lightning too.

“It came out of nowhere, didn’t it?” she asked him.

“Yes, I never saw any storm clouds gathering,” he said, rubbing her back. “Don’t be embarrassed if you need to be sick.”

“God, I hate throwing up,” she cried. It was true. Ever since she was little, Nicole had always fought not to get sick to her stomach. She hated the loss of control, the way her stomach would clench and twist, the burning of the bile up her throat and in her nose.

As she thought about it, everything came up in a rush and she was sick over the side of the yacht.

When she finished heaving, she felt better. Her hair and clothes were soaked.

Kane came outside and saw them. “Come on, we can get her to a room to rest.”

“No, I’m fine,” she said.

“You’re not fine,” Red replied. “Do you have anything for her seasickness?”

“Yes,” Kane said.

“I don’t need it, I swear.” She let them help her back inside and then into a small room with a double bed and one circular porthole looking out on the water. Nicole lay down, closed her eyes, and tried to focus on not being sick again.

“If you want something for the nausea,” Kane told her, “just let me know.”

“I’m okay for now,” she said, not opening her eyes.

She felt Red’s weight pushing down on the bed and then his hand lightly stroking the hair on her forehead. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Are you all right by yourself?”

“Yes, go talk. Please, I’ll be fine.”