Inferno Anthology (36 page)

“Okay.” Damn, he was cute when he was sweet.

“I’ll bring the rest of the bags to the bedroom and make space in the closet for you to keep your things.”

“The rest of the bags?” There were six on the couch. How many bags were delivered? And he was going to make me space in his closet? Holy shit.

“I told her to send over whatever would look sexy on your cute little ass. Apparently she Googled you and found pictures of you singing and there is a lot you will look sexy in.” I was momentarily speechless, but it didn’t matter, because Jack wasn’t finished. “And we need to talk about Internet security, or lack of security. Any crazy man can find out where you live.”

Umm … yeah. You did.

Jack wasn’t kidding when he said Chole had researched me. There were at least two dozen outfits and each one was something that I would have picked out for myself. That is, if I had about $50,000 to go on an insane shopping spree. There were bags and bags of beautiful shirts, pants, shoes, bras, underwear and even lingerie and a robe. Then there were cosmetic and hair products, all of which in the brands that I used. It was over the top, insane, and way too much. I stopped looking at the tags when I found a box of shoes that were marked $1,600 alone.

I decided to keep my favorite outfit, because I really didn’t have anything to wear if I didn’t, and the cosmetics and hair products. The rest was in a huge heap on the bed, and Jack was going to have to have Mateo take them back.

Jack finished in his office and came up behind me as I was getting ready. “Jack, there are way too many clothes there. I picked one outfit to wear tonight, but the rest need to go back. I appreciate you buying them for me, but it’s way too much.”

“Nope.” He kissed the top of my forehead and lifted his shirt off. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

What? He’d dismissed everything I said in one little word and wasn’t even going to wait around to discuss it with me? He really was going to need a lot of tutoring on how relationships worked. “Jack, don’t ignore what I just said.”

I looked up at him in the mirror behind me and saw his face looked annoyed. “I didn’t ignore what you just said. I considered it and responded to it.”

“You considered it and responded to it?” Was he insane?

“Yep. Give me three good reasons why you can’t keep them and I’ll change my mind. I’m not unreasonable.”

I felt the heat in my face rise. Was he joking? I didn’t even know how to respond to that statement. And god damn it, I was drawing a blank for three good reasons why I couldn’t keep them.

His angry face changed to amused as he watched me in the mirror. “You got nothing, huh?” One eyebrow arched in challenge. “Do they fit?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like them?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point.”

“So why don’t you tell me what the point is then, Syd.”

His rapid fire of questions was pissing me off. “It’s too much, Jack. You just don’t go around buying your girlfriend of two days $50,000 of clothes.”

“You don’t?”

I could tell in his voice he was screwing with me and it just made me madder. “No, you don’t, it’s too much, too soon.”

“Why?”

God, he infuriated me. He infuriated me because I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t know why it was too much, too soon. It just was. “It just is, Jack.”

He stepped out of the low hanging sweatpants that he was wearing as he spoke. “That’s not an answer, Syd. You still haven’t given me any good reasons, babe.”

He was right, I hadn’t given him any reasons, but that didn’t mean that I was keeping the clothes. I gave him my best pissed off look in the mirror and he didn’t flinch.

“Let’s look at this another way, Syd. Would it be acceptable for a new boyfriend, who earns say $100,000 a year, to buy his new girlfriend a $500 outfit if he wanted to?”

I thought about it. Michael had earned only a little more than that and I guess I wouldn’t have thought it was too much if he had bought me an outfit costing $500. “I guess not — it would be generous, but I wouldn’t think it was insanity.” Jack removed his boxer briefs and stood behind me with his glorious naked body. If I couldn’t come up with an intelligent answer before he was naked, how the hell was I supposed to think with that staring at me in the mirror?

“Then it’s all relative, babe. Just add a few zeros to the salary and I should be allowed to add a few zeros to what I spend on my girlfriend’s clothes.” And with that, Jack turned away and walked into the bathroom. I couldn’t help but watch as every muscle in his fantastic ass tightened with each stride.

I thought about what Jack had said while I got dressed and I was glad for a few minutes to think about the conversation without the pressure of Jack’s intense questioning. Was he right? I’d never dated a man that earned millions of dollars. Maybe it was all relative? But it still didn’t sit right with me for some reason, even if I couldn’t give him three good reasons why.

Jack came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and lord he was sexy. The towel hung low and showed off his deep v and that little light line of hair that lead from his belly button down to that place that made my stomach flip flop.

“How did you know what shampoo and conditioner and makeup brands I used?” It seemed like way too much of a coincidence that Chloe had happened to select all of my favorite brands.

Jack threw the towel on the bed and walked into his closet stark naked. I was pretty sure I would never get used to how beautiful the man looked without clothes on. “Sienna told Chloe what you used.” His tone was matter of fact as if he was saying something that wouldn’t shock me.

He stepped out of the closet pulling up the zipper on a pair of dark gray slacks.

“What? How did Sienna talk to Chloe?” I was thoroughly confused.

“I gave Chloe Sienna’s number and she called her.”

“But how did you get Sienna’s number?” I didn’t even think he knew Sienna’s last name.

He pulled on a light blue dress shirt as he spoke. “I told you we were going to talk about Internet security, Syd. Any lunatic could find out anything he wanted about the two of you with a few keystrokes.”

“I guess he did.” I was exasperated. We were going to talk about Internet security? How about we talk about boundaries and stalking?

My comment didn’t seem to faze Jack in the slightest; he continued to get ready without missing a beat. “Get dressed, babe, we’re going to be late.”

“Late for what?” I seemed to always be a step behind him in our conversations.

“Dinner. We have reservations at 8:30 at Coco LaMer.”

Coco LaMer was the
it
place of the year. I had passed by it a few times on my way to work and once I saw two of the girls from
Sex in the City
going in for dinner. I heard the reservation wait was two months long, although I never bothered to verify that information because that type of restaurant wasn’t in my budget. I didn’t bother to ask how Jack got reservations. The man clearly got whatever he wanted.

I took my turn in Jack’s walk-in closet and dressed in the outfit that I had chosen to keep. It was a gold-colored strapless dress. The top was made of a delicate lace that wrapped around me like strips of gauze, winding in different directions. The waist was high and had a large bow on the right side. The bottom was a shredded mess of sparkly gold strips that completely clashed with the delicate top. It looked like a walking piece of art and fit me perfectly. I paired it with the shoes Chloe had picked, five inch stiletto sandals that wrapped around my ankles. I had long lean legs, but the short skirt and high heels made my legs look crazy long.

I knew I looked good and I was glad that I had decided to leave my hair down. I walked out of the closet as Jack was clasping his watch on and his reaction was all that I had hoped for and more.

“Fuck, Syd. You look beautiful. Sexy as hell.”

I twirled to show him the full outfit and smiled at him. “Thank you, the outfit is beautiful. Chloe has incredible taste.”

He walked to stand in front of me and took both my hands. “You are going to get me killed, with my temper and the looks you are going to get.” Jack was dead serious and I loved every word.

I rolled my eyes, telling him he was exaggerating, and planted a kiss on his mouth.

Of course, the maitre d’ at Coco LeMer knew Jack by name. While it was nice to get service as soon as we walked in, the thought of Jack bringing some of his 1,000 other women to the restaurant dulled my spirits. Jack was already getting good at picking up on things that bothered me and whispered, “I’ve only ever brought business associates here,” as we walked to the table. I thought it was sweet that he noticed the little things.

Sienna jumped up as we arrived at our table. “Surprise!”

I hugged her as if I hadn’t seen her in years. I was happy to see her, but confused. “What are you doing here?”

Sienna looked at Jack and smiled. “I threatened to kill him if he hurt you and he invited me to dinner.”

Yep, that sounded about right for Sienna. I hadn’t filled her in on all that had happened since Jack came back a few days ago. The last time I saw her I had been a mess, crying over him. So much had happened and it felt like months had passed in the last week.

“I’m sorry, Sienna, I should have called you.” I took her hand.

“I’m the one who owes Sienna the apology, Syd. I was a complete asshole to you and Sienna was just being a good friend. I wouldn’t have wanted her to react any other way when I called.”

Sienna smiled at me. “We need to celebrate, Syd. How about tequila for a change?” We both cracked up.

The food was incredible and Sienna and I were happy to let Jack order for us. A few men stopped by the table during dinner to say hello to Jack and he introduced us each time, calling me his girlfriend. I loved hearing him call me his.

Sienna told me about some potential gigs that she was working on for us and we told Jack stories of the worst gigs we had ever done. The bat mitzvah where I’d had the flu and threw up behind the stage in a bucket in between songs — only for the little boy who was the guest of honor to trip over a few minutes later and be forced to wear a vomit-covered suit the rest of the night. The rave in an abandoned warehouse in Boston that got out of control when a biker that was hitting on me didn’t know when to quit, causing a full blown war between two biker gangs to erupt. I don’t think Sienna noticed Jack’s jaw tighten as she told the story about the biker guy, but I didn’t miss it.

Jack didn’t tell many stories about his past, but I wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to share or because Sienna and I monopolized the conversation most of the evening. Either way, the three of us laughed most of the night and I was surprised that three hours had flown by. Sienna and I excused ourselves and went to the ladies room to freshen up. I gave her the seven minute catch up on all that had happened. “Well, if I didn’t see you guys together tonight, I would probably have been concerned when you got around to telling me you were reunited. But, shit, Syd, that man is in love with you.”

In love with me, was she crazy? “That’s the tequila talking, Sienna. He is not in love with me. In lust, maybe. But we haven’t known each other long enough to be in love.”

Sienna took my face into her hands. “Sweetie, time has nothing to do with it. You wasted seven years with that asshole. That’s a whole lot of time. Did you ever feel for Michael what you feel for Jack?”

I thought about the question but didn’t respond. She smiled broadly. “Right, time doesn’t mean shit.”

When we got back to the table, Jack was talking with a silver-haired man with a young face and neither of them looked happy. I could see the tension on Jack’s face that hadn’t been there ten minutes earlier. “All okay?” I stood next to Jack and put my hand on his shoulder. Young Silver looked at my hand on Jack’s shoulder and then did an obvious slow, leering gaze up and down my body. I watched the whole thing and the look made my stomach turn. Unfortunately, Jack didn’t miss it either. Jack stood and got in Young Silver’s face, and spoke quietly, but I still heard every word.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. And get your fucking eyes off of her before I make it so you can’t fucking see.”