Mischief 24/7 (6 page)

Yet it had hurt, badly. She’d never felt more alone than in the days since she’d knocked on

Court’s bedroom door, let him take her hand and lead her to his bed.

“I need…please, Court.”

“I know. Teddy first. I’m familiar with the drill.”

She tried for humor. “Maybe I’m just not good at multitasking.”

“Will I always come in second to Teddy, Jade? Even now? I want you, sweetheart. I want to hold you, love you. Even if it’s only a temporary solution. We can work on the rest.”

“Can we? We still live in two very different worlds, Court. Last week was a mistake and we both know it. So are we going to fight again now? Because I really don’t want to fight now.”

“No, sweetheart, we’re not going to fight now. I already lost, more than a year ago. Sometimes I just seem to have a little trouble believing that. Maybe I’m a poor loser. Was it so bad between us, Jade? Sharing my bed again, letting me love you?”

She felt Court’s gaze on her.

It was his eyes that had gotten to her the first time they’d met, those dark, soulful, old-as-time eyes. She had fallen into them without a thought, without a backward glance.

How easy it would be to simply slip into his
embrace the way she had last week, let him hold her, make love to her, even take her with him when he went home—the whole fairy-tale line of
Take me away from all of this.

But she’d tried that once. Court didn’t know how right he’d been to call himself her
rebellion,
and she’d be an idiot to make the same mistake twice. She loved him, but going with him now would be using him, trying to build something together on yet another shaky foundation. Court deserved better from her. Maybe even she deserved something better from herself.

“Good night, Court.” Jade quickly made her way out of the room and toward the staircase in the foyer.

J
ADE LAY
intimately sprawled on Court’s chest, her legs tangled with his, her chin in her hands. “Do you know, I think you have gold flecks in your eyes. I hadn’t noticed that until now. No, don’t close them, let me see. Yes, definitely gold flecks. That’s very sexy, Mr. Becket. I think they turn me on.”

“Is that right, Ms. Sunshine? In that case, I’ll be sure to wear sunglasses whenever I’m around you. Out of concern for you, I mean. I wouldn’t want to tempt you at inappropriate moments.”

“Sure you would. You’d make a point of tempting me.” Jade made a small purring noise in her throat as Court’s hands slowly slid up and down either side of her spine. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this content, this complete. Why, they were even talking as if they had a future together, which was insane. “You’re very good at it, by the way.”

“One can only try one’s humble best. Now what are you doing?” His hands pressed her back down as she tried to push herself up and off him. “Keep moving your body like that against me, and we’ll miss hearing the knock from room service.

A man could starve around you Jade. Not unhappily, I’ll admit.”

“We haven’t left this bed in over twelve hours, Court. I need a bathroom, a shower—do you happen to have any spare toothbrushes you keep around for your overnight guests?”

“Becket Hotels prides itself on thinking of every personal comfort,” he told her as he let her go. She dragged the soft cotton top sheet with her and stood next to the king-size bed, watching him watch her wrap its length around her body. “You don’t need that sheet, Jade. There isn’t an inch of you I haven’t already seen and appreciated.”

Jade thought she should tell him he could allow her at least the illusion of feminine modesty. But once you’ve had your legs scissored around a man’s neck while his mouth and fingers took you past the point of rational thought, flew you up to a world you hadn’t known even existed, had you calling out his name over and over and over again as you mindlessly begged him not to stop, not to ever, ever stop? After that sort of carnal intimacy, seriously, what was the point?

“I still don’t believe any of this,” she told him honestly as he propped up his head on one bent arm, doing nothing to cover his own nakedness. She’d never believed the sight of a naked man was all that men would like to think women thought it was. Until now. “I don’t even know you.”

“We knew enough last night Jade,” he told her
quietly. “I knew the moment I saw you. I’m going to marry you. It’s that simple.”

“Don’t say that. It… it makes me nervous.”

“I would have thought the same thing twelve hours and five minutes ago, before you walked into the hotel bar and figuratively punched me in the solar plexus.” His gaze went toward the living room of the suite. “That’s room service. The food will stay warm while we both shower. You’ll find a robe in the bathroom closet.”

Jade watched, not moving, until Court stepped, naked, into the slacks he’d worn last night and pulled them up over his hips. Only then did she come to her senses and run for the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

After all, if he thought they were going to shower together, no room-service covers would be enough to keep their food warm for the next two hours. The penthouse suite was huge; there had to be another bathroom somewhere. Probably three or four of them.

This bathroom had no windows, but the overhead lights, including a crystal chandelier that was just downright decadent, came to life the moment she’d shut the door.

Jade dropped the sheet she’d been clutching around her and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the freestanding full-length mirror in the far corner.

No, that couldn’t be her. But then, who was
that rather exotic stranger looking back at her as she advanced across the room? Look at the way she moved, like a cat, sure of herself, aware of her every nerve ending, her every sense.

Not a facade, not a role she was playing for the job, the way she’d done last night with Harvey What’s-His-Name. This was real. The way she felt was real.
Sexy.
Her. Jade. Not Jessica, the blond bombshell, or Jolie, the strikingly different. But her, Jade. Simple, practical, no-nonsense, boring-white-bread Jade. She was looking at a sensual being, only recently awakened and glorying in newfound freedom.

Court had done this to her. A near stranger had awakened her, when she hadn’t even realized she’d been sleepwalking through her life.

Her hair was a wild tangle that cascaded over her shoulders, so unlike the way she normally wore it. Her brown eyes seemed almost smudged, but not with last night’s makeup. The darkness came from within. Her mouth looked fuller, the lips subtly swollen, pouty

She looked like a woman newly risen from her lover’s bed. And she liked the way she looked.

Jade struck a pose. Being silly, being stupid, mo-ronically carefree. Her left arm bent to cover her breasts, her right hand lowered to her center; Botticelli’s famous
The Birth of Venus.
Or as Jolie had called the painting when she’d nearly flunked
her college Art Appreciation course,
Venus on the Half Shell

Jade bit her lip to suppress a giggle.

What was wrong with her? How had she lost her mind this way? This wasn’t her. She wasn’t this kind of woman. A fall-into-bed-with-strangers kind of woman. She was responsible. Clearheaded. Dedicated. She didn’t go in for one-night stands. She wasn’t the type.

Then again, she also knew she’d never felt this good before, not in her entire responsible, clearheaded, dedicated life. Jessica, the romantic one, would say that Jade was in love, that it had been love at first sight between Jade and Court.

Which was ridiculous.
Lust
at first sight? Yes, that sounded more plausible. Physical attraction, pheromones, whatever, it had been an instant
crash
of mutual desire and need, that was certain.

The question now was what to do about it.

There was a knock at the door. “I don’t hear the shower running. Are you ready to eat? I don’t know about you, but I seem to have worked up quite an appetite.”

Jade dropped her irreverent pose and headed for the oversize shower stall. “In a minute!”

“All right. Do you like strawberries dipped in dark, warm chocolate?”

“What? Do I… for
breakfast?
Um, yes, sure, I suppose so. Why not?”

“Good, because I’m working up this fantasy
where you lie with your head on my lap as I feed one to you, and then you return the favor.”

“Sounds, um, sounds like a plan?” Jade fussed with the taps, wondering why anyone would need so many controls to turn on a simple shower. Except this wasn’t a simple shower, not with all those extra showerheads. “Just give me five minutes and… and we’ll talk about it.”

She didn’t wait for the water to turn warm, but stepped quickly under the cold sprays that seemed to come from everywhere, teasing at her already sensitive skin. She had to get her head back on straight, was what she had to do. She had to shower, find her clothes, make up some sort of excuse and get the hell out of here.

If she didn’t go, now, she’d never want to leave. As it was, she was fairly certain that the memory of last night, of Court Becket and his bottomless brown eyes, the wild abandon they’d shared, would haunt her for the rest of her life.

“No.
N
OT YET, NOT YET,
you idiot… don’t leave yet, don’t go…” Jade pleaded, keeping her eyes firmly closed, trying to recapture the dream. No, not a dream. A memory. Her life, the one she’d had within her grasp and then so carelessly thrown away.

She gave up and opened her eyes, silently cursing the ringing phone that had awoken her, sparing one of her choicest swear words for Court, who seemed to think nothing of doing business in the middle of the night. The least he could do was answer the damn phone.

“Four o’clock?” she muttered, aiming her outstretched arm toward the nightstand. Her fingers closed on the receiver and she pulled the phone onto the bed with her as she fell back against the pillows. “Mr. Becket will be with you in a moment,” she half slurred into the phone, praying she was right. Otherwise, she’d have to get up and go hunt Court down. And then kill him.

“Which one are you?”

Jade pulled the phone away from her ear and squeezed her eyes shut tight for a moment, hoping she’d feel more awake when she opened them again. The voice was deep, most probably male and obviously disguised by one of those electronic devices anyone could pick up on eBay. Probably the same guy who had called before, the one Matt’s friend Ernesto had thought was a kid playing phone pranks.

Fully awake now, Jade held the phone to her ear once more. “Screw you,” she said, and then winced. Obviously she couldn’t be as awake as she thought she was.
Screw you
wasn’t exactly the snappiest comeback in the books.

“Okay, you’re the bitchy one. Jade, right? Not the actress? I’ll bet most of your callers want to talk to the actress. Too bad, but as long as I have you, how about we just chat?”

“How about I just hang up and you go seek professional help?”

The caller went on as if Jade hadn’t said anything. “Brains are messy, aren’t they, Jade? They hit that knotty-pine paneling, and then they slide down it, the bits that don’t get hung up on the pieces of skull stuck in the wood like shrapnel. No, never mind. You don’t have to answer me.

You know how it looks, Jade, don’t you? You saw how it works.”

Jade quickly covered her mouth with her hand, afraid she might vomit. Then she took it away and sucked in a lungful of air, letting it out again slowly. She had to calm down, refuse to let this guy get to her. They’d had a million phone calls since Jessica had the bright idea of putting their number on the air during her news-magazine show, asking for help from the public. What they’d gotten were whack-jobs. One good lead with Melodie’s shampoo tech, granted. But most of the calls were like this one, complete with electronic voice disguisers. So many sick tickets out there with time on their hands. “And
you’d
know this how?”

“How do you think I know?”

She should just hang up, but she was too angry. “Are you confessing to killing my father? Hey, terrific. But first tell me what you did with Jimmy Hoffa. Is he really buried beneath the goalposts at the Meadowlands?”

“Back off, shut down that smart mouth of yours, or else I’ll
show
you how I did it. I can get at you, any one of you, anytime I want. For instance, do you know where your blond-bimbo sister is right now? I do. Should I reach out and touch her, or are you going to behave?”

Okay. This had never been funny, but now it was turning ugly, and Jade was beginning to get a cold, sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, because she
didn’t
know where Jessica was right now. She was already half out of the bed when her bedroom door opened and Court stepped inside, a cordless phone to his ear. He lifted one finger to his lips and then motioned to her to keep talking, keep the caller on the line.

“It’s a little late at night for fairy tales,” she said as she subsided back onto the bed, her eyes on Court as he advanced across the room toward her and squeezed her outstretched hand. “Or should we just call that threat what it is—you’re blowing smoke.”

“Am I? Do you really want to find out?”

Oh, my God oh, my God oh, my God.
Jade began to rock back and forth on the bed as Court put down the cordless and fished his cell phone out of his pants pocket. She knew what he was doing. He was calling Jessica’s cell, or Matt’s.
Hurry hurry hurry. Make her answer make her answer.

“All right, you’ve got my attention now, so talk to me,” Jade told the caller, clutching at anything she could think of to say, hoping to keep the monster on the line. Joshua Brainard? Was she talking to Joshua Brainard? No, that wasn’t likely. What were the odds? Jess had said something about the whole world knowing something soon. Whatever she and Matt had done, were doing, might already be public knowledge. “Why are you calling me? What do you want?”

“You know what I want. I want you and your sisters to stop digging where you shouldn’t be digging. Parading yourself all over television and the newspapers, crying about your poor dead daddy. A person could get hurt sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Your old man is dead. You don’t really want to join him, do you?”