The Talk of Hollywood (16 page)

‘Why doesn’t she understand that I was only trying to protect her by not telling her the truth until the whole thing was over and done with?’ the older man asked in obvious frustration.

Jaxon grimaced as he stepped further into the room, having deemed it safer to stand a little removed while granddaughter and grandfather confronted each other. ‘I may be wrong, but I believe Stazy considers herself to be a little old to still be in need of that sort of protection from you or anyone else.’

‘And what do you think I could have done differently in the circumstances?’ Geoffrey frowned up at him.

Jaxon gave a rueful smile. ‘I’m the last person you should be asking about how best to deal with Stazy.’

‘Indeed?’ Geoffrey’s gaze sharpened speculatively.

‘Oh, yes!’ he said with feeling.

‘Does that mean the two of you are still at loggerheads?’ the older man frowned again.

Jaxon wasn’t sure how his relationship with Stazy stood at this precise moment. Last night she had allowed him to comfort her. This morning they had almost made love to each other. Before having the most god-awful row when Geoffrey had arrived so unexpectedly!

No, Jaxon had no idea how Stazy felt towards him now.

Any more than he knew what to make of his feelings for her.

It had been both heaven and hell to hold Stazy in his arms all night long, and sheer unadulterated pleasure to be with her this morning.

Knowing how Stazy liked to keep her life compartmentalised and Jaxon didn’t, the argument that had followed had perhaps been predictable—but that didn’t stop it from being frustrating as hell as far as Jaxon was concerned.

Where the two of them went from here—if they went anywhere—Jaxon had absolutely no idea.

‘More or less, yes,’ he answered the older man abruptly.

‘Do I want to know how much more or how much less …?’ Geoffrey prompted softly.

Jaxon gave the question some thought. ‘Probably not,’ he finally answered carefully.

The other man looked at him searchingly for several long seconds before giving a slow nod of his head. ‘Okay. So, do you think Stazy will ever forgive me …?’

Probably a lot more quickly than she was going to forgive Jaxon—if she ever did forgive him! ‘I think it might be a good idea if you give her some time to—well, to calm down before attempting to talk to her again,’ he advised ruefully.

‘And in the meantime …?’

‘I have absolutely no idea
what
you do in the meantime.’ Jaxon grimaced. ‘But now that security here has been lifted I intend to change into my leathers and go out for a ride on the Harley,’ he said decisively.

‘I’d ask to join you, but I think that might push Stazy into disowning me completely!’ Geoffrey chuckled wryly.

‘There’s no “might” about it!’ Jaxon assured him.

The older man nodded slowly. ‘Let’s hope she decides to forgive me very soon.’

It was a hope Jaxon echoed.

Stazy stood with her forehead pressed against the coolness of her bedroom window, looking outside as the Harley roared off down the gravel driveway with a leather-clad Jaxon seated on the back of it, the black helmet once again covering his almost shoulder-length hair and the smoky visor lowered over his face. Although it wasn’t too difficult for her to imagine the grimness of his expression!

Was Jaxon leaving for good? Or had he just gone out for a drive now that there was no longer a reason for them to be confined to Bromley House?

Not that Stazy could altogether blame Jaxon if he
had
decided to leave. A part of her knew she would have to leave too. And soon. She longed for the peace and solitude of her apartment in London, desperately needed to be alone for a while—if only so that she could lick her wounds in private. At the same time she knew she couldn’t leave here until things were less strained between herself and her grandfather.

How could he have lied to her in that way? Oh, she could appreciate the reason her grandfather had thought he should skirt around the truth, but that didn’t mean Stazy had to be in the least understanding about his having so blatantly lied to her at the end.

Especially when those lies had resulted in her spending the night with Jaxon.

Damn it, spending the night with Jaxon hadn’t been the problem—it had been waking up in his arms this morning and the things that had followed that made her
cringe with embarrassment every time she so much as thought about it! Which had been often during the half an hour or so she had spent in her bedroom.

Thankfully the maid had been up to Stazy’s bedroom during her absence downstairs, so the bed had been neatly remade and the room tidied by the time she returned from talking with her grandfather. Unfortunately, as Stazy had crossed the bedroom to take her suitcase out of the wardrobe and place it on top of the bed, that neatness had done very little to stop her from remembering each and every detail of what had happened here between herself and Jaxon.

The joy of kissing and caressing him. The pleasure of being kissed and caressed
by
him. The unimagined ecstasy of the mind-blowing orgasm he had so easily taken her to.

Even now Stazy could feel the ultra-sensitivity between her legs in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her first ever orgasm.

And her last if it resulted in her not only feeling physically vulnerable but emotionally too!

Although Jaxon’s abrupt departure—without that promised talk between the two of them—would seem to imply that he had no interest in furthering a relationship between the two of them, so—

‘May I come in …?’

Stazy looked up sharply at the sound of her grandfather’s cajoling voice. ‘That depends on whether or not you’re going to lie to me again.’ She raised censorious brows.

He gave a self-conscious wince as he stood in the open doorway. ‘I have explained the reason for that, darling.’

She nodded abruptly. ‘And it was a completely
unacceptable explanation. I’m no longer a child you need to protect from the truth, Gramps!’

‘So Jaxon has already pointed out to me,’ Geoffrey acknowledged heavily.

Stazy stiffened defensively just at hearing Jaxon’s name, let alone wondering in what context he might have made that remark. ‘Was that before or after he left on his Harley?’

‘Obviously before.’ Her grandfather grimaced before glancing at the open suitcase sitting on top of her bed. ‘What’s going on, Stazy …?’

She drew in a deep breath even as she gave a dismissive shrug. ‘I thought I might leave too, later this afternoon.’

His gaze sharpened. ‘Leave? But—’

‘You’ve said yourself that the danger is over now and your wound isn’t serious,’ Stazy interrupted firmly. ‘And now that Jaxon has left there seems little point in my not joining the dig in Iraq as originally planned.’

The fact that she had taken out her suitcase before she even saw Jaxon leave wasn’t something her grandfather needed to know! Even if Jaxon hadn’t decided to leave, how could she possibly stay on at Bromley House after the events of earlier this morning? There was no way she could continue calmly working on the details for the screenplay with Jaxon as if nothing had happened between them.

Stazy was extremely reluctant to delve too deeply into her own emotions and find out exactly what that ‘something’ meant to her …

‘Jaxon hasn’t left completely, darling. He’s just gone for a ride on his motorbike after being confined here for the past few days,’ her grandfather told her gently.

‘Oh.’ Stazy felt the colour drain from her cheeks.

Geoffrey gave her a searching glance. ‘Is there something you want to tell me, darling …?’

The very last thing Stazy wanted to do was to confide in her grandfather about making love with Jaxon this morning! There was no way she could tell another man of the intimacies she and Jaxon had shared, and there wasn’t the remotest possibility of her ever talking to anyone about how those intimacies had resulted in her first ever earth-shattering orgasm!

Although she might not have any choice if, as her grandfather said, Jaxon had only gone for a ride on his motorbike and intended returning to Bromley House later this morning.

‘No, nothing,’ she answered her grandfather abruptly as she carefully avoided meeting his piercing blue gaze. ‘As Jaxon isn’t here at the moment I think I might follow his example and go out—go for a run along the beach,’ she added lightly. ‘We can discuss later whether or not there’s any point in our bothering to continue with the research.’

Her grandfather looked puzzled. ‘What do you mean?’

Stazy shrugged. ‘You said the unauthorised biography on Granny was the reason this man from the past was able to track you down, so just think how much more exposed you will be if Jaxon goes ahead with the making of his film.’

‘There is even more reason now for Jaxon to make his film, darling,’ Geoffrey insisted firmly. ‘Don’t you see. It’s the only way to dispel the myth and show Anastasia for the true heroine that she was,’ he added when she still looked unconvinced.

Yes, Stazy did see the logic of that. Unfortunately. She had just been clinging to the hope—the slim hope,
admittedly—that this recent scare might result in her grandfather rethinking his decision.

She gave an impatient shake of her head. ‘As I said, we can all talk about this later—when Jaxon has returned from his ride and I’ve been for my run.’

Geoffrey nodded slowly. ‘That would seem to be the best idea.’ He turned to leave before turning back again. ‘Are you and Jaxon still able to continue working together …?’ he prompted shrewdly.

Stazy felt the colour warm her cheeks. Surely Jaxon hadn’t—? No, of course he wouldn’t. ‘I can’t see any reason why not, can you?’ she dismissed lightly.

Her grandfather shrugged. ‘You both seem more than a little edgy this morning.’

‘Is that surprising when we’ve been cooped up here together for two days?’

And nights … Let’s not forget the nights!

As if Stazy ever could.

‘Geoffrey has gone to his bedroom to rest for a while.’

Stazy looked up from where she sat in the library, reading one of her grandmother’s diaries. Well. ‘reading’ was something of a misnomer; even she knew she had only been giving the appearance of doing so. Because inwardly her thoughts and emotions were so churned up Stazy couldn’t have concentrated on absorbing any of her grandmother’s entries if her life had depended upon it!

Sitting down to eat lunch with her grandfather and Jaxon earlier had been something of an ordeal—so much so that Stazy had finally excused herself after eating none of the first course and proceeding only to pick at the main course for ten minutes or so, leaving the two men at the table to continue talking as she hurried
from the room with the intention of escaping to the library.

She and Jaxon hadn’t so much as exchanged a word during the whole of that excruciatingly awkward meal. That wasn’t to say Stazy hadn’t been completely aware of him as the three of them had sat at the small round table where she and Jaxon had eaten dinner together alone the past two evenings.

In the same room where Stazy had wrapped her legs around Jaxon’s waist as he had pressed her up against the china cabinet and kissed her.

Her expression was guarded now as she looked across the room at him. ‘Rest is probably the best thing for him.’

And what, Jaxon wondered as he came into the room and quietly closed the door behind him, did Stazy consider was the best thing for the two of
them?

Logic said they should talk about what had happened between them this morning. Emotion told him that Stazy’s feelings were so strung out at the moment that even to broach that conversation would only result in another meltdown—something she definitely wouldn’t thank him for.

Because the two of them had spent the night in the same bed? Because of the intimacies they had shared with each other this morning? Stazy bitterly regretting the lapse?

Jaxon would like to think that wasn’t the reason, but he still smarted at the way she had tried to push him out of the bedroom before anyone discovered him there. Admittedly, her grandfather had just flown in by helicopter, but even so.

Jaxon had had plenty of time to think things over during his long ride earlier. He had come to know Stazy
much better these past three days, and knew without being told that with hindsight she would view her uninhibited response to him this morning as a weakness. A weakness she had no intention of repeating.

His mouth thinned and his lids narrowed as she seemed to recoil against the back of her chair when he crossed the room in long, silent strides. He looked down at her frustratedly. ‘Do you want me to make my excuses to Geoffrey and tell him that I have to leave unexpectedly?’

Her face was expressionless as she returned his gaze. ‘Why on earth would I want to you to do that?’

‘Maybe because you obviously can’t stand even being in the same room with me any longer?’ he reasoned heavily.

‘Don’t be ridiculous, Jaxon,’ Stazy dismissed scathingly, inwardly knowing he was being nothing of the kind; she
did
find being in the same room with him totally overwhelming. The intimacies the two of them had shared this morning made it difficult for her even to look at him without remembering exactly where and how his lips and tongue had pleasured her this morning …

‘I don’t understand you, Stazy,’ he bit out bleakly. ‘We’re two consenting adults who chose to—’

‘I know exactly what we did, Jaxon!’ She stood up so suddenly that her chair tipped over backwards and crashed against one of the bookcases. ‘Damn. Damn, damn,
damn!’
she muttered impatiently as she bent to set the chair back onto its four legs before glaring up at him. ‘I don’t want to talk about this now, Jaxon—’

‘Will you ever want to talk about it?’

She gave a self-conscious shiver. ‘Preferably not! ‘

Jaxon breathed hard. ‘You’re behaving like some outraged innocent that I robbed of her virginity! ‘

Maybe. Because in every way that mattered that was exactly how Stazy felt.

She had been completely in control of the situation when she had chosen her previous two lovers so carefully. And she had been physically in control too. The loss of her virginity to her university lecturer had been perfunctory at best, the second experience four years ago even more so.