Clayton “Jet” Smith has enjoyed acting the part of rock star god bad boy since his breakup with rock goddess Valerie Quinn. He’s racking up quite a score playing the field, and he has no plans to settle down anytime soon. His biggest problem these days is meeting his obligations, because he’s so busy having fun, he forgets the important things.
To help him out, he hires recent graduate Emily Brinkman to be his personal assistant, and he quickly finds a fire burning in his belly for her. There are two problems, however. The first is that Emily is engaged to be married, a fact that leaves Jet unfazed. The second problem isn’t so easy to surmount, though. Emily is disgusted and unimpressed by both sides of the man.
Will Clay find a way to persuade Emily to try him out, not just for one night, but for all time?
Feverish moves the Bullet story forward. You don’t want to miss this one!
She heard Clay playing his guitar in the music room. He was working on a new song, but she hadn’t heard it enough to recognize it…yet. But she loved it so far.
She took a deep breath and stood. She drank the rest of the water in the glass on the nightstand and then walked across the room. No longer numb, she felt like she needed companionship. No, she needed more. Much more. She knew what she wanted. She pulled her engagement ring off her finger and threw it on her dresser. It rolled and bounced off the mirror, then spun in a circle like a flat penny until it slowed and stopped.
She cracked the door to Clay’s music room open and peeked in. He was sitting on the loveseat on one side of the room, strumming and listening to the sound coming out of the smaller amp in the room. Emily walked in. She didn’t know if leaving the door open would ruin the acoustics, so she shut it behind her quietly.
He was a sight. He was completely absorbed in his music, and she didn’t want to interrupt him, so she sat on a stool near the door. After a few seconds, though, he looked up at Emily and stopped fingering the guitar. He smiled. “What’s up?”
She felt better just because of the way he was looking at her. She knew what she needed. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest, but she had to force the words out of her mouth. “I, uh…I need to talk to Jet.”
He squinted his eyes, not fully registering her words at first. He sucked in a deep breath and stood, resting his guitar in the stand at the end of the loveseat. “You sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’?”
Her breathing seemed so loud in her own ears, but she couldn’t make it quieter. She stood and nodded. “Yeah.”
She took a tentative step toward him but he was in front of her in seconds. She wasn’t quite sure how it had happened, but it was as though they let the electricity between them take over. Her arms were around his waist, his hands in her hair drawing her close, and their lips collided as they gave in to everything they’d been holding back for so long.
His kiss was deliberate and delicious, his tongue, warm and smooth but firm and insistent. In those first few moments, her body primed itself for his touch. In reality, though, she knew she’d been primed for this man for a long time. She was just now giving in to her needs.
He pulled back a little and asked, “You sure you want this?” She nodded. “What about your fiancé?”
“He’s not my fiancé anymore.”
Clay raised his eyebrows. “What about crossing the employer/ employee line you were worried about?”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
About the Author
Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in Colorado, moved from one city/town to the next, and she’s decided she likes it so much she wants to stay…although travel is not out of the question. She lives in a big town in Colorado (not unlike Winchester!) with her husband and four children. She is working on becoming a crazy cat lady. Okay, so maybe not.
Still want more? Jade has a bachelor’s degree in English Literature and Theater, a master’s degree in English, and a master of fine arts in Creative Writing. Obviously, she loves school and the student loan folks love her. She works in human services by day, teaches English and creative writing at night, and—in between playing soccer mom and community leader—writes like a fiend. Someday soon, she’ll narrow it down to just writing, but let’s get all those kids off to college first.
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