Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
“Come in,” he finally said. “I’ll show you around. Explain what I’ll be doing.” He started walking through the main living area, which was filled with warm autumn colors. It had a brick fireplace, beige couch that had turned out to be pretty damn comfy, and two brown recliners. When he’d looked at the rental online, the soft tones had pulled him in. Nothing to take away time from his imagination. Plus, lots of surfaces for his candles.
He took Finn down the hallway to the separate kitchen. It was a big room, with double ovens, a wide brown granite-covered island and an even bigger refrigerator than the one he had in his New York apartment. “Feel free to keep whatever you want in here. One of the things I’m doing on this sabbatical is learning to cook. How would you feel about being a guinea pig?”
Finn’s big presence made the large kitchen feel smaller. The man stood with his arms at his sides, his coffee-colored eyes pinned on Ajax. “I love all food, so I’m game. But if we want to eat in often, I can cook a few things. Mainly pasta and steaks, but I have a couple of good chicken recipes. Unless you’re a vegetarian?”
Ajax grinned. “I used to be, but it turned out to be a phase for me. I like my steak a little too much.” He walked to the counter next to the refrigerator and picked up a stack of papers. “I just printed out all these recipes because I’m apparently old school. I get annoyed trying to cook with recipes using my phone.” He smiled again. “Already ordered all the ingredients—shopping out is too much of a pain for me. Tonight, we’re having these beef roll-ups. Sound good?”
“Sure. Anything with beef makes me happy. But you don’t have to feed me. I can fend for myself.”
“It’s more fun to cook for two than one. Plus, I need a taste-tester.” He set the recipes down. “The band stays on the go a lot, so I’ve spent the last six years eating out and was craving a change.”
“From the looks of this place you rented, you could probably afford a chef.”
“I could, but I’ve never been good about strangers in my home.”
Finn tilted his head. The sunlight streaming in from the windows made his rich auburn hair pop. “Yet you hired me?”
“Protection is necessary—and believe me, my location will get out eventually, and you’ll have problems on your hands. We should have a few weeks, though. But the fans…” He paused, watching Finn’s expression change to concerned. “I love them, don’t get me wrong, but some are so intrusive. They constantly try to contact me, and a few have even gone so far as to contact my parents. One guy showed up at their house.”
“Showed up at your parents’ house,” Finn repeated. “Wow.”
“Yeah, this one is someone I have to keep an eye on. He keeps sending me demos. I get a lot of those for some reason, and I do listen to some, but this one annoyed me so much by bothering my parents, I refuse to listen to his songs. He won’t give up, though.”
“Do you have someone to go through all your mail and emails? That sort of thing?”
Ajax nodded. “I have a great assistant. Anton stayed at my house in New York to keep up with all that. Since I’m not going to be around for six months, he’s only working one day a week. He normally travels with me everywhere, so he deserved the time off.”
“My employer told me you were here to work on a solo project.”
“Are you familiar with Back to Chaos?”
“I am. You guys are incredible. I’m a new fan.” He chuckled. “But a non-intrusive, regular sort of fan.”
“We like that kind.” He winked, then walked toward the hallway. “Come, I’ll show you more. It’s going to be really boring for you here, I’m afraid. I’m working on songs, so I’ll be pretty focused.”
“Don’t worry about me. Just do your thing and pretend I’m not here.”
Like that would be possible. Finn had the kind of presence that couldn’t be ignored. Just being around the bodyguard had him sporting a semi, which was highly unusual for him. He usually had to get to know a person before he started feeling desire for them. That’s why this felt so new. And intriguing.
Well, he had wanted to write some sexy songs, so maybe he could use this to his advantage. He did have the lips of a muse, after all. Plus, Ajax liked the way Finn walked. Long, sure strides that were strangely graceful for such a tough-looking guy.
Ajax opened the door to the studio. “In addition to the high fences around the property, this is why I rented the place. The studio has great acoustics, soundproofing, and came with the recording gear. But I’m mostly writing now, so you’ll find me on my guitar or keyboard with notepads. Get used to the notepads because I leave them everywhere. You’d think it would be easier to cart one around to keep everything contained, but I never do anything the easy way. Oh, and the candles. I have a thing for them, so there are always some lit wherever I am. Hope you like the scent of vanilla.”