Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Fresh flowers filled vases here and there, and the scent of orange blossoms came in on the breeze.
“Dinner in an hour sounds good,” I assured her. “And thank you again. I know it is a lot of work on short notice.”
“Not at all. We enjoy hosting this group and have been looking forward to it. This way, Jett. As I’m sure Locke has mentioned, feel free to avail yourselves of any of the house amenities, including the pool, fitness rooms, common areas, et cetera. If there is anything at all my staff and I can do…”
As she continued with her welcome spiel, I felt Jett’s appreciation of the home. “It’s breathtaking,” he said. “Thank you for your warm welcome.”
I nodded my thanks to her as she finished showing Jett the locked safe for his passport and the concierge tablet mounted on the wall of the suite.
My grandfather’s suite comprised three rooms. A primary bedroom and sitting room with killer views of the Med, and a smaller second bedroom tucked next to the primary bedroom with only a small, arched window facing a garden. It had originally been used as a nursery, and then in my grandfather’s older years, his personal attendant had slept there to be close in case my grandfather needed help.
It was strange to be sleeping here when I’d only ever stayed in my usual guest room.
There were a few details that had clearly been arranged to make the space feel like mine. A painting from the bedroom I’d always stayed in. A fresh coat of paint in a different shade. New fabric on some of the upholstered furniture. A larger table by the balcony doors so I could spread out and work.
It was the same, but different. I shot a smile of thanks to Concetta for her thoughtfulness. She returned it with satisfaction before leaving us to alert the kitchen about dinner.
Jett disappeared into the small bedroom but didn’t close the door. He opened a suitcase, dug out a toiletry kit, and moved through the bedroom to his en suite bathroom. Instead of continuing to track his movements, I forced myself into my own bedroom to shower and change into more comfortable clothes for the rest of the evening.
Just as I turned on the shower faucet, my bathroom door clicked open.
Jett’s hair was damp around the edges like he’d splashed water on his face. His shirt was missing, and his pants were open, revealing the same light blue briefs I’d noticed him wearing on the plane.
His eyebrows lifted, and he flashed a flirty grin. “Thought you might need help freshening up.”
The thought hadn’t occurred to me, not because I didn’t want his mouth on me again, but because I’d assumed we’d eat dinner first and then retreat to the bedroom for some play.
But now that he was standing so close, my dick was eager to take advantage of the opportunity. “Take off your clothes and get in the shower.”
12
JETT
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re awfully bossy?” I said as I pulled my clothes off a piece at a time and left them folded neatly on the edge of the nearby tub.
“You have.” Locke’s eyes tracked me across the open expanse of tile. Thankfully, wooden shutters had been closed over the windows, so we had complete privacy. “But I am the boss.”
He was, I supposed. For now.
Part of me wished I were exactly what Locke thought I was. A rent boy whose primary concern for the next ten days was pulling orgasms out of him.
But I wasn’t that guy. My father, Maverick, still found moments to repeat the mantra he’d started when I was very young. “Curious Cat is never content.”
My mind had been whirling since we arrived.
Villa Altomare was different from what I’d expected. It was definitely a shockingly large villa. But it was also homey and warm, the way my uncle Jude’s homes were. Despite Jude’s obscene wealth from his music career, he didn’t try to impress people with it. He was who he was, down-to-earth and family-focused.
It hadn’t occurred to me that Locke Maris, heir to a multibillion-dollar fortune and the very definition of “old money,” would own a place like this, let alone host global power players here. But then again, the housekeeper had implied they’d hosted before, most likely during his grandfather’s time.
For as much as Locke often seemed rigid and closed off, seeing everyone welcome him here so familiarly and catching glimpses of his emotional reaction to arriving at his late grandfather’s place had made me want to know more. Made me wish we had the kind of relationship where I could ask him those questions.
Fortunately for both of us, I also wanted his dick in my mouth again, which would be a good way to distract us both.
I grabbed an extra bath towel from a stack, and as I stepped into the large shower, I refolded it into a thick, long rectangle before dropping it in front of his feet and lowering to my knees.