Entwined with You: A Crossfire Novel (Crossfire Book 3) Page 4

  I surged into him, knocking him off-balance and onto his back. I kissed him hard, my heart pounding and blood roaring in my ears.

  “I hate to freak you out,” I muttered between desperate kisses, “but you’ve got it real bad for me.”

  Groaning, he squeezed me tightly. “So we’re okay?”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Maybe not about the burner phone. The cell stalking is nuts. Seriously. Not cool at all.”

  “It’s temporary.”

  “I know, but—”

  He put a hand over my mouth. “I put directions on how to track my phone in your purse.”

  That news left me speechless.

  Gideon smirked. “Not such a bad idea on the flip side.”

  “Shut up.” I slid off him and smacked his shoulder. “We are totally dysfunctional.”

  “I prefer ‘selectively deviant.’ But we’ll keep that to ourselves.”

  The warmth I’d felt bled away, replaced by a flare of panic at the reminder that we were hiding our relationship. How long would it be before I saw him again? Days? I couldn’t repeat the last few weeks of my life. Even thinking about going without him for any length of time made me feel sick.

  I had to swallow past a painful lump to ask, “When can we be together again?”

  “Tonight. Eva.” His beautiful eyes were haunted. “I can’t bear that look on your face.”

  “Just be with me,” I whispered, my eyes stinging all over again. “I need you.”

  Gideon’s fingertips glided softly down my cheek. “You were with me. The whole time. There wasn’t a second that passed when you weren’t on my mind. You own me, Eva. Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, I belong to you.”

  I leaned into his touch, letting it soak into me and chase the chill away. “No more Corinne. I can’t stand it.”

  “No more,” he agreed, startling me. “I’ve told her already. I’d hoped we could be friends, but she wants what she and I used to have, and I want you.”

  “The night that Nathan died … she was your alibi.” I couldn’t say more. It hurt to think of how he might have filled the hours with her.

  “No, the kitchen fire was my alibi. It took most of the night dealing with the FDNY, the insurance company, and making emergency arrangements for food service. Corinne stuck around for some of that, and when she left, I had plenty of staff on hand to vouch for my whereabouts.”

  The surge of relief I felt must have shown on my face, because Gideon’s gaze softened and filled with the regret I’d seen so many times now.

  He stood and held his hand out to help me up. “Your new neighbor would like to invite you over for a late dinner. Let’s say eight o’clock. You’ll find the key—and the key to the penthouse—on your keychain.”

  I accepted his hand up and tried to lighten the mood with a teasing reply. “He’s seriously hot. I wonder if he puts out on the first date?”

  His returning smile was so wicked it revved me up a notch. “I think your odds of getting laid are pretty good.”

  I gave a dramatic sigh. “How romantic!”

  “I’ll give you romance.” Pulling me into him, Gideon dipped me with consummate ease.

  Pressed against him from hip to ankle and bowed backward in a yielding curve, I felt my robe slide apart, exposing my breast. He deepened my arch, until my tender sex hugged his hard thigh and I couldn’t help but be hyperaware of the power of his body as he supported my weight and his.

  That quickly, he seduced me. Despite hours of pleasure and a very recent orgasm, I was primed for him in that moment, aroused by his skill and strength and self-assurance, his command of himself and of me.

  I rode his leg with a slow slide, licking my lips. He growled and surrounded my nipple with the wet heat of his mouth, his tongue worrying the hardened point. Effortlessly he held me, aroused me, possessed me.

  I closed my eyes and moaned my surrender.

  BECAUSE of the heat and humidity, I chose a lightweight linen sheath dress and pulled my blond hair back in a ponytail. I accessorized with a small pair of gold hoop earrings and kept my makeup light.

  Everything had changed. Gideon and I were back together. I was now living in a world without Nathan Barker in it. I was never going to turn a corner and run into him. He was never going to appear on my doorstep out of the blue. I no longer had to worry that Gideon would learn things about my past that would drive a wedge between us. He knew it all and wanted me anyway.

  But the budding peace that came with that new reality was accompanied by fear for Gideon—I needed to know that he was safe from prosecution. How could he definitively be proven innocent of a crime he actually did commit? Were we going to have to live with the perpetual fear that his actions would come back to haunt us? And how had this changed us? Because there was no way we could be what we’d been before. Not after something so profound.

  Leaving my room, I headed out for work, looking forward to the hours of distraction I’d find at my job with Waters Field & Leaman, one of the leading advertising firms in the country. When I went to grab my purse off the breakfast bar, I found Cary in the kitchen. He’d clearly been as Busy with a capital B as I had.

  He was leaning back into the counter, his hands gripping the edge as his boyfriend, Trey, cupped his face and kissed him passionately. Trey was fully dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, while Cary wore only gray sweats that hung low and sexy on his lean hips. They both had their eyes closed and were too lost in each other to realize they were no longer alone.

  It was rude to look, but I couldn’t help it. For one, I’d always found it fascinating to watch two hot men make out. And two, I found Cary’s pose very telling. While his handsome face was markedly vulnerable, the fact that he was holding on to the counter instead of the man he loved betrayed his lingering distance.

  I picked up my purse and backed out as quietly as I could, tiptoeing from the apartment.

  Because I didn’t want to be totally melted by the time I got to work, I hailed a cab instead of walking. From the backseat, I watched Gideon’s Crossfire Building come into view. The gleaming and distinctive sapphire spire was home to both Cross Industries and Waters Field & Leaman.

  My job as assistant to junior account manager Mark Garrity was a dream come true. While some—namely my stepfather, megafinancier Richard Stanton—couldn’t understand why I’d take an entry-level position considering my connections and assets, I was really proud to be working my way up. Mark was a great boss, both hands-on and hands-off, which meant I was learning a lot both by instruction and from doing it myself.

  The cab turned a corner and pulled up behind a black Bentley SUV I knew all too well. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of it, knowing that Gideon was nearby.

  I paid the cabdriver and climbed out of the cool interior into the steamy early-morning air. My eyes were riveted to the Bentley in the hope that I might catch a glimpse of Gideon. It was crazy how excited I was by the idea, especially after a night spent rolling around with him in all his naked glory.

  Smiling wryly, I spun through the Crossfire’s copper-framed revolving doors and entered the vast lobby. If a building could embody a man, the Crossfire did for Gideon. The marble floors and walls conveyed an aura of power and affluence, while the cobalt glass exterior was as striking as one of Gideon’s suits. Altogether, the Crossfire was sleek and sexy, dark and dangerous—just like the man who’d created it. I loved working there.

  I passed through the security turnstiles and took the elevator up to the twentieth floor. When I exited the car, I spotted Megumi—the receptionist—at her desk. She buzzed me through the glass security doors and stood as I approached.

  “Hey,” she greeted me, looking chic in black slacks and a gold silk shell. Her dark sloe eyes sparkled with excitement, and her pretty mouth was stained a daring crimson. “I wanted to ask you what you’re doing on Saturday night.”

  “Oh …” I wanted to spend the time with Gideon, but there was no guarantee that would happen. “I don’t
know. I don’t have plans yet. Why?”

  “One of Michael’s friends is getting married and they’re having a bachelor party on Saturday. If I stay home, I’ll go nuts.”

  “Michael’s the blind date?” I asked, knowing she’d been seeing a guy her roommate had set her up with.

  “Yeah.” Megumi’s face lit up for a second, then fell. “I really like him and I think he likes me, too, but …”

  “Go on,” I prompted.

  She lifted one shoulder in an awkward shrug and her gaze skittered away. “He’s a commitment-phobe. I know he’s into me, but he keeps saying it’s not serious and we’re just having fun. But we spend a lot of time together,” she argued. “He’s definitely rearranged his life to be with me more often. And not just physically.”

  My mouth twisted ruefully, knowing the type. Those kinds of relationships were tough to quit. The mixed signals kept the drama and adrenaline high, and the possibility of awesomeness if the guy would just accept the risk was hard to let go of. What girl didn’t want to attain the unattainable?

  “I’m game for Saturday,” I said, wanting to be there for her. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Drinking, dancing, getting wild.” Megumi’s grin came back. “Maybe we’ll find you a hot rebound guy.”

  “Uh …” Yikes. Awkward. “I’m doing pretty good, actually.”

  She arched a brow at me. “You look tired.”

  I spent the entire night getting nailed to my bed by Gideon Cross … “I had a tough Krav Maga class yesterday.”

  “What? Never mind. In any case, it won’t hurt to check out the scenery, right?”

  I shifted the straps of my bag on my shoulder. “No rebound guys,” I insisted.

  “Hey.” She set her hands on her trim hips. “I’m just suggesting you be open to the possibility of meeting someone. I know Gideon Cross has got to be a hard act to follow, but trust me, moving on is the best revenge.”

  That made me smile. “I’ll keep an open mind,” I compromised.

  The phone on her desk rang and I waved good-bye as I headed down the hallway to my cubicle. I needed a little time to think about the logistics of playing the role of a single woman when I was very much taken. If I owned Gideon, he possessed me. I couldn’t imagine belonging to anyone else.

  I was just starting to play with how to bring up Saturday night to Gideon when Megumi called after me. I turned back around.

  “I’ve got a call on hold to send your way,” she said. “And I hope it’s personal, because holy hell is his voice smokin’ hot. He sounds like S-E-X rolled in chocolate and covered in whipped cream.”

  Nervous excitement raised the hairs on my nape. “Did he give his name?”

  “Yep. Brett Kline.”

  4

  I REACHED MY desk and dropped into my chair. My palms were damp just thinking about talking to Brett, and I was steeling myself for the little charge I’d get from hearing his voice and the guilt that would follow it. It wasn’t that I wanted him back or wanted to be with him. It was just that we had history and a sexual attraction that was purely hormonal. I couldn’t shut it off, but I had absolutely no desire to act on it.

  I dropped my purse and the bag holding my walking shoes into a desk drawer, my eyes caressing the framed collage of photos of Gideon and me together. He’d given it to me so he would always be on my mind—as if he ever left it. I even dreamed of him.

  My phone rang. The rerouted call from reception. Brett hadn’t given up. Determined to keep it businesslike to remind him that I was at work and not available for inappropriately personal conversations, I answered, “Mark Garrity’s office, Eva Tramell speaking.”

  “Eva. There you are. It’s Brett.”

  My eyes closed as I absorbed that S-E-X-rolled-in-chocolate voice. It sounded even more decadently sexual than when he was singing, which had helped to propel his band, Six-Ninths, to the brink of stardom. He was signed with Vidal Records now, the music company run by Gideon’s stepfather, Christopher Vidal Sr.—a company Gideon inexplicably had majority control over.

  Talk about a small world.

  “Hi,” I greeted him. “How’s the tour coming along?”

  “It’s unreal. I’m still trying to get a grip on it all.”

  “You’ve wanted this a long time and you deserve it. Enjoy it.”

  “Thanks.” He fell silent for a minute, and in that space of time, I pictured him in my mind. He’d looked amazing when I saw him last, his hair spiked and tipped with platinum, his emerald eyes dark and hot from wanting me. He was tall and muscular without being too bulky, his body ripped from constant activity and the demands of being a rock star. His golden skin was sleeved in tattoos, and he had piercings in his nipples that I’d learned to suck on when I wanted to feel his cock harden inside me …

  But he couldn’t hold a candle to Gideon. I could admire Brett just like any other red-blooded woman, but Gideon was in a class by himself.

  “Listen,” Brett said, “I know you’re working, so I don’t want to hold you up. I’m coming back to New York and I’d like to see you.”

  I crossed my ankles under my desk. “I’m thinking that’s not a good idea.”

  “We’re going to debut the music video for ‘Golden’ in Times Square,” he went on. “I want you there with me.”

  “There with— Wow.” I massaged my forehead. Momentarily thrown by his request, I chose to think about how my mom would bitch at me for rubbing at my face, which she swore caused wrinkles. “I’m really flattered you asked, but I have to know—are you cool with just being friends?”

  “Hell, no.” He laughed. “You’re single, golden girl. Cross’s loss is my gain.”

  Oh, crap. It’d been almost three weeks since the first pictures of Gideon and Corinne’s staged reunion had hit the gossip blogs. Apparently, everyone had decided it was time for me to move on with another guy. “It’s not that simple. I’m not ready for another relationship, Brett.”

  “I asked you out on a date, not for a lifetime commitment.”

  “Brett, really—”

  “You have to be there, Eva.” His voice lowered to the seductive timbre that had always made me drop my panties for him. “It’s your song. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

  “You have to.”

  “You’ll hurt me bad if you don’t go,” he said quietly. “And that’s not bullshit. We’ll go as friends, if that’s what it takes, but I need you there.”

  I sighed heavily, my head bowing over my desk. “I don’t want to lead you on.” Or piss Gideon off …

  “I promise to consider it a favor from one friend to another.”

  As fucking if. I didn’t answer.

  He didn’t give up. He might never give up. “Okay?” he prodded.

  A cup of coffee appeared at my elbow and I looked up to see Mark standing behind me. “Okay,” I agreed, mostly so I could get to work.

  “Yesss.” There was a note of triumph in his voice that sounded like it was accompanied by a fist pump. “Could be either Thursday or Friday night; I’m not sure yet. Give me your cell number, so I can text you when I know for sure.”

  I rattled the number off in a hurry. “Got it? I’ve got to run.”

  “Have a great day at work,” he said, making me feel bad for being rushed and unfriendly. He’d always been a nice guy, and could have been a great friend, but I blew that chance when I kissed him.

  “Thanks. Brett … I’m really happy for you. Bye.” I returned the handset to its cradle and smiled at Mark. “Good morning.”

  “Everything all right?” he asked, his brown eyes capped with a slight frown. He was dressed in a navy suit with a deep purple tie that did great things for his dark skin.

  “Yes. Thank you for the coffee.”

  “You’re welcome. Ready to get to work?”

  I grinned. “Always.”

  IT didn’t take long for me to realize something wasn’t right with Mark. He was distracted and moody, which was very unlike hi
m. We were working on a campaign for foreign-language-learning software, but he wasn’t into it at all. I suggested we talk a bit about the whole-foods locavore campaign, but that didn’t help.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked finally, sliding uncomfortably into friend territory, where we both made an effort not to go during work.

  We put work aside every other week when he invited me along to lunch with his partner, Steven, but we were careful about maintaining our roles as boss and subordinate. I appreciated that a lot, considering Mark knew my stepfather was rich. I didn’t want people giving me considerations I hadn’t earned.

  “What?” He glanced up at me, then ran a hand over his close-cut hair. “Sorry.”

  I laid my tablet flat in my lap. “Seems like you’ve got something weighing on your mind.”

  He shrugged, swiveling away and back again in his Aeron chair. “Sunday is my seventh anniversary with Steven.”

  “That’s awesome.” I smiled. Out of all the couples I’d seen over the course of my life, Mark and Steven were the most stable and loving. “Congratulations.”

  “Thanks.” He managed a weak smile.

  “Are you going out? Do you have reservations or do you want me to handle that?”

  He shook his head. “Haven’t decided. I don’t know what would be best.”

  “Let’s brainstorm. I haven’t had many anniversaries myself, I’m sad to say, but my mom is spectacular with them. I’ve picked up a thing or two.”

  After playing hostess to three wealthy husbands, Monica Tramell Barker Mitchell Stanton could’ve been a professional event planner if she ever had to work for a living.

  “Do you want something private,” I suggested, “with just the two of you? Or a party with friends and family? Do you exchange gifts?”

  “I want to get married!” he snapped.

  “Oh. Okay.” I sat back in my chair. “As far as romance goes, I can’t top that.”