One way to make sure he kept himself occupied was through the BDSM club, Rough ‘n Ready. If he could find a sub or two to play with while on his business trip, Jensen would keep his nose and arm clean. She wasn’t sure if that made her a pimp, but she was fairly certain it didn’t. Jensen didn’t have to pay for subs. They clamored for him. And lately, for some unknown reason, she’d started to get pissed about it.
“Good. I guess you can drop me off there on the way to the house.”
She blinked. “What?”
He glanced back at her. “I want you to drop me off.”
They’d just arrived on the island and it was the middle of the day. “Jensen, they’re not open this early.”
He blinked as if just realizing it was sunny out. “Oh.”
“Let’s go to the house, check in, you can clean up, change and then head out.”
He didn’t look happy about the situation, but he nodded and slid into the sedan.
She shook her head and walked around to the other side of the car. This was probably not going to be a good trip. Lately, a lot of their trips had been uncomfortable. There was something off about Jensen, and she didn’t know what it was.
Her old sober companion instincts had reared their ugly head, but Jensen was going to meetings. A lot of meetings, but he was going. In fact, he had insisted that he make sure the listed times they had from their last visit to the islands was correct.
She slipped into the backseat of the limo, and looked over her schedule.
“Remember, day after tomorrow, you are going to Maui for a meeting with the Johnson family.”
He grunted, which meant he was at least listening to her. “Johnson? Doesn’t sound very Hawaiian.”
He’d already remarked on that—several times.
“No Hawaiian family can claim one hundred percent Hawaiian blood. At least not many.”
“I thought these wankers were fighting us because we aren’t Hawaiian?”
“They are, in a way. They are trying to preserve the beauty of Hawaii.”
He shot her a dirty look. “You’ve been against this development from the beginning.”
She nodded. “I think there is no reason for it and I agree with the locals.”
He snorted and looked out the window.
“And what was that for?”
“It seems to me to be hypocritical.”
“Why?”
“You make a living being my assistant. Therefore, you would stand to gain from the deal.”
“First, I only get paid my salary.”
“Which is insanely high.”
She was getting sick of this argument. “And, if you sign a deal with the Johnson family, that doesn’t make me any richer. Also, I can disagree with what you do and still work for you.”
“Is that a fact?”’
She didn’t like his tone. She called it his royalwevoice. He always used it when he thought he was above everyone else. Dismissing him, she tried her best to concentrate on the work at hand. She had a billion emails to answer, but Nicola ignored them. Instead, she texted her best friend Serenity to tell her she had arrived.
On island.
