Page 38 of Loup Garou
Gina and Myra gave me dual shocked looks. I shrugged. “What? Stop, he tricked me. I wouldn’t have subjected you to that under normal circumstances. The only reason Jay knows is because I,” my cheeks flared red, “apparently like to sing in the shower.”
“And I,” Jay said, cocking an eyebrow, “apparently like sneaking up on you while you’re showering.”
Exavier cleared his throat and Jay took a giant step back from me. “Wait, did I say that? I meant to say I’ll never again be near you while you’re showering. Ever. Ever. Nope. Never. Can we go back to Paco? Who the hell is Paco and why haven’t I met him yet?”
“Jay?” I’d have questioned him further but the reality of it all hit me. My face fell. “Oh, shit. I just sang in front of a guy who is famous.” I glanced at Gina. “He is famous, right?”
“Huge,” she said, putting her arms out for effect.
“Jay, hide me and then take me home so I can slit my wrists.”
“No can do, Lindsay. For one, I like your wrists. For two, the only man who will be taking you home from here on out is that one.” He pointed at Exavier. “Trust me when I say that any other man who dares to try will not even live to get to regret it.”
Myra put her hand on her hip and gave me a pointed stare. “Got something you want to share with the group?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m as lost as you are. I just met the man this morning.”
It was Jay’s turn to laugh. “He’s looking a little jealous. My guess is because he didn’t know you liked to sing. Tell him why it is you keep it a secret.”
“Cuz I can’t sing.”
“Lindsay.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Because when I was little, the boy I told you about, my first crush, used to tease me for it. So I hate doing it around anyone.”
Exavier gave Jay a hard look. “Nice. So happy I filled you in on everything.”
“Oh, like you had a choice,” Jay spat back. “Now, the question isn’t how pissed you are at me. It’s how long are you going to stand there? You could be home bedding your woman.”
Shocked, I took a step backwards. “Well, by all means, Mr. Kedmen, don’t let us hold up a booty call.”
“In that case,” he stormed towards me, “let’s go.” Exavier ducked down and swooped me up and over his shoulder with ease. He smacked my ass cheek and turned to head out of the gymnasium.
“Put me down!”
“Can’t do that. I need you for the bedding of my woman to work.”
I wiggled, doing my best to break his hold. “What the hell am I supposed to do? Tell her you’re a really nice guy under all that rock-star shit?”
“Nope. You’re supposed to tell me you’re looking forward to being bedded.”
My stomach dropped as his words sank in. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
He slapped my ass again. “Who said anything about sleeping?”
Chapter Eight
Turning,I snuggled into the warmth Exavier was letting off and sighed. I should have been freaked out by the fact I was sleeping with a man I just met. I wasn’t. It helped that we were just sleeping. No sex, sadly enough.
Exavier shifted slightly and I knew he had to be uncomfortable. At six-foot-five, he didn’t exactly fit in the back end of his SUV, even with the rear seats down. When he’d first plopped me into the front seat, claiming to want to bed me, I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. After driving around for a while and talking about nothing in particular, I dozed off for a bit. When I woke, we were parked far off the highway in the country.
I didn’t even want to think about how long Exavier must have driven to get us out of the city and somewhere secluded. I didn’t care. It felt good to be away from it all for a bit. It felt good to be with him.
He’d been asleep too, with his head back, still sitting in the driver’s seat. I think I shocked him almost as much as I shocked myself when I woke him and suggested we climb in the back and rest. I would have suggested a hotel, but he looked exhausted and there was something carefree and fun about what we were doing.
As I lay there, snuggled close to him, I did my best to ignore the fact that I had to urinate. It wasn’t like it was convenient timing. Giving in, I went to open the back door and Exavier wrapped his arm around my waist.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Where are you going? It’s dark out there and you hate the dark.”
