“Go,” she says, and we hang up.
I’m greeted by the sight of Jett’s back when I open the door. He’s on the phone so I take the opportunity to check out his butt. After all, he’s got one of the best asses I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m deep in appreciation when he ends the call and turns around.
Catching me checking him out, he smirks and says, “Should I turn back around so you can continue what would have to be one of my favourite pastimes?”
“One of your favourites?” I ask, confused.
“Yeah, baby, I fucking love your eyes on me.” His hands go to the button on his jeans and he adds, “Hell, I’ll even strip if you’d prefer that.”
I shake my head at his antics and laugh. “You’re incorrigible, Jett Vaughn.”
He laughs too and sweeps in for a quick kiss. “Only for you.”
I drag him into the kitchen and tell him to sit at the counter while I cook and he actually does what I say for once. “You had a good day?” he enquires while I chop broccoli.
“Yes, and I have something to tell you.”
“Shoot.” He leans his elbows on the counter and gives me his full attention. God, I could stare into those eyes of his all day long.
“I told Michael I won’t take that job with Diesel and I know I already told you I wouldn’t but I want you to know I’ve let them know.” The words tumble out of my mouth in a rush because we’ve never revisited this topic since our fight, and I’m hoping this doesn’t stir anything up again.
“Presley, while I’m fucking ecstatic you’re not working with him, I would have manned up if you’d decided to take the job on, so if you do want to do it, you should. And yeah, you were right the other night when you said I was jealous. I’ve never experienced it in my life but when any man has his eyes on you, I’ll admit, I’m a jealous prick.”
I stop chopping vegetables and stare at him. The honesty that he’s just given me blows me away. It’s the kind of honesty that would move any relationship forward, and it’s exactly what I needed to hear. “You know you’ve got nothing to worry about, right?” I need him to know he’s the only man on my radar.
“I trust you, sweetheart. I just can’t help the urge to choke the ever-loving shit out of any man who looks in your direction, but I’m working on it.”
I have to laugh at his statement because he really does look like he wants to do that when he’s jealous. Leaning across the counter, I brush my lips across his and try to reassure him further. “Well, I only have eyes for you and that’s all that matters, right?”
His hand cups my cheek and keeps our lips connected so he can deepen the kiss. My knees go weak; this man knows how to kiss and he also knows how to woo me. I’m way past fucking wooed but he never fails to win me all over again.
He ends the kiss and gives me one of this trademark smiles. “Yeah, that’s all that matters,” he murmurs.
I straighten and place the vegetables on a tray and put them in the oven. Turning back to him, I ask, “How was your day? Did you guys get much done on the album today?” Jett’s all tense about the loss he had on the share market and is putting everything into this new album to make it a success. And after taking a couple of days off, he was itching to get back into it.
“We got another song down today and the label wants to release our first song next month.”
“That seems fast. Is that normal for you guys?” I recall Lennon’s band used to take a lot longer to record an album and get it out there.
“Yeah, it’s fast, but they want this album out there, and because we had songs already written that we’ve been able to pull from, plus Van’s been writing his ass off and it’s good shit, we should have the album done in a few months, if not sooner. They’ll release the first single early to drum up interest.”
“Does that mean you’ll have to start work on promoting the album?”
“There will be some promo to do and we’ll have to do a bit of travel but I’m hoping they’ll ease us into that while we’re still recording. I don’t think it’ll be full on straight away.” He pauses for a moment. “Tom’s starting to book in the tour dates for later in the year. Have you thought any further about doing our tour?”
“I don’t know, Jett, we’ve only just gotten together and I’m concerned that working together could cause problems. I’m not sure we should do it.”
He nods thoughtfully and says, “We can talk about it closer to the tour. By then you might have changed your mind.”
I can hear the hope in his voice but I’m not sure I will change my mind. Mixing business and pleasure isn’t a good idea as far as I’m concerned. “We’ll see.”
“Are you still enjoying your time off?”
“I miss working, but I don’t miss working with models and working in that world. Oh, that reminds me, I have a photography awards night coming up and I wanted to see if you had the night free to come with me.”
He gives me one of his huge smiles again. “I’ll make sure I have the night free, sweetheart. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
And there’s one of the many reasons I fell for this man.
“Presley, have you seen my keys?” I yell out as I unsuccessfully search for them in her kitchen. I have to get to the studio in the next ten minutes, and at this rate I’m not going to make it in the next hour.