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GRECIA
I can’t look at Tarian. I’m so turned on by his show of possessiveness, and I know he’ll see it the moment my eyes lock with his. I admonish myself for my stupidity.
It would be much safer if I stayed silent, but I feel compelled to respond to his question—What the fuck was that?
Curiosity wins out over common sense, and I turn to him. His black hair is a mess, sticking out in all directions, and his eyebrow and lip piercings glint as the car passes under each streetlight. His sky-blue eyes are dark and foreboding as he watches me. He’s too good looking to be this angry all the time.
“What do you mean?” My voice comes out a breathy whisper, and I internally scream at myself for being so weak around him.
“You and the cello,” he clarifies.
His gaze burns into me, and my body is on fire with flames licking every bare inch of my skin. Tarian is somehow managing to touch me with his stare. It’s as if his palms are on me—stroking, claiming, owning.
My heart responds by thudding against my chest in an attempt to break free and leap into his hands.
“I learned to play when I was a kid.” I shrug it off. “My skills are nothing special. I don’t practice enough to play professionally, but I enjoy getting lost in the music.”
“I noticed,” he says, his voice sounding gravelly. “Will you play for me?” Tarian’s tone is filled with hope, but his question shocks me into silence. “I mean, you’re good, and I’d like to hear you play again… if you’re up to the challenge, of course.”
He’s trying to exude nonchalance. It’s not working, though, because something tells me he was affected by my performance. I’ve never been turned on by playing the cello before, but knowing Tarian was there woke something inside me, and now all I can think of is him watching me play while I’m naked.
“I may be up to doing a private show if you’d like to watch,” I sass him, which makes the corner of his mouth tilt upward.
The double entendre makes butterflies awaken in my stomach. Thankfully, he doesn’t have a moment to reply, because we’ve arrived at our destination.
Once the car comes to a stop, the driver opens my door and offers me his hand, which I gratefully accept. I swiftly exit the vehicle, hoping for a moment to collect my thoughts, but before I can, Tarian is already standing beside me.
Tarian isn’t usually attentive to me, and he’s certainly never rushed to my side like he has tonight. I can’t stop the smile on my face as we make our way to the plane we left only a few hours ago.
Weariness takes over the moment I’m seated, and my eyes feel heavy. Thoughts of Tarian are still running rampant in my head as the aircraft whirs to life.
It isn’t long before we’re on the runway and taking off.
“Are we really going home?” I ask, glancing at Tarian, who’s seated across the aisle on the other side of the plane from me.
He’s already got his laptop out, and he’s tapping away at the keyboard, but when I speak, he stops and looks over at me.
“Not yet. There’s one more stop before we go home,” he tells me. “I know Thane’s location, and we’re headed there now. I intend to get the answers I need from him.”
Nodding, I push off the seat and make my way to the back of the plane where the bedroom is situated. Shutting the door behind me, I pull off my dress and look at myself in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. The lingerie I’m wearing hugs my body perfectly—my bra pushes my breasts together, and my panties are sleek against my ass.
The thought of Tarian seeing me like this pops into my head. I want him. I can’t deny it anymore, even though I know it’s a bad idea. He’s definitely not relationship material. I crave stability, and that’s not a word I would ever associate with Tarian Calvert.
Sighing, I hop up on the bed and lie back against the pillows. Tugging the sheet over me, I close my eyes and try to sleep, but I can’t get his face out of my mind. Most of my nights in Capri were spent fantasizing about Tarian coming into my room and taking me, but every night he’d fuck those other women instead. In the end, I gave up on him ever looking at me with desire in his eyes.
Until tonight.
Shaking my head, I roll over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. If I’d known my music would make him want me, I would’ve played for him sooner.
I grab my phone from the nightstand, and opening my music app, I select the ‘Bad Romance’ remake by Thirty Seconds to Mars.
Listening to the lyrics, I close my eyes and feel myself drifting off into the darkness. But even when sleep finally steals me, it’s still Tarian who’s on my mind.
Heat steals my breath, and a feeling of heaviness causes my eyes to snap open.
There’s something heavy holding me down, and I can’t move. Managing to free my arm from under the sheet, I reach up and touch the smooth skin of an arm draped over me.
Shock causes me to still. My heart thumps harder. It feels like a drum beating against my rib cage, and there’s a lump in my throat, making it hard to swallow.
