Jett nodded his head, turned around and pulled me into his chest once again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered into my hair. “I’m so fucked up, Goldie.”

“It’s okay.” I rubbed his back. “Just know that I’m not going anywhere.”

He tilted my chin up and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Thank you.”

Still confused about everything that happened this morning, I held on to Jett in the dark hallway that led to Kace’s room. I don’t know how long we stood there but what I did know was that I missed practice because as Jett escorted me upstairs, I heard the thump of the Toulouse Room music. I was going to have to make it up to the girls somehow because even though I wanted more than anything to be with Jett, I still wanted to be a Jett Girl and that meant dedicating myself to the girls just as much as to Jett. I wasn’t about to give up my new found life for a possible chance with a guy that was quickly stealing my heart.

Chapter Sixteen

“Find You”

Jett

“Come in,” I called out after the peppy knock by Jeremy rang through my office.

“Hello, sir. How are you today?”

I looked up to find the man dressed in Magenta manpris and an orange checkered shirt. He looked like a bucket of sherbet. I shook my head and went back to signing my contracts.

“Fine and you Jeremy?”

“Good. Thank you for asking. I heard the event went well. I’m glad to hear it.”

“Who did you hear from?” I asked, curious to know who my assistant has been talking to.

He leaned forward as if he was going to divulge one of the biggest secrets of his life and rested his hands on my desk. I sat back in my chair and studied the excitement rolling off him.

“I joined this Meet Up group in New Orleans—”

“Meet Up group?” I asked not knowing what the hell he was talking about.

“Yeah, it’s a website where people who are looking to get out in the community and do things with others meet up, hence the name. There are so many different kinds of groups and they usually revolve around a particular interest like dog lovers or quilters.”

“Quilters?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You know, sewing,” Jeremy said while making a sewing motion.

“I know what quilters are, I just didn’t know there existed that many to form a group.”

“You would be surprised at the kind of groups there are out there. Quilters Republic is tame compared to some of the other ones like Swingers and Lovers of Anal Plugs. It can get scary.”

I held up my hand, not wanting Jeremy to explain any more clubs. He got the hint and continued with his story.

“So, I started attending one that revolves around personal assistants. It’s more for us to network but what everyone mostly does is complain about their bosses and share secrets.”

The hairs on the back of my neck tingled as I stood up and hovered over Jeremy who had the fear of God instantly put into his eyes.

“What the fuck are you telling me?” I asked, trying not to lose my temper but finding it quite difficult.

“Before you get all worked up,” Jeremy said quickly. “No one knows I work for you. They think I work for some prissy-ass author.”

Feeling better, I sat down in my chair and grabbed my glass of bourbon. “Continue.” I waved my hand at him.

“Well, I made friends with some assistants to some really important people and was able to get the skinny on what’s going down with Lot 17.”

A small smirk crossed my face. “Am I going to have to give you a pay raise?”

“You might have to but we can talk about that later,” he said with a wink. “I was talking to Bernie Butler’s assistant and apparently you got to him at the event and he turned down the offer your dad offered him. Since he is a member of the club, he didn’t want to screw up any kind of relationship he had with you.”

“Smart man,” I responded, happy with my ability to put fear in another man.

“I also heard that the bidding process has been brought to the attention of the mayor and now that he’s running for a second term, he wants to run an honest campaign, meaning, anything he hears that sounds shady, he’s going to take it down so your dad’s unsolicited bid of Lot 17 has been rejected and he is going to have to go about it like everyone else.”

Jeremy sat back in his chair, crossed his legs and smiled at me.

“Wow, I am going to have to give you a pay raise.”

“That or a gay cruise, all expenses paid for.”

“Don’t push your luck,” I said as what Jeremy said to me soaked in. “That is great news. Thank you, Jeremy.”

“Any time, sir. I feel like I’m just as invested in this program as you are and you know I would do anything for you. If it weren’t for you, I would be out on the streets on my ass after my parents disowned me.”

I shook off his comments. I didn’t care for praise much especially when it came to me helping someone out. It was just a duty as someone who was born into a privileged life.

“Think nothing of it,” I responded as I went back to signing more papers. It’s all I ever did, scroll my name with ink every damn day of my life.

“Well, that being said, I have you and Lo set up for the Hopkins Social this coming Friday. I have already talked to Tootse about a dress and she is on it. Do you still want to bring Lo?”

“Yes,” I said without even giving it a second thought. The past couple of days have really opened up my eyes to a new world which revolved around Goldie. I never thought I would see myself in such a vulnerable position again but I couldn’t stay away, she was addicting so now, all I wanted was Goldie near me. It actually pained me to know that she was downstairs practicing and I was up here, signing my life away. I wanted more time with her.

“Oh okay, I wasn’t expecting you to answer so quickly.” I didn’t respond so Jeremy cleared his throat and continued, “I’m not positive on the guest list but so far, neither your dad nor Rex Titan should be there and it’s too late to RSVP so it looks like you will be clear to talk to some of the city planners.”

For a moment, I forgot about my dad and Rex. I knew there was going to be a time when I would run into them again which wouldn’t bother me. What would bother me even more would be running into them with Goldie, I didn’t need to show any weaknesses and Goldie was a weakness, she was my fucking Achilles heel.

“Good, if they do show up on the attendee list you are to inform me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is that all?”

“I have one last thing. Kace told me I have to order and I quote, ‘a shit ton’ of gold lingerie. I’m a little confused.”

I sat back in my chair and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Kace was being a total prick these days and it was starting to get on my nerves.

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, not wanting Jeremy to get involved. “If that is all, you can leave for the night. Thank you for your hard work.”

“Of course.”

Jeremy took off and right when he walked out of my office, Kace walked in. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a tight shirt and a black baseball hat. It looked like he was going out which was confusing since he should be downstairs with the girls.

“What do you want?” I asked while flipping on one of the TVs that belonged to the Toulouse Room. An image of the girls practicing popped up on the screen and my mouth watered when my eyes zeroed in on Goldie sliding upside down on a pole. I made a mental note to have her dance for me later. “Why aren’t you downstairs with the girls right now?”

“I wanted to come up here and let you know that nothing happened earlier.”

“I know nothing happened. Goldie told me, I trust her.”

“Well that’s awfully big of you,” Kace said as he sat in the chair in front of me.

“Is that the only reason you came up here?”

“Just wanted to make sure everything is cool between us.”

“It’s cool as long as you stay away from Goldie.”