What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG)

by CJ Roberts

  “Rémi, I want Tommy to stay with Rachel at all times.”

  “I’ll make sure of it.”

  “Kaden.” Nic waited until the man half turned, then held his gaze, injecting as much meaning as he could into his next words. “Make sure Jake knows, no matter what happens, he has to keep Lauren out of it.”

  “Understood.”

  “And,” Nic added, “unless you have absolutely no choice, Vivian is not to be hurt.”

  Kaden exchanged a look with Rémi, and both men nodded.

  They weren’t happy with his decision, but he held firm. Vivian needed medical help, not a bullet in the head.

  Rémi held his hand in front of Nic and opened it. In his palm sat a device similar to a Bluetooth earpiece. “Kaden and I will each be wearing one of these. We’ll hear everything that’s said in the studio. Anytime you need us, just say the word.”

  Nic clapped him on the shoulder. “Thanks, man. It helps knowing you guys have my back.” Pushing off from the wooden fence he’d been leaning on, he thumped it with his fists, and turned away from the horses. “Okay, then. Game on.”

  “Game on,” they echoed.

  After a round of knuckle bumps, Rémi and Kaden walked back to the house, leaving Nic to his thoughts. He rubbed his neck and glanced toward the stables. Earlier, Lauren and Rémi had set up the borrowed video equipment, effectively hiding it among the camera equipment he’d bought for her. Rémi’s cop friend had also lent him a system that would allow Lauren and Jake to see and hear everything from the room above the studio. He hated that she’d be upstairs watching, but she’d have found some way to see what was going on. A way that might have put her in danger. This was definitely the safer solution.

  Nic checked his watch. Five minutes to showtime.

  He shook out his legs and arms, rolled his shoulders, and stretched his neck. Then he filled his lungs until he felt a slight burn, and let the air out slowly. With his eyes closed, he repeated the breathing exercise a few more times, imagining himself in his role. He would be charming like Nic The Lover, but not so smooth that Vivian would get suspicious.

  Tonight he was playing the part of a man whose entire life has turned to shit. He’s lost most of his money and is on the verge of losing his career because he doesn’t have enough money to pay the stalker who’s blackmailing him. His past is rearing its ugly head, and he’s about to lose everyone and everything that’s ever meant anything to him. Except her—the leading lady of this little farce. He’ll see that she’s the only one who has stood by him, the only one who really loves him. And he’ll realize he loves her, not as a friend, but as a woman. He’ll invite her to a night of seduction and ply her secrets from her, pressing her to prove her love.

  It would work. It had to work.

  Behind him, he heard the gate open and the low purr of the limo’s engine as it drove down the lane. He arranged his face into a slightly desperate expression before turning to face her. She needed to see a man on the brink whose only hope for salvation had just arrived.

  Taking large steps but maintaining an unhurried pace, he approached the car now parked in front of the house. When he was still several steps away, the driver got out and opened the passenger door. Nic stepped closer to help Vivian out of the car but paused to admire the long leg encased in silk hose that appeared. His eyes trailed down to her toes and his expression slipped. On her foot was a shoe—with a fucking red sole. He had to hand it to the woman; she was absolutely fearless.

  Vivian extended a hand out of the car for him to take. He dove back into character. Damn, he couldn’t fuck up like that again.

  Summoning all the grace he could, he handed her out of the limo, then raised her fingers to his lips, kissing them with reverence. “Vivian, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.”

  She leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek. Her breast pressing against his arm was obviously not unintended. “Darling,” she said, stoking his cheek, “have things been so terrible?”

  He rubbed his face in the palm of her hand and looked deep into her eyes. He lowered his voice and said, “Everything’s falling apart, Viv. And I’ve been so lonely without you.”

  Tilting her head, she smiled slightly. “Well, I’m here now. And I have a surprise for you.”

  “Really?” His eyes widened without any acting on his part.

  She chuckled. The deep sound, so different from Lauren’s light laughter, grated on his nerves. “Should I tell you now or keep it for later?”

  “Now, please,” he said, making puppy dog eyes at her. Excitement rolled off her in waves. Whatever this news was, it was big.

  “I managed to get another two million.” She gripped his arm and made little hops in her three-inch red-soled heels. “You have enough money now to pay off the blackmailers.”

  Acting appropriately happy, he wrapped his arms around her waist and twirled her around. “Thank you! Thank you.” He made one last circle, then set her down but didn’t release his hold. He stared into her eyes as if opening up his soul to her. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Then don’t say anything.” Her voice was low, husky with arousal. Her hard nipples poked into his chest. Nic knew what he had to do.

  He let desire cloud his eyes. While maintaining eye contact, he lowered his head until only an inch separated their lips. Then he hesitated, and pulled back, dropping his arms. “God, Viv. I’m so sorry.”

  Vivian blinked, looking a little dazed. “What are you sorry about?”

  “I hope I didn’t offend you.” He stepped back. “Having you as my agent means a lot to me. I’d hate myself if I ruined that.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “It’s never been just business between us.”

  He remained silent, but gave her a skeptical look.

  “Why do you think you never settled down with anyone in all these years?” Her eyes flashed with irritation. “All the women you’ve been with were using you. Even that no-talent department store photographer.”

  Nic clamped his jaw shut. Play along.

  She touched his chest. “Darling,” she said, her tone soft. “I know it hurts to admit it. But you know I’m right.”

  He blew out a long breath and dropped his head. “As soon as she got that offer from Vanity Fair, she dumped me.”

  “She wasn’t good enough for you. None of them were.” Her hand smoothed over his chest, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from shuddering.

  Instead, he raised his head and frowned, as if considering her words. Then he nodded. “You know, Viv, even when I had no money and no prospects, you saw something in me. You made me who I am, and you never expected anything from me in return.”

  She smiled and squeezed his arm. “Even then I knew you were special.”

  “I got the impression you saw me as a kid.”

  “Hardly.” Her fingers ran up his arm to caress his shoulder. “You’re all man.”

  Nic swallowed and met her gaze. “Since the day we met, I’ve had feelings for you, Vivian.”

  “Good,” she said, pressing against him, “because there’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

  When her mouth touched his, Vivian made a small sound, like a sigh, and tightened her arms around his neck. Closing his eyes, he imagined Lauren’s sweet face while Vivian nibbled his bottom lip and smoothed over the tiny bites with her tongue. Could he do this? Vivian was beautiful, but he’d always thought of her as a mother, or a favorite aunt.

  It’s just another acting job.

  Except it wasn’t. This time, his life—and Vivian’s—depended on his skills. She had to believe every word, every look. Every touch.

  “You make me so hot,” he said, his voice low. With his hands on her face, he inched back so she wouldn’t notice his lack of response, and took control of the kiss. He kissed her deeply, then ran his lips over her jaw and buried his face in her hair. “I want you. But not here. You deserve better.”

  Pretending to breathe hard, he drew back. Her e
yes gleamed with desire. So far, so good. Without giving her time to say anything, he took her by the elbow and led her up the ramp. “Let’s get you settled in.”

  He opened the door to the house and had to bite back a smile. As planned, Rémi and Kaden were in the kitchen, engaged in a rather loud argument concerning the relative merits of the Montréal Canadiens and the L.A. Kings.

  Rachel and her nurse, Marie-Soleil, had set up a physical therapy session in the living area. Nickleback belted out one of Rachel’s favorite rock anthems from the speakers scattered around the room. Tommy jumped on the couch playing air-guitar while both ladies sang along loudly—and off-key.

  Vivian halted abruptly in the entrance as the noise registered. Nic plastered a resigned expression on his face. She arched an auburn brow. “I thought you said you were lonely.”

  “I am.” He shook his head. “They go about their day being happy while my life falls apart.”

  Vivian frowned and caressed his face. “My poor, darling. They don’t deserve you.” She stretched up on her toes and brushed her lips against his. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Rachel grimacing and had to glance away.

  When she settled back on her heels, Nic rubbed a thumb along her lips. “You know what, Viv?” He flashed one of his practiced movie star smiles guaranteed to make women melt. “I think we deserve each other.”

  “How right you are, my darling. I’m going to make you happier than you’ve ever been in your life.”

  Leaning down, he gave her another quick kiss and moaned as if he wanted to take it much further but couldn’t. With an exaggerated sigh, he picked up her luggage and took her hand, pulling her up the stairs. He opened the door to the remaining empty room. “I’ll put your things in here.”

  Her gaze swept the room, stopping on the single bed. She turned to him but a loud noise on the stairs saved him. Wide-eyed, they watched as Kaden and Rémi thundered past, playing an athletic game of catch in the hall. Nic barely had time to kick the door shut before the football slammed into it. Seconds later, the door crashed open and Rémi fell into the room.

  Vivian’s mouth hung open, seeing the man lying on the floor at her feet.

  “Damn, almost caught that one.” Rémi grinned like a fool.

  Nic coughed to cover a surprised laugh. But like some looky-loo at the scene of an accident, he couldn’t look away.

  With perfect slapstick precision, Rémi tripped over the ball as he scrambled to stand up. His hand shot out, grabbing Vivian’s arm. She lost her balance and grabbed Nic, sending the three of them to the floor in an inglorious pile. Nic scrambled to his feet, while from his position on the bottom of the pile, Rémi roared with laughter.

  “Nic, man. You should’ve told me your new squeeze liked sandwiches,” Rémi said, as he winked at Vivian and pinched her ass. “I’m up for it if you are, sweetheart.”

  Her lips curled into a nasty excuse for a smile, and Nic could see her nails digging into his friend’s chest as she shoved away from him. “I wouldn’t let you touch me if you were the last dick on earth.”

  Nic intervened before things got even uglier. He smacked Rémi’s hands off Vivian’s butt and lifted her up. Her mouth was set in a thin line, and her eyes flashed with anger. Running his thumb along her chin, he cupped her cheek. “I’m so sorry, Vivian. Give me a minute to take care of this.”

  A slight movement of her head brought her lips into contact with his palm. Her tongue darted out and swirled against his skin. Nic bit his tongue to suppress the shudder that started at the top of his spine. Her mood seemed mercurial. Volatile. So different from the cool professional woman he thought he knew. Had she been this way before, and he just hadn’t seen it? Or was this something new? As her friend, he should have noticed, should have tried to help her through whatever problems she was having.

  Vivian shot a death glare in Rémi’s direction. Nic touched her arm to draw her attention. Cold, hard eyes met his, chilling him to the bone. His remaining doubts evaporated.

  Hers were the eyes of a killer.

  Nic made a show of grabbing Rémi by the front of his shirt and hauling him out into the hall. “Don’t you ever go near her again, you asshole,” he shouted. “She’s mine, you got that? I’ll never share her, not even with you.”

  Rémi held up his hands in surrender. “I was just having a little fun.”

  “Get out of here, both of you.” Nic shoved him toward Kaden, who’d remained near the top of the stairs. Rémi glanced behind Nic, then his expression turned serious and he mouthed, “Be careful.”

  Nic nodded and returned to Vivian’s room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed at the knees, cool and calm as ever. “Interesting friends you’ve got, darling,” she said with a smirk.

  After forcing his face into a pout, he went to sit beside her. “It’s like living in a frat house. All they think about is having fun and partying.”

  “Sounds to me like they’re using you, too. They can’t get their own women, so they hang around you, waiting to grab up your leftovers.”

  Jaw set, eyes blazing, he turned to her. “But Rémi will never get you.”

  “Of course he won’t.” She pressed a kiss to his mouth. “I never share.”

  On the surface, her words sounded like a promise, but the underlying threat was clear. Nic brightened his expression and smiled. He’d give her what she wanted. Or at least the illusion of it.

  He brought her hand to his mouth and trailed little kisses down her arm. He lowered his voice. “I need you. Right now.”

  Tunneling her fingers through his hair, she whispered, “Darling, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that.”

  Stay in character. He pushed aside his revulsion and kissed her deeply, curling his tongue against hers. When she tried to make him fall back onto the bed, he wrenched his mouth away. “Chérie.” The word would catch her attention.

  Tears shone in her eyes. His subconscious started to niggle at him. How could she look at him with such love after everything she’d done to him, to Lauren, and to Summer? Either she was a fabulous actress, or she believed her own press. He needed to hear her confession.

  “Chérie, we can’t make love here. The last thing I want is someone banging down the door and ruining our first time together. I want it to be as special as you are.”

  “Do you have some place in mind?”

  Nic thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. “I’ve got the perfect place.” Rising to his feet, he added, “Unpack and freshen up. I’ll come get you when I’ve got everything ready.”

  “I do love surprises.”

  Bending down, he whispered against her lips. “I promise I have plenty of surprises in store for you tonight.”

  As he headed into the hall, Nic offered up a silent prayer to St. Genesius, patron saint of actors. His performance had better be Oscar caliber.

  Or one of them could end up dead.

  24

  As soon as she heard Nic’s footsteps going down the stairs, Vivian shut the door. If that half-breed friend of Nic’s saw it open, he’d probably try mauling her again. And then she’d have to kill him.

  Nic wouldn’t like that, though.

  None of it mattered, because tomorrow she and Nic would pay off the blackmailer, and then she’d whisk him away to their new home.

  She spread her suitcase on the bed. Her cosmetic bag where she’d stashed the Rohypnol lay on top of the clothing. Would she need it tomorrow when she took Nic away from here? She’d planned to kidnap Nic to bring him to the island. But today, everything had changed. From what he’d said, he was ready to start a new life with her.

  Vivian’s hand trembled as she touched her lips, reliving the feel of Nic’s mouth on hers. Although he hadn’t said he loved her, the way he’d touched her and tasted her, the way he’d stood up for her, had said it for him.

  Sliding her hand along the edge of the suitcase, she retrieved the switchblade. With a flick of her thumb, the long blade extended. She b
rought the strip of shiny metal to her lips and kissed it. The knife’s twin had served her well when Summer had tried to hurt Nic. And it would serve her well again if anyone tried to keep them apart.

  No one would get in the way of her happiness tonight.

  She slipped the knife into her purse, and then threw in the packet of Rohypnol. As she dropped her purse on the dresser at the foot of the bed, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her business suit was elegant, but it was hardly ideal for tonight. This evening would be their first time together. Whatever she wore had to be spectacular. Spectacularly sexy.

  Rummaging through the various outfits she’d brought along, she spotted the light blue teddy she’d picked out with him in mind. She’d been keeping it for when they got to the island. Should she wear it tonight instead? It was certainly sexy enough.

  An idea came to her; the tailored black skirt with the slit along the side would be perfect. Carefully, she pulled on the threads, lengthening the slit so it ended high enough that the teddy would be visible. As for the top, any blouse would do, as long as it was mostly unbuttoned. Her pulse sped up as she imagined Nic’s face when he saw her. She’d finally get to hold his hard cock and work it as she’d watched him do in the shower. And if he was a very good boy, she’d give him a blow job he’d never forget.

  Of course, she’d wear the Louboutins. A guy hadn’t been born who didn’t like seeing his woman in fuck-me heels and a teddy. Maybe he’d even want her to keep them on when he got down on his knees and sucked her pussy. If he made her come that way, she’d forgive him for pleasuring that slut Lorna, for forgetting that like the rest of him, his mouth belonged to her.

  Vivian couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she changed her clothes. Nic was hers now. Of course, he always had been; he just hadn’t known it. But now he did. Her heart contracted as his shout echoed in her mind. She’s mine.

  That shout said it all: she was special, he wanted her, she was his.

  There would be no more interfering women.

  No more interfering friends.