“It’s just not my jam, Bodhi, I’m sorry.”
Since then, Tim had seen off two childminders and one English tutor. Bodhi had canceled gigs, interviews, recording sessions to try and bond with his son, but nothing was working. Tim was vastly unimpressed with his father’s musical friends, couldn’t care less about the instruments Bodhi played. Even the priceless grand piano in the living room held no interest. Tim kept to his room, his vast-well-stocked-with-everything-a-boy-could-need room, and didn’t even explore the pool or the grounds of Bodhi’s luxurious Hollywood Hills mansion.
Bodhi got into the driver’s seat of his RAV4 and they began another silent drive to Tim’s school. Gemma had insisted that Tim had the best education and Bodhi, ignoring the fact she was making demands while asking an enormous favor, agreed. God, he would do anything for his son. He knew that the moment Gemma had brought Tim into his life. He just wished he could feel like anything but a deadbeat dad.
, “Hey, kiddo? What say we go shopping for a new laptop for you this weekend?”
Tim looked at him with those huge green eyes even wider. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Thank you, Bodhi.”
Progress, although he wished Tim would call him Dad. Deciding not to push it and ruin the moment, he just smiled at Tim and was rewarded by a slight smile. “That one you have is ancient; I’m surprised you can still use it.”
Tim’s smile disappeared, and he looked away from his father. “Evan brought me that laptop before he went away.”
Ah, the sainted Evan. Bodhi sighed. When Tim talked at all about his life before Bodhi, it was about his former stepfather Evan. Evan Teal was a detective up in Portland, and to hear Tim talk, the most amazing man he’d ever met. Evan had practically raised Tim from birth so Bodhi couldn’t help, but be grateful. He just wished and hoped that Teal had some faults, so that he wouldn’t feel such like a loser. When Evan and Gemma had split up, Tim had been devastated. And now Bodhi had insulted Evan’s final gift to Tim.
Bodhi opened his mouth to apologize but closed it again. Why bother? He dropped Tim off at school, barely receiving a “Bye.”
He checked his watch and drove into the center of L.A. to his agent’s office. Maurice had summoned him, obviously trying to get him back in the game after six months away. Bodhi’s little sabbatical wasn’t making Maurice his fifteen percent, and he was getting antsy about it.
Maybe it is time I got back to work, Bodhi thought now as he steered his way into a parking space. I’m sure not doing anything helpful at home. He sighed and got out of the car, and opened the office door.
Sailor gritted her teeth, for the fourth time that morning, Maurice Winston leaned across her, pressing his sweaty body against hers. “I’ll move,” she said disdainfully, pushing back her chair, so it rammed him in the ankle.
She had worked for Maurice for three months, and if she hadn’t been desperate for money, and eager to hide out in her little apartment, she would have quit the day after she started.
Maurice Winston was a leach, a man who clearly saw his assistant as his property. When he wasn’t making gross suggestions to her, he was outright rude, criticizing her at every turn, even though Sailor ran his office like a tight ship. Her past, the rules, the chores of the commune had left her with one good thing; she was organized, efficient, punctual and she knew Maurice knew it too.
But the harassment he gave her every day, was it worth it? She had been searching out other job opportunities, but it seemed the rest of L.A. wasn’t hiring just yet. She had no choice to put up with his behavior.
Escaping the clutches of the ‘Children of Love’ had only been the start of her tumultuous new life. Getting off the bus in L.A. after traveling for days, she had checked herself into a small motel and after a hot shower, a night’s sleep and vending machine food, she had taken stock. The money she had stolen was enough that she could manage for a month or so. She had no remorse about taking it, either. She checked the Miami local news on a computer at the local library. The robbery and her disappearance were never mentioned. No, because I know too much, hey, Bart? I know about Tilly. What you did to her.
Even now, the thought of Bart’s anger scared her. She knew he would try to find her and if he did, she was a dead woman. She had constant nightmares about him stabbing her to death. But as time went on, she began to relax into her new life. She found a studio flat close to Maurice’s office, and although it was tiny, she loved it. She began to make it her own with books, records, and flowers on every surface. She even loved the small kitchen and began to teach herself how to cook. After work each night, she would come home, change out of her work clothes into sweats and eat, watch TV, play music or read. And she loved every moment. It was hers and hers alone.
Maurice was reading a letter, oblivious to Sailor’s annoyance. She sat back down in her chair and started to go through emails, occasionally mentioning important notes to him. He grunted as if he wasn’t listening properly and Sailor rolled her eyes. It would mean her staying late and making a cheat sheet of everything he needed to know. Asshole.
She was so engrossed in her work that she failed to notice he had put down the letter and was standing too close behind her. Sailor stood to go grab a photocopy and Maurice pounced.
He swept a foot under hers and Sailor lost balance, falling into Maurice’s clutches. He tumbled her to the couch and began to kiss her. Sailor struggled, panicking, angry and terrified. “Get the fuck off me!”
Maurice grinned. “Come on now, Sailor, you know this has been coming for a while. Don’t fight it. I know you want me.”
Sailor pounded his chests with her fists. “Let me go, cocksucker! Get off me!”
Maurice, still grinning, pushed her skirt up to her hips. “Come on, lovely girl, show me that sweet cunt of yours.”
Sailor lost it then, and drawing back her arm, she punched Maurice in the eye, her ring tearing a piece of flesh from below his eyebrow. He rocked back, roaring in pain. “Fucking bitch!”
Sailor scrambled away from him, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. “I’ll fucking kill you, you little whore.”
“Join the fucking queue, asshole,” Sailor hissed and rammed her foot into his groin, hard. Maurice screamed and doubled over, and Sailor skittered away from him. “I quit, you monster. And believe me, I’m going to the police and the press. You don’t ever get to put your hands on me again, motherfucker!” She was raging now, every ounce of hurt in her life coming back to her, and releasing through her anger and hurt. “Who the fuck, do you think you are touching me like that?”
Maurice smiled nastily. “More than you’ll ever be in this town, cunt. How are you this naïve? Did you really think I hired you for your typing skills? No, Princess, it was because I wanted to fuck you and I always get what I want.”
He lunged for her again and got his hands around her throat, choking her as she tried to scream, struggling to pull his hands away. Maurice kicked her legs apart and tore her panties from her, and then she heard his belt loosen, his fly open.
Oh god, no, please, not like this…
She twisted away from him, and his hands loosened enough for her to scream at the top of her lungs. Maurice’s body weight was heavy on her, and she knew that he had the upper hand.
and shock, hauled Maurice off her and threw him across the room. Maurice was short, the other was a giant, and Maurice was no match.
“What the fuck, do you think you’re doing?” He roared at Maurice who was trying to stand up. Her savior held out his hands to Sailor and, gratefully, she took them, her whole body trembling. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
Sailor gazed into the man’s huge green eyes, seeing only empathy, and she shook her head. He put his arm gently around her shoulders. “It’s okay, lovely, I won’t let him near you again. You…,” he turned back to Maurice. “You’re so fucking fired, Maurice. How dare you behave like this?”
Maurice was straightening up his clothes. “Oh, f
uck off, Bodhi, it was just a little fun.”
Bodhi’s face was a picture of utter disgust and rage. “A little fun? Fun? When a woman is screaming like that, that’s not fun, Maurice, that’s rape.” He turned his beautiful eyes back to Sailor. “Honey, what’s your name?”
“Sailor.” A whisper, her throat raw from being choked. Bodhi swept a gentle hand over her cheek, brushing away her tears.
“Sailor, sweetheart, we need to go to the police. I’ll back you one hundred percent.”
“Now wait a minute…”
“Shut the fuck up, Maurice. Now.” A lion’s roar.
Maurice shut the fuck up. Bodhi steered Sailor into a chair and pulled out his phone, but Sailor put her hand over it and shook her head. Bodhi frowned. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, meeting his gaze. Even through her teary eyes, her shock was slowly turning to numbness, she was enthralled with this man’s beauty, his grace, his kindness. She wanted to close her eyes and lean into him and sleep with his arms around her. She sighed. “I just want to go,” she said softly.
Bodhi touched her cheek. “Then we’ll go. Maurice, you’re a lucky man that Sailor doesn’t want to press charges, but as from this moment, you are no longer my agent.”
Maurice seemed to realize that his biggest cash cow was on the way out of the door. “Now, wait, Bodhi, there’s no need…”
Bodhi turned his furious eyes on the other man. “There is every need, asshole.”
Maurice smiled nastily. “Then you should know, I’ll do everything in my power to finish you in this town. Everything.”
“Go right ahead,” Bodhi said calmly. “Try it. See how far you’ll get.” He took Sailor’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “Come on, sweetie, get your things and we’ll get out of here.”
Sailor nodded and quickly grabbed her purse and a few personal items from her desk. Maurice watched her.
“I don’t even need to tell you that you’ll never work in this town again, you little bitch.”
Bodhi stepped up to Maurice and punched him across the room. “You don’t ever talk to her or any other woman like that again, motherfucker. You’re lucky Sailor doesn’t want the police involved, but believe me, I hear of anything else like this, and I’ll call your wife and her billionaire daddy. And by the way, if a check for three, no, six, six months severance pay for Sailor isn’t in the mail by tomorrow, I will go the police. So, go fuck yourself.” He looked at Sailor, watching him, waiting by the door and he smiled the most beautiful smile at her. Sailor felt her stomach flutter. “Besides,” Bodhi continued, “you’re so wrong. Sailor already has another job. If she agrees, she’ll be working for me and twice at the salary. Not only that, but I will make sure every employer in town knows and respects her. Think about that, Maurice.”
He stalked over to Sailor and offered her his hand. “Ready to go, lovely?”
Sailor smiled and took his hand.
In Bodhi’s car, Sailor finally stopped her hands trembling. She looked at the man beside her. Bodhi Creed, she’d heard of him, of course, he was her boss’s, scratch that, ex-boss's – biggest client and yet she hadn’t met or even spoken to him before today. His magnetism was a powerful thing, even just sitting beside him, she couldn’t help wonder at his incredible physical beauty. Swarthy skin, stubble, dark curls flopping around his head. And those eyes, god, she could get lost in them. She pulled herself up sharply. Do not get a crush.
“Thank you for what you did back there, Mr. Creed. I can never repay you.”
He turned and smiled at her. “It’s Bodhi, and there’s nothing to repay. Are you feeling okay now?”
She nodded. “I am, thank you. Where are we going?”
Bodhi blinked. “I was just heading home. Automatic, you know? Would you feel more comfortable going somewhere public? I thought I would make you some lunch.”
A rock god making her lunch? Was this happening? He was so…normal. So, down to earth. “You really don’t have to.”
Bodhi grinned. “Full disclosure. I like making food for people, I enjoy the company. How about if I ask instead of assuming? Sailor, would you like to have lunch with me?”
And Sailor knew without a doubt that she most definitely would.
Sailor groaned and put her hand on her belly. Bodhi Creed knew how to cook. “I think you may have killed me.” She grinned at him. “That was incredible, thank you. I won’t need to eat for a few…weeks, I think.”
Bodhi laughed, spearing the last piece of his steak into his mouth. A blue cheese and steak salad was his specialty. Throw in freshly baked bread, that he admitted he’d got from the store, fresh, plump peaches and a light Pinot Grigio. Sailor was in heaven. “Sure I can’t tempt you with some gelato or anything?”
“God,” Sailor said, “I love gelato, but even my pudding stomach is full.”
“Your pudding stomach?” Bodhi laughed loudly, and Sailor grinned at him.
“Yeah, you know, when you’re so full of savory stuff, but then someone offers you sugar and all bets are off?”
“Except today. Pudding stomach is out of action?”
“Yes, sir.”
Bodhi chuckled. “If my mom was here, you’d been talked into it. She’s been making gelato since I was a kid, before that even. Family recipe.”
“Your mom’s Italian?”
“She is. An artist. She lives in Florence, and I don’t get to see her as often as I would like. She would like you, Sailor. She hates women who pick at their food. So, do I. One of life’s great pleasures, food.”
“Especially if it’s made by a rockstar,” Sailor grinned and, laughing, he toasted her with his glass.
They were sitting out on his patio, looking over the hills at Los Angeles in the distance. His huge infinity pool shone bright blue and a small breeze took some of the afternoon heat off. Sailor studied her host. “Do you live here alone?”
Bodhi shook his head. “No, my son is here with me at the moment. He’s ten, well, only just. His name is Tim.”
He reached into his pocket for his wallet, then pulled out a photograph to show Sailor. She studied it. “Adorable. He is your twin,” she said, nodding.
“In looks only, I’m afraid,” Bodhi smiled a little sadly. “While his old Pa is an exhibitionist and a show-off, Tim is definitely erring on the side of science. Not that it’s a bad thing. He could run rings around me, and frequently does.” Bodhi gazed out at the view for a long moment. “I didn’t know him, or even that he existed until six months ago. His mother, Gemma, was my girlfriend a decade ago, but we hadn’t seen or spoken for that long. She came to me, she needed some alone time and that it was my turn to raise my son.” He looked at Sailor and gave a hopeless shrug. “I have no idea what I’m doing, Sailor. None. And Tim…Tim resents me.”
Sailor was startled at his frankness, but touched that he opened up to her. Two hours ago, they were strangers. “I think you’re probably doing better than you think, Bodhi. It has to be hard; there’s no owner’s manual when it comes to kids.”
With a pang, she thought back to how she was raised, there, in the cult, there was definitely an owner’s manual, and it was one of subjugation, terror, and manipulation.
“Sailor? You okay?”
Sailor realized she was frowning and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. Stuck in a memory.”
“Bad childhood?”
“Something like that.” But she didn’t want to ruin the mood by telling him anything, besides, she’d promised herself she would never tell anyone. If word got back to Bart where she was…
“I meant what I said about hiring you, Sailor. I do need a personal assistant, desperately actually. It would involve some childcare, if that doesn’t freak you out, but you’d be mostly working from here with me or traveling with me.”
Sailor suddenly felt shy. Being that close to this man all the time sounded like heaven. “I would work my ass off for you, Bodhi, I admit, but I wouldn’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of your kindness.
You’ve already done more for me in the few hours I’ve known you than anyone else in my lifetime.”
Bodhi’s eyes were troubled. “That’s just plain wrong. Sailor, I’m just glad I was there, you don’t owe me anything. But, seriously, please, give me a shot. I’ll pay double, hell, triple what Winston was paying you. I know you ran interference with Winston and I when I was on sabbatical.”
She started to protest, and he grinned. “Don’t give me that, I know it was you. The kind emails about me taking as long as I needed, that was all you.”
Sailor was bright-red now. “I know what it’s like to have personal stuff going on. Sometimes, you just need to get away.”
Bodhi picked up the bottle of wine and dumped the rest in her glass. “Amen to that, sister. So…yes?” He raised his glass and Sailor picked hers up.
“Yes,” she said simply and tapped her glass against his.
He drove her home before he went to pick up Tim from school. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow just after nine a.m.,” he said, “and we’ll lease you a car as soon as we can. How does that sound?”
She smiled at him. “Sounds great, thank you, Bodhi. And thank you for lunch, for the job…for saving me this morning. I hope I can repay your kindness.”
Bodhi touched his finger to her cheek. “You just stay safe, little one. Maurice doesn’t know where you live, does he?”
She shook her head. “No, thank god. I’ll be fine. See you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Sailor.”
He watched her walk up the stairs to her apartment and wave at him as she opened the door. He smiled and waved back before pulling the car back into traffic. Sailor King. When he’d opened the door to Maurice’s office that morning and saw her being attacked, his anger had known no bounds. She was so tiny, so fragile, of course, his instincts had kicked in. In a way, he was relieved to be free of Maurice Winston. He’d never liked the man, but he was the best agent in Hollywood. Screw it. Why did he even need an agent? He was a musician, for crissakes. He had a contact in San Francisco, Emily Moore, who had given him her card at a concert the year before and told him to call if he needed representation. Emily was gorgeous too, but completely in love with her boyfriend, Dash Hamilton, one of the partners in the Quartet record company. Quartet had been pursuing him too, knowing his contract with Sony was almost up.
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