Quantum Series Boxed Set: Books 1-7

by Force, Marie

  We find Natalie and Logan at the pool, where he’s splashing around while she keeps a close eye on him.

  Logan jumps out of the pool and rushes over to us.

  Kristian puts Maddie down, and Logan hugs her tightly.

  Again with my heart. It can’t take the overload of emotion today, and it’s only ten o’clock!

  “Are you okay, Maddie?” he asks, pulling back for a look at the bandage on his sister’s forehead.

  “Uh-huh, but I had to get shots in the head!”

  “Holy crap. Did it hurt?”

  “So bad.”

  He winces. “I’m glad you’re okay. You wanna swim?”

  “She shouldn’t get the bandage wet,” I tell him.

  “She can put her feet in.” He takes his sister by the hand and gently leads her to the steps, waiting for her to get settled before he lets go of her.

  “He’s incredibly sweet to her,” Kristian says.

  “He’s almost always like that,” I say, keeping my hand flat on my chest as if that alone will contain the emotion.

  Natalie hugs me. “He’s been so worried. How you holding up, Mama?”

  “As long as she’s fine, I’m fine.”

  “Did you get any sleep?”

  I glance at Kristian, who’s expressionless as he keeps an eye on the kids. “A little.”

  Natalie’s eyebrows lift, but thankfully, she doesn’t say anything.

  “I should get to the office,” Kristian says.

  “Flynn’s already there. I’ll be glad when this premiere is behind us.”

  “There’ll be another one before we know it,” he says. “Keeps us in business.”

  “I guess so, but no one told me celebrities work so hard.”

  Kristian laughs. “They make it look so glamorous when it’s a ton of work.”

  I want to hug him, but I manage to control myself. Barely. “Thank you so much for the ride and the doughnuts. And everything else.”

  “No problem. I’ll see you later.”

  “Okay.”

  “Bye, guys,” he calls to the kids.

  “Bye, Mr. Kristian.”

  “Have a good day, ladies.”

  I watch him go, because the view is as good from the back as it is from the front, and after he goes inside and slides the screen door closed, I find Natalie watching me as closely as I was watching him.

  Chapter 8

  The second he’s out of earshot, Natalie pounces. “Do I see progress?”

  “A little.”

  She takes me by the hand and half drags me to the chair next to where she was sitting. “Do tell. Leave nothing out.”

  Leaving out the more personal elements, I fill her in on what happened after we got home last night and how he surprised me by showing up this morning bearing breakfast and the offer of a ride to pick up my car.

  “He’s so into you, it’s not even funny,” Natalie says. “And the poor guy has no idea what to do about it.”

  “I like him so much.”

  Natalie bites her lip, making me wonder if there’s something on her mind.

  “What?”

  “I just… I want you to be careful with him. He’s very… complicated.”

  “What do you know that I don’t?”

  She shakes her head. “Nothing I can tell you. It has to come from him, if and when he chooses to tell you.”

  “Natalie! Come on! You can’t drop something like that on me and then not tell me what you mean.”

  “I’ve already said more than I should.”

  “Can you give me a hint?”

  “No.”

  “Are my children and I safe with him?”

  Her eyes bug. “Yes! It’s nothing like that. God, I’m making a mess of this. When I say complicated, I mean private and personal and… Shit. I suck at this.”

  “You have to tell me what the hell you’re talking about, or I’m going to lose my mind wondering.”

  “It’s not my place to tell you his personal business. That’s up to him.”

  “How do you know about his personal business?”

  Again, she bites her lip, her eyes darting around until they land on the kids. Logan is swimming in circles in front of Maddie, who’s telling him what to do, as usual. They’re thoroughly occupied and far enough away from us that I’m not worried about them overhearing our conversation.

  “If I tell you this, you have to swear to God on a stack of Bibles you’ll never tell anyone where you heard it or that you even know about it.”

  “I swear to God.” I’m so desperate to know, that I’d swear on my own life at this point.

  “Do you know what BDSM is?”

  “Uhh, yeah. I saw the movies. What about it?”

  “He’s into it. They all are. We all are.”

  If she had told me that pigs were flying in hell, I wouldn’t have been more stunned by this information. “You, Flynn…”

  “He introduced me to it after we were together, and I’ve become a fan. To say the least.”

  Speaking of fans, I need one. And a cigarette. “You’re serious.”

  “Dead serious. The only reason I’m telling you this is I watched what happened when Hayden kept his interests from Addie when they were first together. They nearly missed out on having something great because he wouldn’t share it with her. I don’t want to see you get any further down the road with Kristian if you don’t think that’s something you want. If I’ve learned anything from these guys, it’s that being a part of the lifestyle isn’t a choice. It’s who they are.”

  I have no idea what to say.

  “Flynn would kill me for telling you this, Aileen.”

  “Thank you for telling me. That actually explains a lot.” I’m having visions of being bound and at his mercy. If the flash of heat that travels through my body is any indication, the idea intrigues me.

  “Whoa,” Natalie says. “Are you all right?”

  “Of course. Why?”

  “Your face is all red and flushed.”

  “It’s the sun. I’m not used to it.”

  “Hmm, are you sure you’re not imagining all sorts of scenarios that have you at Kristian’s mercy?”

  “Stop,” I hiss at her and glance at my kids, who’re thankfully still occupied by the pool.

  She laughs. “Thought so.”

  And then another thought occurs to me. “It’s not like that could ever happen with us.”

  “Umm, why’s that, exactly?”

  “I’m a single mom. It’s not like I can run off and have any kind of sex, let alone kinky sex, whenever I want.”

  “You have friends who would happily take your kids any time you want to get your groove on.”

  “You have your own life to lead and your own kinky sex to have. You don’t need my kids around your neck.”

  Natalie reaches out to squeeze my arm. “We love you. We love your kids. And we love Kristian. I’d like nothing more than to see you two together. I think you’d be good for him, and vice versa.”

  “Why do you think that?” I’m not even ashamed of the fact that I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve when it comes to him. I can’t hide that I’m fiercely interested.

  “There’s something about him. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’re times when he reminds me of some of the kids I had in my class, the ones who came to school hungry and wearing dirty clothes. It’s hard to explain what I mean, but there was something in their eyes that I’ve seen in him, too.”

  My heart aches at the thought of him being hurt or lost in any way. I want to swoop in and fix it so that nothing will ever hurt him again. “He’s a rich, powerful, successful man.”

  “Now. But I honestly have no idea where he comes from. No one talks about his past, and I’ve never heard mention of a family.”

  “I want to know everything about him. I’m like a fourteen-year-old crushing on the football team captain. I feel so out of my league with him.”

  “Maybe he feels out of h
is league with you. Did you ever consider that?”

  “Seriously? Look at me and then look at him. He’s not the one out of his league.”

  “You, my dear friend, are gorgeous and sweet and joyful. You have nothing to worry about, and judging by the way he looks at you, he sees what I do.”

  “You’re very sweet to say so, but it’s been such a long time since I had any interest in a man. Hell, I haven’t had sex since I was pregnant with Maddie.”

  “Whoa…”

  “I know! There’re probably cobwebs in there.”

  Natalie loses it laughing.

  “What’s so funny, Mommy?” Logan asks.

  “Nothing,” I reply. “Nothing at all.” I give Natalie the stink eye as she continues to laugh.

  “Sorry.” She wipes tears from her eyes. “It was the cobwebs that did it.”

  “Not all of us can be lucky enough to have a hot, sexy, kinky movie star in our beds to keep the cobwebs away.”

  She snorts. “No cobwebs growing around here. That’s for sure.”

  “I can only imagine.”

  She looks over at me. “Could I ask you something?”

  “Of course.”

  “You never talk about the kids’ father, and I haven’t wanted to ask. But I’ll admit I’m curious.”

  I fix my gaze on my babies, the only good things to come from a relationship that caused me more heartache than joy. “He left us right before Maddie was born.” There’s so much more to the story, but it’s not something I talk about, even with my closest friends. Years after it happened, it’s still so painful to think about.

  “Oh God. I’m sorry, Aileen.”

  “He’s never met his daughter.”

  “That must’ve been so awful for you.”

  “It wasn’t the best time in my life. That’s for sure. For a long time after he left, I was terrified about what would become of me and the kids. He never sent me a dime after he left. It was tough, especially living in the city, which is so expensive. But I found a decent job working as an admin for a financial services company, and I had a lovely older woman in my building who took the kids for me when I was working. She was a godsend. We were doing okay until I got sick.” I look over at her. “You and Flynn can’t possibly know what a difference you made for us after he made that huge donation to the fund the school set up.”

  “That was all him. I can’t take any credit.”

  “You introduced him to us. None of it would’ve happened without you.”

  “We’re both glad you got the help you needed.”

  “In some ways, he saved my life by introducing me to Doctor Birnbaum. Everything was better after that.”

  “Do you have someone out here that you’ll see?”

  “He referred me to a colleague at UCLA who’s part of the same research study. I have an appointment for a check-up with him next week while the kids are at camp.”

  “I’m sure everything will be fine.”

  “I hope so, but it’ll be a few years before I’m completely out of the woods, and even then, it can always come back.”

  “That’s not going to happen,” Natalie says emphatically.

  “And you know this how, wise one?”

  “Just a feeling I have. I predict you’re going to fall madly in love with an intense, sexy man who’ll fall in love with you and your kids, and you’ll all live happily ever after.”

  “You may be reading too many romance novels.”

  “Ha-ha, but mark my words. You’re going to end up with him.”

  “Could I ask you… In the event that my life doesn’t work out like a romance novel…”

  “What?”

  “Would you take the kids? I know it’s a huge thing to ask—”

  She holds up a hand to stop me. “Of course we would. Don’t spend one more second worrying about that. It’s never going to happen.”

  “But if it does…”

  “We’d take them, and we’d love them like our own. I promise.”

  My eyes fill with tears. “Thank you.”

  “But I don’t want to talk about things that’re never going to happen. I want to talk about you and that hot, sexy man who’s gone over you and things that are going to happen.”

  My stomach knots with excitement and a twinge of anxiety. I’ll never deny that I want him fiercely. But can I be what he wants? That I don’t know, and I haven’t the first clue what to do with this new information Natalie has given me.

  I have meetings on top of meetings, people needing answers to a litany of questions only I can answer. We have the premiere of Quantum’s new film Insidious Saturday night, and there’re a million details to be seen to, media requests pouring in, and all I can think about is Aileen and how amazing it was to hold and kiss her last night.

  Recalling how responsive she was makes me rock hard in the middle of my workday, which is just what I need with people in and out of my office, the phone ringing off the hook and my assistant, Lori, waiting for me to sign a stack of checks.

  “What’s up with you today, Bossman?” she asks, hand on her hip, annoyance radiating from her. With chin-length dark hair and big green eyes, she’s a gorgeous, energetic twentysomething I hired right out of USC a couple of years ago. She’s since become essential to me, which is why I put up with her impertinence.

  “Nothing.”

  “Your head isn’t in the game. Something’s up.”

  “Did I miss the part on your résumé that said you went to shrink school?”

  “Ha-ha, very funny. I know you, and I know when you’re not paying attention, and you’re definitely not paying attention today. Case in point, you just signed your lunch order.” She cracks up laughing as she holds up the deli menu. “Apparently, you want the Kristian Bowen for lunch, not to be confused with the always popular Clark Gable.” She has a good laugh at my expense that makes me smile even though I hate to encourage her.

  “I’ll have the Paul Reuben with an extra pickle, no pun intended.”

  She raises a brow in question because I rarely eat sandwiches.

  “I’m having a craving for pastrami,” I tell her.

  “You got it.” She heads for the door but turns back. “I heard you say everything is fine, but I know you. Something’s up. If you need anything, I hope you’ll ask.”

  “There is one thing…”

  “What’s that?”

  “I want to invite someone to the premiere on Saturday, but she has kids. Everyone else we know will be there, too, so I need a babysitter. Do you know anyone who might be willing to stay with two very good kids who are five and nine? I’ll pay a thousand dollars.”

  “My roommate, Cecelia, will do it.”

  “She will? Really?” I’ve met her a few times, and she seems nice.

  “Yep. She’s going through a bad breakup, so she’s sitting around at home at night. It’ll be good for her to have something to do.”

  “Shouldn’t you check with her first?”

  “I’ll text her and let you know for sure, but I’m almost positive it’ll be fine.”

  “Do you think she might be willing to spend the night?” I’m getting way ahead of myself, and I know it, but I can’t seem to stop the train from leaving the station and hurtling down the tracks.

  “I’m sure she’d be fine with it. I’ll ask her and let you know.”

  “Tell her fifteen hundred to spend the night.”

  “Wow. You must really like this woman.”

  Recognizing a trap when I see one, I go back to my email, avoiding the question. She gets the hint and leaves me to work in peace, but now I’m on edge waiting to hear if Cecelia, who’s a nurse in her mid-twenties, will babysit for Aileen on Saturday so I can take her to the premiere. Then another thought occurs to me, and I buzz Addie, asking her to stop by to see me when she gets a chance.

  She pops her head in fifteen minutes later. “You rang?”

  “Come in. Shut the door.”

  “What’s up?”<
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  “Your friend Tenley, the stylist…”

  “What about her?”

  “Would she be able to help me out with something for Saturday night?”

  “Kinda short notice.”

  “I know, but I’m willing to pay whatever she wants.”

  “Let me ask her.” Standing before me, she fires off a text.

  Part of me can’t believe I’m doing all this before I’ve even asked Aileen to come with me, further proof I’ve gone around the bend over her. However, I want my ducks in a row in case she agrees to be my date.

  My date. When was the last time I had anything as pedestrian as an ordinary date? Except, if she says yes, nothing about this date will be ordinary or pedestrian, because I’ll be with her.

  “She says for you, she’ll make it happen. She wants to know who, what, when and where?”

  “Could I let her know all that tomorrow?”

  Addie sends the text and nods. “She says she’ll hook you up.”

  “Thanks, Addie.”

  “No problem. Do I get to ask who, or do I already know?”

  “You already know.” I release a button on my shirt, because it’s suddenly warm in here. It’s not like me to share my personal business with others. The first lesson to surviving on the streets was keep your mouth shut. It’s a lesson that’s stayed with me.

  Addie claps her hands and lets out a squeal. “Oh, I knew it! I told Hayden you two are going to end up together.”

  “Don’t get ahead of yourself—and don’t jinx me. It’s very new.”

  She eyes me curiously, making me squirm ever so slightly. “Why don’t you seem happier to have found someone special?”

  “What? I’m happy.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “And you know better than I do how I feel?”

  “I’ve known you a long time, Kris. You’ve been ‘off’ all week. I thought you were excited for her and the kids to get here, and then you didn’t show up to welcome them. Jasper said you were sick, but were you really, or was it something else?”

  For someone who never had a family of my own, it’s still unsettling to me that there are people in this world who know me as well—or better—than I know myself. I fix my gaze on a pen I balance between two fingers, which is better than looking at her.