Page 84 of Tangled Like Us
Instantly, I remember yesterday—I remember her breathless noise against my mouth, my hands gripping her firmly against my strong build, and her soft thighs wrapped around my waist, clinging tighter and tighter.
Wanting more.
Aching.
And I couldn’t satiate her full desire and my fucking hunger.Good thing.It’s a good thing I didn’t overstep, but for some reason, it’s tearing me up.
Come on.
I put a hand to my radio and remember why the hell I exist here in the first place.
Her safety.“Jane…” I want to tell her she looks good too, but I should just get to the point. “You have an announcement.”
“Right, yes.” She arches her shoulders in preparation for the big reveal.
Maximoff and Farrow concentrate solely on her.
“So,” she says, “you three are the most important people in my life right now. My best friend.” She waves to Maximoff. “My best friend’s fiancé.” She waves to Farrow. “And my bodyguard—bold-hyphenation fake boyfriend.” She smiles at me.
“Bold-hyphenation,” Farrow repeats with raised brows. “Shit, what’s next, eighteen point font and parentheses?”
Jane rocks on the tips of her toes. “Funny, but no, there is simply just bold-hyphenation happening.” Her lips fall into a serious line, and all humor dies.
What’s this about?
“My announcement,” she continues, “is that I’ve chosen a career. I may be a passionless human being, but I will no longer be aimless.”
This is a big deal.
Whether or not she likes this job, she’ll throw herself into it with as much drive as shethinksshe has to possess. Just in order to live up to the Cobalt name.
It’s a lot of pressure.
Jane looks to Maximoff. “You remember how those publishers have been contacting me since college?”
Publishers.My mind immediately jumps to celebrity tell-alls. But I can’t see her doing that, especially not as ajob.
Maximoff is as rigid as a brick wall. Nothing out of the ordinary. “What publishers? There were tons, Janie.”
“The ones with the fiction imprints,” she answers, and then looks to me and Farrow. “They’ve requested that I narrate a few of their novels for audio. And I’ve finally accepted.” She continues briskly like she’s nervous about our reactions. “Celebrity narrators are very popular, and since my little sisteradoresromance, I figured that I’d kill two birds with one stone. Make her immensely happy by narrating her favorite genre and have a steady job.” She claps her hands. “Any questions?”
Security issues: there aren’t many. It’s not a career that’ll put her safety at risk. “Where will you record the audio?” I ask.
“There isn’t enough space in the townhouse to set up any kind of recording booth, so I’ll have to go into a studio.”
Maximoff frowns. “I thought most celebrities narrate classics and children’s books?”
“They do. But I was offered romance.” To me, Jane adds, “And, when I’m not recording, we can do things that normal couples do or whatever security has planned for us.”
Do not have sex with Jane Cobalt.
I nod, about to reply, but Maximoff interjects, “We need to talk alone.” He’s staring right at me.
I don’t hesitate. “Alright.”
“Right now.” He’s already putting away the straight razor.
“Moffy,” Jane warns. “I thought we just said—”
