Page 51 of Jace 4Ever
Jace
“Where are you running off to?” Lemmon asked.
I dropped the last screwdriver into my personal toolbox and closed it. “I have a plane to catch. My boyfriend set up an Uber for me to LaGuardia and hopefully we won’t hold up the flight.”
“Flights leave without you if you aren’t checked in,” Darla said.
It was hard to hide the smirk on my lips before I answered her, “Not if it’s a private jet.”
“Excuse me?” Lemmon asked.
The alert on my watch went off and I looked down at it. “Look, I have to go. My ride is here. If you want answers, watch the Oscars.”
“Why are you being so damn mysterious, McIntire?”
Lemmon had his hands on his hips and was staring at me. He was the best boy grip, and he was nosy, very keen on gossip, and wasn’t above using people to get ahead. It had been really hard to keep calling Nelsonmy boyfriendaround everyone, and not slip with his name. But I didn’t want Lemmon to get any idea.
No one on my new sets knew I was dating—and sleeping with—Nelson Powers, and I wanted to keep it that way for a while longer. This job was an amazing steppingstone into bigger productions, and I was happy here. I wanted to prove myself and not have people seeing my promotions and larger jobs as a benefit of dating Nelson.
Nelson was his own benefits.
“Lemmon, Darla, I gotta go. Watch the Oscars if you really want to know.”
I headed for the door, a grin on my face. I enjoyed this job, and I enjoyed my coworkers—well, everyone but Lennon Lemmon, who was a pompous ass. How couldn’t he be anything but a pompous ass with a name like Lennon Lemmon?
The car was waiting right out front, and I pulled the door open and slid in. The driver confirmed that we were going to LaGuardia and pulled away from the curb. I looked back and saw Lemmon peering through the window. I laughed.
The car pulled up to the private jet terminal and I waited for him to give me the cost. He turned around and stared at me.
“So, we’re here…”
“How much?”
“Paid already.”
I shook my head. I could have afforded the ride, but Nelson was just insisting on paying for everything. I pulled out a ten and handed it to him. “Thanks.”
“Pleasure.” He grinned.
I climbed out and walked over to the doors of the small terminal. Nelson had made me pack the night before and drop off my suitcase this morning, since we were scheduled to leave so close to six. I was happy to not have to drag the suitcase around.
Nelson was sitting on a plush couch in the corner of the waiting area, staring at the doorway I was standing in. His face slowly turned from concentration to a blinding smile. He stood and walked toward me, and I moved into the room.
He caught up to me and wrapped a hand around my waist. “Hey, sexy.” He dipped me back a bit and kissed me hard. My toes curled in my work boots.
“Nels, I’m filthy,” I complained. “I need a shower.”
“Ooh, good,” he purred. “I like that idea.” Standing me back on my own two feet, he took my hand and we started across the waiting area to a set of doors. “There’s a shower on the plane.”
My gasp was loud. “Whoa, wait, what?”
“There’s…a shower on the plane? There are two bedrooms and full galley too. Hungry?”
Good God, was he kidding? “I thought you were talking about sharing a plane.”
“No, you know I have my own.” He canted his head, then grinned again. “Come on, you’ll see. She’s awesome.”
He pulled me through the doors and there was a TSA checkpoint just beyond. They were incredibly polite to me—far nicer than anything I’d experienced trying to go to the Statue of Liberty or into the courthouse. We were done and released in just a few minutes.
