Page 18 of Rockstar Untamed
“Hell, yes, I’m delighted. About time someone of quality tickled Bodhi’s pickle. I will obviously have to give you the ‘if you hurt him blah blah blah talk.’”
Sailor laughed. ‘Obviously, I would expect nothing less. Thank you, Solly, you’re the best.”
“Yes, yes, I am,” laughed the other woman. “I’ll see you two crazy kids on the weekend.”
She clicked off, and then Bodhi grinned at Sailor. “She’s in. This is happening.”
Suddenly Sailor started to tremble. This man, this gorgeous man, washers.How could that be possible?
“Sailor.” Bodhi came to her, gently pulling her into his arms. “It’s me and you now, okay?”
She nodded, gazing up into his achingly beautiful face. His lips were against hers then.
“I’m going to take you to my bed now, Sailor King…work can wait…” and he led her into his bedroom.
“Are you sure?”
Diane nodded. “I mean, she had her hair up, but I’m pretty sure. Those doe-eyes are unmistakable.”
Bartholomew Foy was pleased. “Thank you, Diane, you have proved most helpful.”
Diane smiled at him and left the room, closing the door behind her. Bart looked at Salem, who was grinning nastily. They had flown to L.A. as soon as the call from Diane, one of the highest members of the Californian chapter of The Children of Love, had called in the sighting. “So, Sailor’s working for Bodhi Creed? Well, well, well.”
Salem chuckled. “Should be easy enough to find and kill her if she’s bringing the kid to school every day.”
“Indeed.” Bart was lost in thought. “But I have a better idea. Sailor betrayed us all, so it’s only right that we make her suffer before I kill her. This Creed asshole…what do we know?”
Salem sighed. Sometimes his boss truly was clueless about the world outside the sect. “He’s untouchable, boss. He has a compound up in the Hollywood Hills, security guards, the whole shebang. When Sailor’s there, she’ll be untouchable too.”
Bart tapped his chin with his finger. “Is she fucking him, I wonder?”
“Sailor?” Salem looked skeptical. “I doubt it.”
“We’ll soon find out if she is. Until then…maybe we should keep a low profile. Our contact at the passport office said her name is Sarah Halls now. See where ‘Sarah Halls’ uses her credit card, plot out a timetable of what she does, and when she does it. See if we can’t get a mole on Creed’s security team.”
“Will do. Boss, what’s your end game here?”
Bart laughed softly. “Haven’t I made it obvious? Sailor, my beautiful precious Sailor, doesn’t get to see her twenty-sixth birthday.”
Sailor sat in the cab with Bodhi as the vehicle moved through the crowded streets of San Francisco. They were on their way to Quartet’s SF office, and Sailor was so excited that she thought she might throw up any minute. Her good mood rubbed off on Bodhi, who held her hand as they traveled. “You do know that Bay won’t be there, today, right?”
Sailor grinned at him. “Spoilsport. But I would have met her by osmosis, been in the same room of some of her friends.”
“Groupie.”
“You know it.” She giggled as he kissed her.
At the airy and minimalistic offices, they were shown to the boardroom, and soon after, a smiling blonde woman came in, casually but expensively dressed in designer jeans and a gorgeous lilac top. She shook both their hands and introduced herself as Emily Moore to Sailor. “Bodhi has already raved about you,” she said, sitting down, “so this will be a piece of cake.”
Sailor smiled at her. “I hope so…I’ve already told him Quartet is the best home for his music…but what do I know?”
Bodhi chuckled. “She’s madly in love with Bay, so ignore her. She’s biased.”
Emily laughed. “Well, Bay has that effect…and actually, you’re in luck. She’s in town at the moment, so if you’re both free for dinner tonight?”
Sailor thought she might faint and Bodhi laughed. “We can be. Tim’s staying over at a friend’s tonight.”
“Then it’s settled. Now, Dash is unfortunately tied up with another artist today, but Roman will be along to sweeten the deal in a while. Shall we start?”
