Page 4 of Rockstar Untamed
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’srape.” 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 thefuckup, 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 iseveryneed, 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’tevertalk 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,sixmonths 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 lightPinot 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.”
“Yourpuddingstomach?” 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?”
