Page 44 of Rockstar Untamed
“Emails,” Soleil rescued Sailor, then mussed Tim’s hair. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s get going.”
Sailor looked at her gratefully, and Solly winked. “Listen, I have a meeting after I drop Tim off, so you two will have the place to yourselves for a while. To, um, work, you know?”
She winked at both of them, then laughed as she left the house with Tim. “Bye, gorgeous people.”
“Bye, nut job,” Bodhi called out after her and Sailor laughed, feeling her spirits lift.
When they were alone, Bodhi leaned over to kiss Sailor. “Sails, I’ve been thinking…it might be time for me to get back to work. Record some new stuff, do some press, and I’m thinking maybe we could kill two birds with one stone.”
“How’s that?”
“I think we need to go public with our relationship.”
Sailor gaped at him. “Why?”
“Because the more Bart Foy realizes that you are protected, that you are loved, the less likely he is to risk coming after you. He might think you’re anonymous enough that he could, and I hate these words coming out of my mouth, that he could kill you and no-one would think anything of a young biracial woman being murdered in this town. God knows how many people straight off the bus from everywhere go missing, especially young women. This could be where my fame, for want of a better word, could actually be of help. From what I can see, Bart Foy won’t risk being exposed as a murderer or a charlatan. I don’t mean this to sound egotistical, and of course, you are much,muchmore than just my lover, but being Bodhi Creed’s girlfriend automatically gives you an extra layer of public protection. No-one can touch us.”
Sailor chewed this over. “Conversely,” she said, “Bart could think I might expose him in a bigger arena and come after me.”
Bodhi’s smile faded, and he sighed. “God, Sails, if I could get my hands on him.”
She stroked his face. “I know, baby. And I think you might be right, at least, we could consider it, because I have an idea. Maybe if I did an interview with you and not mention names, but make it clear where I come from, what I’ve seen. Bart will know I’m ready and willing to talk about him. He might panic. He might make a mistake and then we’ve got him.”
Bodhi looked unhappy. “Using yourself as bait is not an answer.”
“We have to use what is available to us, Bodhi. Until the threat of Bart Foy is gone, then I don’t know how to really feel free. Be free. I don’t want a death threat to follow me around forever.”
Bodhi took her in his arms. “I know. I know.” He sighed, pressing his lips to her temple. “We’ll work it out. We’ll work something out.”
She tilted her head up for a kiss. “In the meantime, I’ve been thinking about Grady Mallory’s offer.”
Bodhi looked surprised. “You have? That’s great news.”
“I still don’t think I’m right to be an art tutor,” she said, sitting down on the couch with him. “But I know what I’m good at and that’s organization, scheduling, all the dull stuff.” She grinned at Bodhi. “I know, it’s a bore to you, but it gives me a sense of control. If the Foundation is opening a branch in Los Angeles, then they’ll need someone like that.”
Bodhi smiled at her enthusiasm. “I see you as much more than a paper pusher, Sailor.”
“Well, maybe I could handle the charitable part, arrange benefits, or marketing…something like that. I don’t have an awful lot of experience in anything, as you know,” she grinned at his wicked smile, “except some things, Mr. Creed, I think I’m becoming an expert.”
“I would agree with that.”
They were both laughing now. “See, I was having a serious conversation about a possible career, and you have to bring up sex.”
Bodhi laughed loudly. “Youbrought up sex, you little nympho.”
“Fair enough.” She snuggled into his arms. “So, what did you have in mind for today? Recording sessions?”
His fingers were trailing up and down her spine. “I was thinking of going into the recording studio, but not recording.”
“Oh?”
“Uh-huh. I was going to take my girlfriend in there and fuck her senseless on the mixing board.”
Sailor started giggling. “Oh, you were huh?”
“Oh yeah. Well, first I’d strip her slowly, then put my face in her sex and suck and taste her until she came…”
Sailor was getting very turned on by his dirty talk, and she looked up into his intense green eyes and he brushed his lips against hers. “Then,” he continued in a low, slow, sensual voice, “I would part her legs and put my cock inside her so hard that she would scream my name so loud that even the soundproofing couldn’t muffle her cries…”
