Page 12 of Charmed By You
“And a phone number?” He raised an eyebrow and Mack nodded, “Good. Call her and find out the name of the catering company she works for and if she knows anyone named Elliot. I’m going to jump in the shower and when I get out you can tell me what she had to say and we’ll head out to track down my little runaway.”
“Him.”
“What?” Henry paused as he picked a fresh set of clothes from his bag.
“I’ll callhim… sir.” Mack smiled when Henry gaped at him.
“You continue to surprise me, Mack.” He shook his head, “Now call your guy so I can find mine. Please.”
Henry slipped into the bathroom to take a shower. He rushed through the process. He was in a hurry. Besides, if he stayed in the stall too long he’d start thinking about the way he’d had Elliot in there, pressed up against the wall, begging for more. His cock twitched but he ignored it, knowing even a quick tug would only make it worse. It wanted Elliot and so did he.
When he came out the bathroom, clothed but still drying his hair with a towel, Mack was sitting at the desk. His bodyguard looked ridiculous in the small chair but he didn’t tell him that. Mack’s face was back to its usually stoic impression of stone but he ripped a piece of paper off the table and held it out as Henry walked towards him.
“The catering company is called Cinders & Cole Catering.”
Henry looked at the paper, his brows furrowing, “Why is that name familiar?”
“Because Cinders & Cole is also the name of their restaurant downtown.” He smirked, “The one you like me to get you take out from when you’re working late.”
“No shit?” Henry snorted.
“No shit.” Mack nodded, “But are you ready for the real kicker?”
“Your guy knew more?”
“Yeah. He said your boy, Elliot, is the cook behind all those amazing dishes.”
Henry smiled, “He’s a chef at a major restaurant at twenty-two? Incredible.”
“Yeah well, the restaurant was his fathers. His name is Elliot Cole.”
Elliot Cole. Henry’s heart leapt at the new information. His man was a chef.
“You want to head down there I take it?” Mack pushed to his feet.
“Hell yeah.” Henry nodded. “Go and have the car brought around and…”
“I think we should hold off.”
“I’m sorry, what?” He frowned.
“My guy… he knew more about your boy. A lot more. I think you should sit down for it and I think you definitely shouldn’t be in a moving vehicle when I tell you about the kind of life he’s had because you’re going to want to destroy something and I don’t think it should be the Bentley.”
Henry’s smile faded, “It’s that bad?”
Mack nodded solemnly.
Henry’s heart squeezed tight in his chest and he went to the edge of the bed, sitting down like he’d been told. Mack knew something about Elliot that he didn’t and he didn’t like that. Not one bit. He also didn’t like that whatever it was Mack had found out, had clearly worried the big man and made him think it was going to hurt Henry to hear it.
God, it didn’t matter, he realized. It didn’t matter what sort of trouble Elliot was, what he’d been through, or what had hurt him. He intended to be the one to protect him from everything, from now on.
He nodded slowly, “Okay. I’m ready. Tell me what you know about Elliot Cole.”
