Passion And The Prince. Penny Jordan
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chocolate skin, dark brown eyes that seem like they can see clear to your soul, sexy, full lips framed by that goatee. And let’s not forget that X-rated body—over six feet of rock...hard...muscle. Can you imagine what it would feel like to run your hands all over that body?”
“Um, Karen, what about Andre? You know, your boyfriend.”
Karen waved a dismissive hand. “Let’s go. The crowd is emptying out.”
Janae sighed, but followed her to the side door where the same man who had made the announcement greeted them.
He checked their ticket stubs, then smiled. “Please come in. My name is Donovan Wright.” He shook their hands and gestured them up the steps where he introduced them to the band members and, finally, to Monte.
Following Karen’s lead, Janae politely shook each of their hands, but when it came time to shake Monte’s hand, she hesitated. Go ahead, girl, and shake the man’s hand. It was probably just a fluke, she chastised herself. As soon as their hands touched, she felt it again. She tried to pull her hand back, but he tightened his grip.
The way he stared at her confirmed that (1) she hadn’t imagined the electricity between them, and (2) he felt it also—it was as real as the man standing in front of her.
“It’s nice to meet you, Miss...?”
“Simms. Janae Simms,” she answered softly.
“Janae. I like that.” He gestured to two chairs. “Why don’t you ladies have a seat?”
The band members drifted out to the restaurant area until only Donovan remained. “I’m going to get a drink from the bar. Can I get you ladies something?” he asked.
Janae declined.
“Actually, I have to go to the ladies’ room, so I’ll follow you out. Be right back, Janae,” Karen said.
Janae noted the amusement on her friend’s face. Her eyes offered a silent plea, but Karen merely smiled, then sailed out behind Donovan. Her gaze swept over the small space crowded with instruments, cases and wires. When she turned back, Monte sat studying her as if he were trying to figure something out.
He leaned back in his chair, stroked his goatee and stared at her so long she became uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat. “Do you do this often?”
He continued to stare.
“Maybe I should be flattered or something, but I’m not some groupie.” She stood, adding softly, “This was a bad idea. I think I should go.”
He jumped up from his chair. “Wait,” he said, coming to stand in front of her. “No, I don’t.”
“Excuse me?”
“You asked if I do this often. I’m assuming you meant invite women backstage. The answer is no. In fact, I’ve never, ever done this before.”
“As popular as you are, you really expect me to believe that?”
“Honestly. I’ve never liked the groupie scene, so no one has ever been allowed back here in all the eight years I’ve been touring. We do all of the signings in the lobby.”
“Why now?”
He covered her hand with his. She immediately felt the warmth again.
“This is why.”
Janae gasped softly, her hand trembling in his. Why did this happen now, and with this particular man? She tried to get her hand back, but like the other time, he wouldn’t let go.
“You feel this, don’t you?”
“No... I... Yes.” Janae gently extricated her hand from his and took several steps backward. Being close to him short-circuited her brain, and she needed to think. Hadn’t she decided that men were only good for fantasies? He would definitely fit right in...okay, he would top the fantasy list. But that was all this could be—a really, really nice fantasy. No way would she allow herself to get caught up in a man like him who probably had women by the dozen. Besides, as a teacher, the last thing she needed was a parent seeing her face splashed across a tabloid under some crazy heading like Teacher Caught in Threesome with Popular Music Star.
He closed the distance between them. “Janae?”
When she glanced up at him, something flashed in his eyes, and before she could blink, he covered her mouth in an explosive kiss that stole her breath and weakened her knees. She was totally unprepared for the feel of his mouth on hers. The kiss was gentle, but infused with a passion and need she didn’t understand. Suddenly, a longing she’d never experienced took over her body. She pulled away sharply. “I...I have to...go.”
“No, don’t go.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’m sorry. Please. Stay.”
She eyed him warily and clutched her chest, trying to control her runaway heart.
“Please. I just want to talk. Sit down, okay?”
Janae sat. He wisely took the chair farthest from her. She kept making furtive glances toward the door, hoping to see Karen so they could leave. An awkward silence settled over the room.
He cleared his throat. “So, Ms. Simms, I couldn’t help but notice your necklace. An apple? It’s very unique.”
“It was a gift from one of my students. I teach an elementary special education class,” she answered with a nervous smile.
“That must be challenging. What grade?”
“Fourth and fifth grades, and yes, it can be very challenging, but I love it.”
“Do you live here in San Francisco?”
“No, about an hour and a half away in San Jose. Where do you live?”
“Los Angeles.”
Before he could ask her another question, Karen returned with Donovan trailing behind her. Finally.
“Did you get your CD autographed yet, Janae?” Karen asked, reclaiming her seat.
“We hadn’t gotten around to that yet,” Monte answered. “Janae told me about her teaching. Do you teach, Ms. Morris?” He accepted the cup of tea from Donovan. “Thanks.”
“Yes, fourth grade. We teach at the same school.”
Janae retrieved the CD booklet from one of Monte’s projects out of her purse. “It’s getting late, Karen. We should let Monte sign our CDs and leave. I’m sure he’s tired.” She held out the booklet.
Monte took it, smiling knowingly. “Ms. Simms mentioned you live in San Jose. Are you ladies driving back tonight?”
“Goodness, no,” Karen said. “We’re staying the entire weekend.”
“Any big plans?” he asked after taking a sip of his tea.
“Nothing really big,” Karen said. “We’ll hit Ghirardelli Square, Pier 39, and maybe do one of the sunset cruises.”
Janae listened as Karen excitedly shared their plans. Monte smiled between sips of his tea.
“Sounds like a good time,” he said. “I’ve been to San Francisco several times, but never stayed here long enough to go sightseeing. A sunset cruise might be fun.”
“Don’t you have another show tomorrow?” Janae asked. She needed to get away from this man—fast—and didn’t want him getting any ideas.
A slow grin made its way across his face. “As a matter of fact, that was my last show for the next three weeks. I’m due for a little R & R.” He set his cup down. “I have a great idea. Would you ladies like some company tomorrow? Donovan and I would love to explore the city with you...that is, if your significant others don’t mind.”
“Hey, that sounds great,” Karen said. “That’s definitely not a problem for me.”
Monte