A Tropical Rendezvous: A BWWM Interracial Bad Boy Billionaire Multicultural Romance (African American Romance) (31 page)

I have a date tomorrow.
I thought as I stared at the desk I’d just had sex on. I took a deep breath trying to collect myself and made my way back out to the event, needless to say a couple people asked where I had been. Lucky for me I was a good liar.

Chapter 2

My stomach did a black flip as I rushed for the door. It was 4:30 there was no way it could be him.

I suppressed a groan as I pulled the door open and saw Hank standing there.

“Hey!” He smiled. “I know you called in and took a day off for personal reasons, but I just wanted to stop by and see if everything was okay.”

“Everything’s fine, thanks.” I gave him a smile.

He looked me up and down. I was suddenly aware I was in my ultra-short robe. I glanced past him as I heard the doorbell ring.
Great.
How could he be this early?

A smirk spread across his lips.

“Hey Jess.” Hank spun to face him, then glanced back at me.

“Are you having a private session at your place?”

“No.” I stared my boss in the eye. “Jason has removed his application.”

“I see.” Hank turned his attention back to Jason. “So what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick up my date.” He glanced at me. “Sorry I’m a little early; I can come back if you want.”

“No.” Both Hank and I said at the same time. “You see,” Hank said without looking away from Jason. “Jessica here has signed a contract saying she would not get… involved... with any of her clients. Based on the fact that you two were-”

“I’m no longer a client.” Jason said flatly. His eyes didn’t leave Hanks and for a second I wondered if Jason could tell what Hank was.

His entire body stiffened. “He doesn’t seem like losing your job for,” Hank looked Jason up and down. “If you ask me.”

“And what, you expected her to sleep her way to the top?” Jason raised an eyebrow.

I cleared my throat before anyone could say anything else, or punches could be thrown. “Hank, I’ll speak to you about this more tomorrow, alright?” I turned my gaze to Jason. “Why don’t you come in and wait? I’ve just got to put some clothes on and then I’m ready to go.”

Jason was more than happy to step into my small apartment, his hands brushing my thigh as he passed me. I caught Hank’s eyes fixated on the hem of my robe. He looked at me.

“We will be talking about this tomorrow that much is for sure.”

I swallowed as I watched him walk away before I closed the door and let out a deep breath, cupping my head in my hands.

“I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have some so early if I’d…”

“Don’t worry about it.” There was nothing that could be done now. I’d have to try to find a way to convince Hank to let me keep my job; it was just that simple.”

“What was he doing here anyways?” I could hear the jealousy in his voice. I snorted.

“He came to see if I was okay.”

“Why?” His brow furrowed. “He’s got a thing for you, doesn’t he?”

“Yes.” I didn’t see the point in lying about it. “Now hang on, I’ll be right back. I just need to get changed and then we can go.” I repeated before quickly heading for my bedroom.

I slipped into a simple black dress, grabbed a blue scarf and headed back into the living room reaching for my black stilettos as I made it to the door.

“You’re place is
quaint.
”

“Yes well some of us can’t just... poof and make money.” My eyes twinkled as I turned to him. “We have to get by on what we can make by working hard.”

He laughed softly. “Unlike what most people think, we hardly ever just create new money. It gets boring after the first couple of years. Plus, it’s not like it is
easy
to make it. Depending on the job you have it’s probably easier to go to work for 8 hours a day; plus a lot less dangerous.”

My eyes widened a little. “What exactly is involved in making money?”

“My dear, I can’t give away all the secrets… but let’s just say there is fire involved, and lots of it… and not normally very safe fire.”

“Sounds like fun if you ask me.” I grinned. “I’d love to see some… more of your magic in action.”

Jason stepped towards me, a grin spreading over his face. “Jessica, I could make you cum without so much as unzipping my pants.”

It sounded like a promise more than anything. I felt a pool of desire settled into my stomach. As if to make his point he reached out and touched my cheek. His hand was warm, but that wasn’t what I paid attention to. It was the rush of pleasure that flooded through my body. Warm arousal burned at me.

My head rolled back as a moan escaped me. Jason grinned pulling his hand away from me. “But that is for another day, why don’t we get going? Before we’re late for our dinner.”

“You made plans for dinner?” I stepped away from him, the urge to ask him to do that again overwhelmed me, but if he wanted to get going we would get going. We stepped out of the door, he waited for me to lock it behind us and then we made our way to the elevator.

“So, you’re boss has a thing for you?”

“I…” I honestly didn’t know. So I just shrugged unwilling to admit that I didn’t actually know the answer to his question; after all I should know if a man had a crush on me or not.
I think he does.
Why else would he have come to check in on me today?

“Well, I don’t like him.” Jason’s eyes narrowed.

“Of course you don’t.” I laughed softly. “You think he wants to fuck me.”

~

“Okay, this is really nice.” He’d brought me to a dingy pub, but the food here was some of the best I’d ever had. It seems the man realized the way to my heart was food and sex. Of course we didn’t do the later in public- at least tonight. Heat ran through my body as I remembered the night before. I swallowed wondering if I would be fired come tomorrow.

“You look upset.” It wasn’t a question.

“I was just thinking about tomorrow… wondering if I will have a job come this time.”

“We can end things if it will be easier for you. I don’t want you to have to lose your job.” He reached out and took my hand.

No!
Something tugged at my heart, telling me I should give this a shot. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I believed it.

I shook my head.

“No, I’ll deal with it tomorrow and if I need to worry about it then I will.” I shrugged unwilling to admit how worried I was about it.

Jason squeezed my hand gently. “You know… I’m here for you if you need anything.”

“If I get fired I might just take you up on that.” It was meant to be a joke.

“I expect you to.” He stared at me with such intensity.

Someone cleared their throat as they came to a stop in front of our table. “Can we interest you in some dessert?”

“No thank you.” We both said at the same time. The fact was we both wanted to get out of here and get back to my place. I shot him a look as a grin spread over his face. “I’ll take the cheque.”

“Of course, sir.”

“This…” He looked around the place. “They know what I am here, they try to stay on my good side.”

“Oh?” Sounds like you're some kind of mob boss or something.”

Jason chuckled. “No. And I never use my… situation… to my advantage, but people are always scared when they realize what I am.”

“It must get awkward.”

Everyone knew there weren’t many mages around anymore. They’d been caught during all the witch trials, and since then it had been hard for them to repopulate, not to mention a lot of people over the past 100 years had ignored their talent, tried to shrug it off as nothing important, and it could only be carried through the bloodline so many times without being used before the body figured you didn’t want it anymore.

“It’s... not too bad. I’ve never met another mage other than my father and a few of his close friends, but that doesn’t matter much to me.”

“His friends never had kids?”

“No. Some were ashamed for their life and didn’t want to carry the bloodline on, others were… not interested in having a family; to put it nicely.”

“I see.” I turned my attention away from him as our bill came. I pulled out my purse.

“Don’t.” He watched me carefully. “I’ll pay.” He pulled his wallet out and handed over enough cash before standing. “Let’s get out of here.”

“So what was it like growing up a mage?” I asked taking the arm he offered me as we made our way towards the door.

“It was always interesting.” His eyes sparkled, then the light died. “But… it wasn’t always easy.” He forced a smile over his lips. “Then again that’s a story for another day.”

“I look forward to hearing it.” But I wasn’t going to force him to tell me right away.

“Hey!” Someone called behind us as we stepped out into the fresh air. I ignored them and so did Jason.
They probably aren’t even talking to us.
I reminded myself. It was the city, there were lots of people around. I stepped closer to Jason, adjusting my scarf to fend off the cold night air a little as we walked towards his car.

“Mage!”

We both froze. Okay, they had to be talking to us. I glanced at Jason. He let out a sigh and pulled his arm away from me, turning to face the people who were speaking to him.

I turned to see two guys coming towards us, both their eyes were locked on me as they came to a stop. “We came to relieve your hands of this pretty little thing.”

“Fuck off, mutts.”

Well, that answered what they were.

Jason’s body had already stiffened as if getting ready for a fight. I bit my lip watching him, hoping that things wouldn’t get that far.

One of them, the one who had called us to a stop stepped towards us. He couldn’t be much older than 20; he was tall and lanky but he pulled something out of his pocket.

“Careful what you say vermin, remember who’s mortal here and who isn’t.”

“You’re not immortal. You’re just a little harder to kill, but morons always die young.”

Their eyes locked.

My heart raced as the other one stepped forward.

Jason stepped in front of me. “Why don’t you go fuck the bitch behind you and we can all forget this ever happened.” His eyes were still locked on the one in front of him.

I saw the guy's fingers tighten into a fist.

“Jason watch out!” I screamed, but I didn’t need to. He saw the punch coming; probably before I even did.

He smirked as he side stepped the werewolf. The other werewolf rushed towards him, the change already beginning to take place.

“Go to the car, now!”

I know I should have listened, but I didn’t. I slipped my hand into my purse looking for the mace I kept in there.

When the paranormal came out everyday humans had to find a way to protect themselves, without shooting anyone and the simple answer was mace that could blind vampires, werewolves, and humans.

Jason lunged towards the one that was already changing, now a grey furry mop of a wolf with matted fur. It growled as him and Jason connected with one another.

“Jason!”

My throat went dry the second I yelled.
Shit.
I turned my attention to the other werewolf, he was still in human form and his eyes were locked on me. I backed up, my hand fumbling in the contents of my purse trying to find that stupid mace.

“Get out of here!” Jason shouted.

Chapter 3

I glanced towards him. He was pinned against the floor. My heart skipped a beat.

My fingers curled around a bottle.
Yes.

I turned my attention back to the man advancing towards me. My heart pounded against my chest so hard I could feel it in my ears.

Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

He stepped closer and closer.
Oh god.
I had to wait. I had to make sure he was close enough, otherwise I was screwed. My eyes locked on him, utterly aware of what I was doing. I was going to establish the fact that I was dominant and he didn’t have a right to so much as look me in the eye. He didn’t look away when I made eye contact.

“Come on,” He reached out for me. “A mage has nothing going for them. Have you ever fucked a wer-”

Before he could finish his sentence I pulled the mace out of my pocket. He froze as he stared at me, then reached for my wrist. It was too late.

I held the button down on the can of mace until it was empty.

He screamed.

See the thing about mace for humans is that it blinds them, but this mace is laced with garlic, silver and holy water. That means it
burns
anything paranormal that comes into contact with it. I dropped the can on the ground and did the one thing my daddy always told me to do if a boy was harassing me- I kicked him right in the nuts, as hard as I could.

Whether it’s human, vampire, werewolf, demon, or anything else a kick to the balls will always bring a man to his knees.

I smirked as he dropped to the ground gasping for breath. I turned my attention to Jason. He rolled away from the wolf and gained his feet.

“Hey!” I shouted. Both Jason and the wolf looked at me. I bent down and picked up the bottle of mace.

“You wanted me, didn’t you mutt? Well, come and get me.” I stood glancing past him towards Jason. He stared at me muttering something. My brow furrowed trying to figure out what he was saying, until I realized he wasn’t speaking a language I would know.

A spark shot from his hand and hit the wolf. He yelped as he struggled against it. I raised an eyebrow as the wolf twisted and turned, trying to free itself from the spark that was lacing itself around him.

“What the hell are you doing to it?” Should I be worried he was going to kill it? Mages and werewolves had a bad reputation when they got into a fight.

“I’m binding it, that’s all.” He shrugged. “It will wear off in an hour or so, come on. Let’s get going.” He made his way towards me, then turned to the werewolves on the sidewalk. “If you ever so much as look at me or Jessica again I
will
kill you both.”

It sounded like he meant every work of it too.