Page 11 of Jealous God
“Just trying to imagine her on the back of one of the Sons' bikes.” I chuckled. “It’s a funny image.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Dion’s lips quirked up in the corner. “It looked pretty hot to me.”
SIX
Jax
Ihad no idea whether Elodie got back in time to watch us play. I didn’t see her before or after the gig. In fact, I didn’t see her at all until we had reached the after party. As always, the club was heaving, and it took several attempts before the crowd parted enough for our security guys to lead us through and up to the VIP section.
That’s when I saw her. Not that I recognised her at first.
All I saw was Erik talking to a curvy brunette in a black dress.
“Who is that with Erik?” I asked no one in particular, because even from the back the woman he was talking to was interesting. Even as I watched, Erik’s hand came down to rest on the small of her back, leading her further into the darkened room. Heads turned as they passed. All of them male. And all of them were interested in whoever it was that Erik was leading back towards the bar.
Next to me, Louis shot me a look that told me he thought I was the dumbest piece of shit on the planet, but he didn’t say anything as we followed after them.
“Hey.” Taking the lead, Louis sidled up next to them, bending down to press his lips to the woman’s cheek like he knew her and they were friendly. Hell, everyone was acting like she was an old friend. And I had no idea who she was.
“Hey Louis, you were great tonight.”
I did a double take as Elodie’s voice washed over me.
“You as well, Jax. You all really killed it tonight.”
Speechless, I let my mouth hang open. It was Elodie. The voice was the same, the face that she lifted up to me was as well. Although she was wearing more makeup than I had thought possible. Even the black dress, that from the back I had assumed was a simple black number, was a shock. Mostly because it seemed to be made of more transparent panels that showed ample amounts of naked skin than anything else.
I whistled through my teeth before I could help myself. My eyes darted to the fleshy globes that had been hoisted up to spill over against the gauzy material. I couldn’t help myself.
“Put your tongue back in your head, you animal.” Dion’s friendly shoulder bump brought me back to reality with a bump, and I snapped my teeth together. He was right of course. I had been staring at her like a panting dog.
It wasn’t even that she looked like a totally different person. She was Elodie, but darker, sexier. Somehow, she looked more dangerous.
“New dress?” Again, I let my eyes wander over her. Never in a million years did I think she had something like that stuffed in her case.
“Yeah, I took a little shopping trip today once I realised I had absolutely nothing that was appropriate for hanging around with rock gods. I wouldn’t want to come across as stuck up.” She winked, and I did a double take. It was probably a coincidence, but it didn’t feel like it. It felt like she had overheard my conversation last night. The one I’d had with Dion. I threw him a glance, but he was too busy talking to the others. They were all busy, chatting and laughing, and not one of them was paying us any attention.
“Yeah, well, that’s def...” I scrambled for the right words, because I sure as hell couldn’t say the words that had popped into my head. That she looked stunning, that I wanted to peel that skin tight material from her body and lick every inch of her tanned skin. “Well, a dress to remember,” I finished off lamely. Not that I was lying about that. It was a dress every guy in the place would remember, myself included. “Any rockstar would be lucky to have you on his arm.”
Too late, I realised what I had said. She froze, and then a flashy smile flickered across her face. “Good to know. If I am ever interested in being the arm candy of a rockstar, I’ll wear it.” She smiled again, but instead of looking at me, she let her eyes travel the room. I followed her gaze to where it fell, or more specifically, to who it fell on.
“You have a thing for bikers, huh?”
Elodie did a double take and then shook her head with a small smile. “God, no.”
I didn’t believe her; I had seen firsthand the look that passed between them across the room. “Doesn’t look like it, Goldilocks. The look you’re giving him is so heated I’m surprised you’re not climbing him like a tree.” My voice was ragged, angrier than I meant for it to be. I didn’t know why it bothered me watching her smile at him, but it did. “The big bike between your thighs get you going today?” I stepped into her space, my fingers brushing against her hip. She didn’t pull away. Instead, her chin tilted up until she was looking me straight in the eye.
“I do like powerful things between my thighs,” she whispered, and at first, I thought I had misheard. Swallowing hard, I re-evaluated everything I thought I knew about her. This Elodie differed totally from the one I had met only a couple of days before.
God, was it only that long? It felt like she had been with us so much longer already. Was it possible that my first impressions were wrong about her?
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, that's right, but I don’t date bikers.” Slowly, she stepped back, so my fingers slid off her hip and fell back to my side. “Or rockstars.”
“And who do you allow between your thighs, Elodie?”
“Men.” She didn’t blink as she stared up at me. “Men with their shit together. Powerful men and not boys playing at being them.” She turned on her skyscraper heels and dismissed me with a flick of her golden flecked eyes. Her hand settled on my band manager's elbow. “Hi Erik.”
