The Seven: A Taste for Jazz: Book 3 of The Seven series by Ciana Stone Page B
Authors: Ciana Stone
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pressed up against her, hard and eager. "Not by a long shot, baby."
Jazz chuckled and rose on her knees to guide him inside her. "You know this job is looking real good."
Chapter Five
It's not that I think she's being dishonest it's just that I can't imagine anyone hiring a bodyguard to protect me. No brag, but I'm more than capable of taking care of myself.
Still, it prompts the question of why and who. That's something I intend to find out.
It does give me a bit of disappointment. If she were just a woman who'd appeared in my life out of coincidence then I could enjoy this a lot more. Knowing she was sent here to find me and is determined to do her job throws a little bit of a wet blanket on things. Is her attraction for me completely genuine?
And fuck, when did I become the man who couldn't tell when a woman was genuinely into me? I must really be off my game.
Rock took a seat on a wicker couch on the lanai of his house. He'd been mulling it over for two days and had finally reached a decision on his course of action. He pulled out his cell phone and placed a call. It rang half a dozen times before there was an answer.
"Yes?"
"Severin? Rock - I mean Conner."
"I'm surprised to hear from you."
"I'm surprised to be calling."
"If you are then it is of import."
"It is. At least to me. I need to meet with you and Andre. And Augustus, if possible. Can you arrange it?"
"Possibly. Can you tell me what it's about?"
Rock quickly told him what he'd learned from Jazz. Severin responded immediately when Rock finished. "When and where?"
"Wherever you choose and as soon as possible."
"Give me two hours."
"I'll be waiting."
Rock ended the call and stared out over the landscape. Few people outside of the man he'd just spoken with and those he'd requested to meet with were aware of his history, or his accomplishments. For the majority of the Seven he maintained the facade of the affable Shifter. Strong and capable, dependable and loyal, he was known to be intelligent but hardly viewed as someone with the mental capabilities to achieve what he'd accomplished as Rockwell Burns.
For someone to hire a bodyguard for him meant they had to know all about him and that made him uncomfortable. He needed to consult with his friends to determine the best course of action. And he needed to do it before he let himself get in any deeper with Jazz.
Which reminded him. He needed to get the full scoop from her on who hired her and why. He hadn't pressed her for details at the gym, but then his attention had been on other things at the time.
He picked up his phone again and called her.
"Hey. You busy?"
"Not too busy for you."
"Then how about coming over to my house?"
"What's the address?"
"Want me to text it to you?"
"Just tell me. I'll be there in an hour."
Rock gave her the address and signed off. Now to wait and see if the pieces of the puzzle would come together.
*****
Fred Mindleton was not a man accustomed to being kept waiting. The fact that he had been waiting for over three minutes had him ill-tempered. His phone buzzed and he stabbed at the speaker-button angrily. "What?"
"Mr. Barnette is here, sir."
"Send him in."
Mindleton didn't bother to stand as the door opened. The man who entered had an appearance that made a many people nervous. Well over six feet, he had the build of a serious bodybuilder, a shaved head, and ink-work that covered nearly half his body. The flat black eyes of a shark stared from beneath his heavy brow in unblinking fashion, set in a face whose lines announced that he was a man unaccustomed to smiling. A heavy scar bisected his right eyebrow from hairline to eyelid.
People often made the mistake of underestimating Harry the Hammer Barnette, judging him on his appearance to be as deficient in mental capacity as he was endowed in physical. Fred Mindleton was not one of those people. Nor was he one who feared Barnette.
There was a time he would have, twenty years ago. Before Asha had
Jazz chuckled and rose on her knees to guide him inside her. "You know this job is looking real good."
Chapter Five
It's not that I think she's being dishonest it's just that I can't imagine anyone hiring a bodyguard to protect me. No brag, but I'm more than capable of taking care of myself.
Still, it prompts the question of why and who. That's something I intend to find out.
It does give me a bit of disappointment. If she were just a woman who'd appeared in my life out of coincidence then I could enjoy this a lot more. Knowing she was sent here to find me and is determined to do her job throws a little bit of a wet blanket on things. Is her attraction for me completely genuine?
And fuck, when did I become the man who couldn't tell when a woman was genuinely into me? I must really be off my game.
Rock took a seat on a wicker couch on the lanai of his house. He'd been mulling it over for two days and had finally reached a decision on his course of action. He pulled out his cell phone and placed a call. It rang half a dozen times before there was an answer.
"Yes?"
"Severin? Rock - I mean Conner."
"I'm surprised to hear from you."
"I'm surprised to be calling."
"If you are then it is of import."
"It is. At least to me. I need to meet with you and Andre. And Augustus, if possible. Can you arrange it?"
"Possibly. Can you tell me what it's about?"
Rock quickly told him what he'd learned from Jazz. Severin responded immediately when Rock finished. "When and where?"
"Wherever you choose and as soon as possible."
"Give me two hours."
"I'll be waiting."
Rock ended the call and stared out over the landscape. Few people outside of the man he'd just spoken with and those he'd requested to meet with were aware of his history, or his accomplishments. For the majority of the Seven he maintained the facade of the affable Shifter. Strong and capable, dependable and loyal, he was known to be intelligent but hardly viewed as someone with the mental capabilities to achieve what he'd accomplished as Rockwell Burns.
For someone to hire a bodyguard for him meant they had to know all about him and that made him uncomfortable. He needed to consult with his friends to determine the best course of action. And he needed to do it before he let himself get in any deeper with Jazz.
Which reminded him. He needed to get the full scoop from her on who hired her and why. He hadn't pressed her for details at the gym, but then his attention had been on other things at the time.
He picked up his phone again and called her.
"Hey. You busy?"
"Not too busy for you."
"Then how about coming over to my house?"
"What's the address?"
"Want me to text it to you?"
"Just tell me. I'll be there in an hour."
Rock gave her the address and signed off. Now to wait and see if the pieces of the puzzle would come together.
*****
Fred Mindleton was not a man accustomed to being kept waiting. The fact that he had been waiting for over three minutes had him ill-tempered. His phone buzzed and he stabbed at the speaker-button angrily. "What?"
"Mr. Barnette is here, sir."
"Send him in."
Mindleton didn't bother to stand as the door opened. The man who entered had an appearance that made a many people nervous. Well over six feet, he had the build of a serious bodybuilder, a shaved head, and ink-work that covered nearly half his body. The flat black eyes of a shark stared from beneath his heavy brow in unblinking fashion, set in a face whose lines announced that he was a man unaccustomed to smiling. A heavy scar bisected his right eyebrow from hairline to eyelid.
People often made the mistake of underestimating Harry the Hammer Barnette, judging him on his appearance to be as deficient in mental capacity as he was endowed in physical. Fred Mindleton was not one of those people. Nor was he one who feared Barnette.
There was a time he would have, twenty years ago. Before Asha had
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