Bachelor Unleashed - Brenda Jackson [26]
Including Farrah.
Why did the thought of grouping Farrah with all his other bed partners leave a bad taste in his mouth? Probably for the same reason he’d stayed with her longer than the others. For him, eleven months was a long time to sleep with the same woman. Hell, normally something like that could get downright boring. But there hadn’t been a damn boring thing about Farrah. She had made her bed one of the most exciting places to be. But, like the others, he’d never invited her over to his place to share his bed. Umm, he would have to remedy that one day.
“So, who is she, X?”
He couldn’t very well say she wasn’t someone York knew since Xavier had introduced Farrah to all five of his godbrothers at Donovan and Natalie’s wedding in June. But what he could do was be evasive as hell, which wouldn’t be the first time. “Why do you want to know? And aren’t you supposed to be checking out Ellie’s friend Darcy?”
He smiled as he could actually hear York growling through the cell phone. “Hell, don’t mess with me like that, X. The woman and I don’t get along. I’m convinced she hates my guts.”
Xavier laughed. Bad blood had developed between the two when, during Darcy’s first week of moving to New York, she’d encountered a burglar who’d broken into her home while she slept. By the time the police had arrived, Darcy Owens had already administered her own brand of punishment to the unsuspecting criminal, who hadn’t known she had a black belt in karate.
Ellie had gotten York out of bed to go across town to check on her friend. When he’d gotten there and discovered what had happened, he’d raked Darcy over the coals for placing her life in danger instead of letting the NYPD handle it. Darcy evidently hadn’t appreciated York’s attitude, and the two hadn’t been exactly bosom buddies since. Frankly, Xavier had a feeling York liked Darcy more than he was letting on.
“You still haven’t told me who’s your date, X.”
At that moment the bell over the elevator sounded, the door opened and Farrah waked out. Xavier smiled. Saved by the bell. “And I won’t. Goodbye, Y.”
He quickly disconnected the call and stuffed the phone in his coat pocket. His smile widened when Farrah came to a stop in front of him. She was wearing her full-length coat again, but he couldn’t wait to see the outfit she had on underneath it. “Ready?”
She smiled up at him. “Yes, I’m ready.”
Xavier doubted very seriously that Farrah Langley was ready for what he had in store for her tonight.
“The play was wonderful, Xavier. Thanks for taking me,” Farrah said, glancing across the length of the rear car seat. She really hadn’t been surprised when he’d swept her off her feet again to put her in the car at the hotel, and again when they’d arrived and left the theater. But she was surprised he had kept distance between them in the car now.
Although he’d ordered the privacy shield drawn and the lights dimmed, things were a lot different tonight than they had been last night when she’d practically sat in his lap during the car ride back to the hotel, and he’d kissed her so fervently her panties got wet.
“I thought so, too,” he agreed. “And I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
She glanced out the window and saw they were headed in the opposite direction from her hotel. “Where are we going?”
“I thought I’d take you for a ride across the river on a ferry boat.”
“A ferry boat? In this weather?”
He chuckled. “It’s a private barge and we won’t have to get out of the car. I thought you’d like seeing the Statue of Liberty up close.”
“You were able to arrange something like that tonight? At this hour?”
“Yes, as much as security would allow, which is understandable.”
She nodded, knowing it was. She looked out the window and saw