Cozen by Bethany-Kris

Author:Bethany-Kris [Bethany-Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bethany-Kris
Published: 2018-06-03T18:00:00+00:00

Sargon took a place against the wall as Cozen made her way inside the hotel room. Instantly, she was greeted by several people. People who were there to either pamper her, or serve her in some way.

That’s what Jett hired them for. He loved to spoil his women, apparently.

Sargon wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about Cozen getting lumped into the category as one of Jett’s women—how many there were, Sargon was unsure—but here he was. And there she was, too.

Looking entirely out of place, sure, but there she was.

“Miss Taylor, it’s great to finally meet you!” the bubbly blonde said, stepping forward from the others. “I brought you a few things to look over, but I think—now that I finally have eyes on you—the navy blue piece will be the best.”

Cozen blinked.

Sargon chuckled.

“Of course, you can look over everything. It’s your choice in the end.”

Cozen glanced his way, and Sargon offered her a smile. “Start with hello, hmm?”

She turned back to the people, still looking like she didn’t know what was happening, or if she was entirely comfortable with it. Sargon knew that feeling all too well.

“Um, hello,” Cozen said.

She waved an awkward hand.

Sargon almost smiled.

He didn’t think he had ever seen her look so off-kilter than she did in that moment. Clearly, this was not what she had been expecting to be waiting for her inside the hotel room. He had to wonder if she was the type to let people fawn over her.

A massage was one thing.

This was different.

“They are here to serve at your pleasure,” Sargon said when Cozen glanced his way. “Whatever you need or might want to make you feel wonderful, and get you ready for the evening. Should you need something, let one of them know.”

Cozen looked back at the waiting people.

The bubbly blonde personal shopper who had spent the day in the city finding her the perfect dress for the evening. A woman to manage Cozen’s russet waves into something pretty—not that he thought she didn’t look wonderful with her hair loose and free. Another woman to make her face up, and someone else to let her look through jewelry that might match the sapphire necklace.

Quickly, she glanced back at him, asking, “And where will you be?”

“Right outside the door.”

Trying not to think about tonight.

His mind was being a bitch today.

Nothing new.

It started the moment he knew she was going in a spa to get a massage. The idea of someone else touching her had felt like an icepick sticking inside his brain. He had told her the idea of a man touching her bothered him, but it hadn’t really mattered.

Man.

Woman.

It all made him want to choke someone to fucking death, really. No one needed to be touching her but him. Not a masseuse, not the guy making her coffee in the mornings, and definitely not Jett Griffin.

Fuck.

Yeah, that’s what Sargon was: fucked.

Cozen hugged the black velvet case belonging to the sapphire necklace to her chest. “And then what’s going to happen?”

“Dinner at a very upscale place.

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