Page 5 of Faith

If he ever figured out she was also a member, he would never let her hear the end of it.

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Jensen wasout of the car before it came to a complete stop. He needed space, away from Nic, away from it all. Mostly…her. God, he’d had to deal with the long flight over, and now this.

He made sure to keep all of his feelings buried beneath the surface. Nic would not be happy about them. Or how many times he’d awakened with a hard-on in the last two months after a hot dream of her. More than once he’d had to fight the urge to go to her. Now, they were in romantic Hawaii and she would insist on wearing those fucking little bikinis.

“Jensen?” He realized she’d walked past him to the front door. Marta, the housekeeper, had already opened it.

“Sorry. Jet lag.”

She gave him a look that told him she didn’t believe him, but she didn’t push it. One of the bad things about having his former sober companion as his personal assistant—she just didn’t put up with his shit.

At least there would be no thigh highs here. Granted, he had never gotten proof of what she was wearing, but he was a man who knew silk stockings when he saw them. He particularly liked the back seamed ones.

Jensen fought off a shudder. Even as he thanked the gods that he was avoiding short skirts and stockings, he knew she was going to be wearing short skirts to show off her tanned legs, and camisoles that bared even more of her skin.

“Come on. Get changed and go out to Rough ‘n Ready. I’m not in the mood to deal with you anymore. Aloha, Marta. Howzit?”

He loved the way that no matter where they were, she could slip into the local language and slang. It was her way of showing respect. He knew it came from all her travels in her skating competition days, but it had appealed to him. It made him look smarter. There was the added thrill he got when she spoke another language. Italian was a particular favorite of his.

“Everything is good, Nicola.”

“Great. We really don’t need you tonight. I ate on the plane and I’m heading over to my friend’s house later. Mr. Wulf is going out tonight.”

“Of course,” Marta said as she stepped back to let both of them come into the house.

They had never owned property on the islands before. It wasn’t a place they had any interest in until a year or two ago. Because of the frequent trips, though, the family had decided to buy another house. This one had become a particular favorite of his. It boasted an open floor plan with floor to ceiling windows that looked out on the Pacific. The light paint on the walls, along with amazing views, gave the house an airy feel.

“Everything looks wonderful,” Nic said. “But then, that’s what I’ve come to expect.”

Marta beamed as she followed them down the hall. Nic always knew what to say to people to let them know she appreciated their work. It was one of the things he liked about her and also one of the reasons he’d hired her as his PA.

Today, it just made him cranky. Cranky and horny.

Bloody hell.

“I stocked the fridge to your specifications; plus, I found some fruit at the farmer’s market I thought you would like.”

“You are a goddess, Marta. What would I do without you?” Nic asked.

Again, the right thing.

“Thank you, Marta,” he said. She smiled at him and hurried out to organize everything that had come in from the car.

“I would suggest an ice-cold shower.”

“What?” he asked turning on Nicola. How did she know?

“I said, that maybe you should take an ice-cold shower. You need to cool off and calm down.”

His phone rang before he could respond. His brother’s ring so he clicked it on.

“Bloody hell, I just got here.”

“I love you, too,” Jakob said.

“What do you want?”