him drug your damn drink?”
“He didn’t,” I assure him.
“I saw it from across the room, Remington.” Oh, how I’ve grown to hate the sound of my full name from his dumb lips. “What would you have done if I wasn’t here?”
“Probably gone home with him,” I snap back, even though the thought of getting drugged and raped makes my hands literally begin to shake. “Stay the hell away from me.”
Pushing away from the bar, I turn to head out the front door. He’s right on my damn heels, the warmth of his body a constant reminder that no matter how often I run, he’s going to be right there. At least until he gets to go back to St. Louis and is replaced by the next flunky tasked with ruining my damn life.
“How did you find me anyway?” I hiss once we get outside.
Sweat that formed in the humid bar chills my damp skin, forcing me to wrap my arms around myself.
“It’s my damn job to find you. You promised you wouldn’t take off.”
“When you were sick,” I clarify. “Besides, you hate chasing after me, so just go back home.”
“And leave you out here so someone can hurt you?”
He grabs my arm, spinning me around to face him before I can get too far down the sidewalk.
“I’m a damn job, a fucking paycheck for you. Don’t start acting like you care what happens to me.”
He inches in so close I can feel his breath on my lips when he speaks. “I won’t have a job if you end up raped, murdered, and on the evening news.”
“Just perfect. You should just—”
His lips are on mine, his hand at my waist, fingers flexing into the thin fabric of my dress. When did his body get so close to mine?
I groan into the kiss, hating that it feels so good but unable to pull my face back.
His tongue swipes over mine aggressively, a bid to regain whatever power he feels like he’s lost. He groans a rough growl when I angle my head to deepen it. With his body flush against mine, I can feel every inch of him—every lying, deceitful inch. If he ever breathes a word that he doesn’t want me, I’ll remind him just how hard it was to resist me.
I cup his jaw, slowing the kiss, forcing him to transform from forceful into something a little calmer.
I whimper at the roll of his hips, ready to throw it all out the window and risk getting arrested for indecent exposure just to feel more of his body against mine.
“Stop,” he hisses, his feet and head jerking away, carrying him several feet from me.
He’s not unaffected, the evidence in his panting breaths and the erection straining behind his slacks.
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do that?” I mock. “You’re the one who kissed me. Tell me you aren’t so delusional that you think I started that.”
“Can’t happen,” he mutters, looking away and swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, the act more insulting than refusing a kiss in the first place.
“Still. You kissed me.”
“You kissed me back,” he argues like a kid in trouble.
“Very mature.”
“Never again,” he says quietly. “That can’t ever happen again.”
“Fine by me,” I lie, turning around and walking away.
Chapter 13
Flynn
I stare at the ringing phone in my hand, wondering how much it would cost just to hop on a plane to Mexico for a few weeks. I know why he’s calling, just like I know what I did last night was wrong.
I also know I can’t avoid him forever. What does scare me is that he’s going to tell me to come home, and even with as much complaining as I did to Wren yesterday before he transferred me to Ignacio, I know I don’t want to leave. Hell, I don’t think I can leave. But maybe it’s for the best because how the hell do I keep my hands off of her now that I know what her tongue feels like against mine. How do I walk away knowing what that little whimper of hers did to my body?
I press the answer button. “Flynn Coleman.”
A snort of laughter. “It’s a little late to start acting professional now isn’t it.”
“Are you alone?” I ask my boss.
The last thing I need are witnesses to my downfall.
“Were you alone last night on the street while you were making out with your client?”
Fuck, did more photos hit the paper? And here I was thinking Wren spilled the beans.
“Charles and Carla