Hector and Sadie!
Oh my God.
We were Hector… and… Sadie!
“Elevator’s on its way,” Luke said through my freak out, clearly not seeing anything wrong with a “Hector and Sadie’.
Then a different panic seized me and, without a word, I turned and started toward the door.
I got three steps when an arm sliced around my waist, Smooth Move Hector caught me and turned me into his body.
“Where you goin’?” he asked, his brows drawn, his eyes scanning my face.
“I can’t do this,” I blurted, Pretend Sadie gone, Ice Princess Sadie enjoying a cocktail by an imaginary pool, Take Charge Sadie getting a facial, it was just me and I couldn’t do this.
No way.
I was no Rock Chick; I’d never been to a rock concert in my life.
My favorite recording artist was Madonna, for goodness sake!
“Why?” Hector asked.
“I like Madonna,” I told him, unable to stop myself.
Hector stared at me like I’d just announced my devotion to Engelbert Humperdinck.
“What?”
“Madonna!” I cried as the elevator doors opened. “Like a Virgin? Confessions on a Dance Floor? You know, Madonna!”
His face cleared and he started grinning. “I know Madonna.”
“Well then, there you go. I’m not a Rock Chick, I’m a Pop Chick. Pop Chicks aren’t cool, they don’t go to gigs. They don’t rock out! They go to clubs and dance! And I didn’t ever do that either!”
He ignored my rant, turned us, arm firm around my shoulders and guided us toward the elevator.
I struggled.
With little effort, Hector controlled the struggle and got me in the elevator.
“Hector!” I snapped. “Didn’t you hear me?”
“You’ll be fine,” he said as he leaned to the side, taking me with him and tagged the button.
“I won’t be fine.”
“You will.”
“I won’t!
The doors closed and Hector curled my solid body into his arms.
He was still grinning.
“I see I gotta loosen you up,” he told me, his eyes dancing but they were warm and intense.
Oh no.