He looked at me, his face as dark as thunder.
I smiled at him.
For some reason, his face stayed dark and his gaze moved to the room.
“Get out,” he told everyone.
My smile died.
“Hector!” I snapped.
No one seemed offended by this and everyone moved to leave. There were smiles and Monty even chuckled.
I didn’t think this was funny.
Hector was being rude!
“You don’t have to leave,” I told them, putting my mug on the desk but they were gone, the door closing behind Tom, right before it did, I saw him turn then wink then he disappeared from sight.
I glared at Hector.
“That was rude,” I told him.
He was three feet away from me.
Then, without apparently moving, he was right there, his arms around me, crushingly tight. My body plastered against his, his mouth came down hard on mine.
His kiss took my breath away. The only thing I could do was put my hands to either side of his neck and hold on.
He tore his mouth from mine and touched our foreheads for a nanosecond before moving back an inch.
His eyes were blazing hot, not with desire or anger but with something else that still made my knees go weak.
“Scared the shit out of me,” he told me.
At the depth of feeling in his voice, all my organs at once ceased working.
“Hector,” I whispered.
“Don’t remember the last time I was f**kin’ scared. I don’t f**kin’ get scared. That’s why I used to find trouble. Would do anything, try anything, f**kin’ fearless. Drove Mamá up the wall. Even undercover for the Agency. I fed off the danger. Loved every f**kin’ minute of it. Never felt fear. Not once. Not until last night.”
Oh… my… God!
Did he just say that?
He went on, “I didn’t like it, Sadie.”
Yes, he just said it.
My fingers tightened on his neck.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
“This has got to end,” he told me and I really didn’t like the tone of his voice. I didn’t like it so much my fingers went even tighter at his neck.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“That means Plan B.”