For a moment, she wondered if he could read her mind, if he knew things about her that even the Unknown didn’t know.
Things no one should know.
Slowly, she nodded, her senses exploding in disbelief as she realized what she had done. Then he was stroking his hand along her arm, catching her hand in his and drawing her from the dance floor.
There were too many eyes watching, she told herself. She had to leave alone. She couldn’t leave with him. If she did so, then the rules would change. She would no longer be everyone’s “friend” and would then be seen as a possible f**k instead.
That could destroy her ability to do the job she had been doing for so many years now.
She had to stop this.
She had to make him let her go.
So why was she moving with him instead, allowing him to curl his fingers with hers, hold her hand possessively as they moved through the exit and into the parking lot?
His arm slid around her, his fingers curling over her hip as he drew her closer.
“Your car?” he asked, pausing just outside the door.
Gypsy swallowed tightly. “My car. My apartment.”
He nodded, following her lead to the Jeep, silent, watching her as she slid behind the wheel before he moved to the passenger side.
She was surprised he didn’t insist on driving. She was surprised when he simply slid into the seat, buckled his seat belt and stared back at her expectantly.
“I’ve lost my mind,” she muttered, then activated the engine, lowering the roof and then sliding the vehicle into gear and pulling from the parking slot. “This is not the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”
“Do you always do what’s smart?” he asked.
“If possible. Always, if possible.”
He smiled back at her rather than assuring her it wasn’t possible this time.
She had lost her mind tonight, but she promised herself she would find it as soon as he left. The second she was alone again she would find it, lock it up tight and make sure he couldn’t steal it from her ever again.
CHAPTER 10
She was going to make him crazy.
Rule could feel it coming.
The need to touch her, to taste her and to have her was burning through his system, engorging his c**k and tightening his balls to a near-painful degree.
Watching her dance on that damned dance floor, her body swaying and moving against those other men as she laughed and flirted with them, had caused more than one growl to escape his control.
All that had kept him from tearing those men apart was Dane’s order that the enforcers at the bar converge on her and ensure that she wasn’t the contact their suspected spies were passing information to.
Jonas wanted that link, just as he wanted to know the threat they could become where Claire Martinez was concerned.
Jonas was certain Gypsy was connected. He was certain she was either one of the links who gathered the information and reported it to an upper contact, or one of the last links in the chain of information.
Protecting her ass was becoming difficult. Hazardous maybe, because Jonas was just a little too complacent about the direction and lack of results in this investigation.
Added to that, her parents’ attempt to smuggle that damned audio recorder into the meeting was only increasing the attention on Gypsy, as well as the suspicion.
And none of it mattered right now.
Tonight, he didn’t f**king care what Jonas was doing, was up to, or how he would handle it.