“Ditch your boyfriend and come up to my room.” The smirking chemist puts his arm around my woman’s waist.
As he tugs her closer, it’s a goddamn miracle I don’t snap his wrist.
Oblivious to my internal struggle, her gaze shifts to his left hand. “What about your wife?”
“She’s back at home. What I do is none of her concern.” Scowling, he tightens his grip.
No act, her wince makes me inch forward, but a short toss of her red hair warns me not to intervene.
“Listen, I hardly know you.” Giggling, the actress flutters her damn eyelashes at him. No way she’s going to sleep with him. Even so, my fists clench, itching to beat against my chest.
Me Tarzan.
Eyes on me, the slimeball caresses her face, and slips a loose curl behind her ear. “We both know John Bourdin. If he gives his blessing, will you consider my offer? Believe me, a man of my wealth can treat you far better than your so-called boyfriend.”
His disdain makes me want to drag the cheating dirtbag outside and pummel him to a bloody pulp.
Right now, my hands are tied, but soon, Ahmad, real soon.
Kell rubs her nose to his, much like a kitten. “Call John. Do it. For me.”
Excellent ploy, babe.
I pinch my lips to cover my smirk. The coyote’s in lockup, his phone locked up.
Sorry douchebag.
Not giving up, the sleazy player shoves his screen in front of her face. “This is my company.”
He swipes. “Here is one of my many homes.”
O’Malley studies the photos for a long time as if making up her mind but hands the electronics back with a shrug. “Sorry, I don’t do one-night stands.”
“What game are you two playing, huh? You take me for a fool?” Snarling, the man clamps onto her upper arm.
“Let go!” When she kicks him in the shins, the man doesn’t flinch.
Wondering why she’s holding back, I recoil my elbow, happy images of decking him dancing in my head.
As I’m about to strike, she winks. “I got this, sweetheart.”
Fingers clenched, Glock unholstered, I follow them out. Before I can shout stop, she swivels. Fingers around his neck, she thrusts up her knee. He crumples into the snow, moaning, hands cupped over his crotch.
Ouch.I step over the asshole, tug her to me, and brush a kiss across her lips. “Note to self. Never piss off an ex-Marine.”
“Oorah.” Squatting, she removes a wallet from his back pocket.
While she thumbs through it, she says, “Can you grab our coats? We should go.”
By the time I return, she’s hogtied the man and dragged him behind a bush. A glove in his mouth muffles his curses.
Finger near my pistol’s trigger, head on a swivel, I hand over her jacket. “I thought we agreed. Gather data.”
“Yeah, well, plans change.” She tucks a passport into my hand.
Flipping the pages, my pulse quickens. “Last valid stamp is Canada. The U.S. entry is a fake.”
My border guard nudges Ahmad with her boot. “Sorry,mon ami, I believe you are under arrest.”
