“Fine, I’ll come with you,” I hiss under my breath as I stand on my own, because the only thing worse than being carried off by a man I just met is being escorted off by a federal agent I don’t know at all.
Chapter Eight
The fire in Evie’s eyes has my dick hard. I take her bag from her grip and then place my free hand on her lower back, guiding her off the plane. As soon as we’re in the tunnel and away from all the prying fucking eyes of the other passengers, Evie shrugs away from me.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” She turns and seethes.
I smile. “Trust me, mi alma, I plan on touching you a hell of a lot more.”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She folds her arms over her chest. “I know what you did, creep.”
“What did I do?” I keep walking. My hand reaches for her lower back, my fingers clenching around the fabric of her dress when she tries to move away again. “Don’t,” I warn her.
“Don’t what?” she asks me. “And you know what you did. You watched me sleep, and God only knows what else you did. Is that your thing? Touching unsuspecting women while they’re passed out and can’t say no?”
I chuckle. “No. Touching you, however, is definitely becoming my thing.”
“You better find a new thing because you won’t have hands left to touch me with if you even so much as think about doing it.” Her chest rises and falls in an exaggerated huff. She’s mad.
Before we make it out of the tunnel, I press Evie up against the wall. “Are you threatening me? Because I gotta be honest, mi alma, people who threaten me don’t live long enough to do it twice.”
“Areyouthreateningme? I’m not scared of you. Now get the fuck off me, you psycho.” Her hands shove at my chest, and I take a step back. Not because I want to, but because I don’t need to bemaking any more of a scene in the fucking airport than what we already have.
“Not threatening.Educating. I’d very much prefer to keep you alive,” I tell her.
“What the hell do you want with me, Emmanuel?” she says, and the sound of my name on her lips…? Fuck me, I want to hear her scream it for the entire fucking world to hear.
“You,” I reply simply.
“Me?” Her eyes widen. “You can’t have me. I’m not available.”
“You don’t have a boyfriend or a husband. You’re available.” I shrug.
“You don’t know that, and just because I don’t have a man, doesn’t mean I want or need one. Especially not a creep who does shit to me when I’m asleep.”
“I didn’t touch you,” I tell her. She seems really hung up on the fact I watched her sleep. “Actually, I did. I wiped your makeup off your face. But other than that, I didn’t touch you.”
“You… wiped my makeup off? Why?”
“I’ve heard it’s not good to sleep in that shit. Besides, you don’t need it,” I say.
“Yes, I do. But… don’t do that again. In fact, how about you just don’t watch me sleep again either and let me get back on the plane so I can go home.”
“I’m not agreeing to those terms.” My hand lands on her lower back. This time, she doesn’t try to shrug me off.
“Where are you taking me? Somewhere you can have your filthy way with me against my will? Is that what gets you off? Helpless women?”
And she’s back to that.I roll my eyes. “You’re not helpless, Evie, and I wouldn’t take you against your will.WhenI take you, it’ll be because you’re begging me to do it.”
“Yeah? Do me a favor and hold your breath until that happens,” she hisses.
Paz is waiting for me at the end of the tunnel. He has Evie’s luggage.
“You?” Evie stomps over to him. “Are you gay?”
My lips tip up. Paz looks confused. “No, ma’am,” he says with a shake of his head.
“Then why the hell wouldn’t you give me your number?” Evie asks.
