She raised her hand at me and took a cell out from her shirt pocket. It had to be her personal phone. She tapped the screen and studied the cell screen. “It’s room service with our lunch,” she reported to me then she tapped the phone again and shoved it back into her pocket. Before turning away, she paused to lower her shirt enough to show me something odd in her black lace bra. Not her breast like I would have preferred but a sheath with a slim blade in it. Then she gave me a wink and turned to show me her sweet, shapely ass.
I sucked in a deep breath as those jean covered cheeks made me hard all over again. But I soon realized she wasn’t showing me her sweet ass. She had a small gun sticking out of the waistband of her jeans.
I watched those hips sway as she headed to the door. This woman was a female from my dreams. Tough, sexy, Latino and fucking beautiful.
“Room service!” a loud voice called out from the other side of the door.
She placed her hand on the gun at her back and undid the chain then popped the lock on the doorknob.
A man in a uniform came into the room while rolling a trolley in. He parked it in the middle of the room, then turned to look at me.
I took note of his dark eyes and the look in them. I looked across the room at Selena.
She already had her weapon out and held it at her side.
The bell boy turned to the cart then looked over at her.
Selena had swiftly hidden her gun behind her back.
“If you need anything else, please call the desk.” He smiled at her and bowed.
“I will add a good gratuity for you.” Selena smiled at him.
He gave her a respectful nod and left the room.
Selena hurried over to the door to shut it and engaged the locks again.
I let out a sigh of relief. Looking up at her, she wasn’t at the door anymore. I swung my gaze over to the trolley.
Selena had taken the lids from the dishes and was leaning over to look at them closely.
“I’m glad to see the food. I’m starving. If I say I haven’t eaten in days that would be an understatement. The soups of the last couple of days were…” My voice faded away as I looked from the dishes up to her face.
She slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry Carlos, but you can’t have any of it.”
I pouted as I could now smell the burgers and the fries on that trolley. Well, maybe not a pout but it was close. Looking up, I saw that she was no longer at the cart. Mierda…wow, the woman could move like a shadow.
She had already rushed across the room and had grabbed her pack. Then her small suitcase. Turning, she stared at me. “Can you walk?”
I shrugged. “He wasn’t the bell hop,” I stated as it now wasn’t a question.
“No, I do not believe that he was.”
“I did get that twinge at the cold look in his eyes, but I saw no other sign.”
“Si, I also saw his eyes.” Selena went over and grabbed a few things from the side of my bed. “In addition, he wore a bellhop uniform but the pants were at least an inch too short. The shirt didn’t fit well either. Then his shoes were…well, the same kind that most of my men wear. Mexican made. He also…” she paused and shook her head. “Had that look.” She tossed me a pair of sweats.
I caught them and stared at her. “I never noticed all of that but yes. I get the part about the look.” I swung my legs over the side of the bed as I’d worn boxers under the covers all day. I put one foot through the sweats and then the other. I’d had a few days of walking therapy from the nurse after I awoke but I was still kind of weak. “It’s a dead look,” I added as I stood on my feet and pulled the sweats up the rest of the way. “…in their eyes. One that shows a person has killed people.” Looking up at her, I saw she had halted to stare at me. “One could say you and I have that look, but I disagree. I only killed men who forced me to. They wanted to take my life. You are the same.”
Selena made no comment as she came over and moved a wheelchair out from the corner. “I don’t know how fast thisgetaway will be while using a chair. He will wait long enough for the sedatives in that food to work, then he will be here.” Wheeling the chair over, she motioned for me to sit in it.
I shook my head. “We won’t be using that.”
“You can’t…” She sighed.
“I can.” I nodded at her. “Hand me that cane. Fuck the chair.”
She shook her head. “I don’t have time to argue, Carlos. If you collapse, we will be dead.”
