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They all look at each other and I see Tor battling back a smile.
Again, zero response. Not even a glance in my direction.
“I’ll take it from here,” Tor says, and they step back.
He reaches for my arm to lead me away, but I snatch it back and wave my finger at him. “Oh, no you don’t, Mr. Suspect. I’m getting on that plane.”
“No, ma’am, you are not,” says TSA Lady. “And if you insist…” She takes a deep breath, hands on her narrow hips, “you’ll be arrested. So I suggest you leave with your guardian now.”
Arrested?
“Come along, Natalie. Be a good girl.” Tor drapes his arm around my shoulders, leading me out of the room, tossing a wink at the TSA lady as he drags my broken roller bag along with us.
I look up at him, with my teeth set. “My guardian?”
He snickers, all cocky and sexy and…
I yank my eyes away from his face and find myself looking down at his pants.
Again.
And I wonder if the agents got an eyeful of the heat he’s packing, because he’s the one that should be arrested for walking into an airport with a loaded weapon.
Chapter Seven
Tor
“What was that? Do you need mental health support?” She screws up her face as I walk us out of the security area with her pitiful wobbly roller bag vibrating in my hand.
“Couldn’t let you leave, so I did what I had to do.”
“Well, Mr. Saman.” She draws out the enunciation of my last name and I want to let her know it’s going to be hers soon, but she’s so fucking cute all riled up. Her little tantrum is making my dick hard, so I let her finish. “I have to be somewhere. I have something important I have to attend. If I’m not there by morning, it will wreck my sister’s wedding.”
She’s stomping like a toddler and all I can think about is turning her bratty ass over my knee and swatting that bubble butt a few times.
I pretend to be curious about where she was going and why, even though I know every last detail already. It pays to have a team of PIs on retainer. “A wedding, huh?”
“Yes, a wedding. Which you would have known if you’d bothered to check before pulling that stunt back there. And there are no more flights out tonight, and even if there were, I think I’m probably on a no-fly list now. So thanks a bunch.”
Where some people see problems, I see solutions. “Don’t stress, Sweet Cheeks. I’ll get you where you need to go.”
I wouldn’t let her miss her sister’s wedding. I wouldn’t let her go without me either, so here we are.
Her eyes snap wide, arms crossed, pushing up her cleavage, which only serves to make me salivate. The thought of getting those pert little nipples that are poking through her shirt into my mouth is jamming up my logical thought process.
She stops walking in the middle of a crowded area in front of the arrival and departure monitors.
“Get out of the way.” A forty-something dude in flip-flops and a Vegas t-shirt snaps, shouldering his way by.
Rage envelops me as he knocks Natalie off balance with the enormous duffel hanging on his shoulder, and like a cat striking at a mouse, I’ve got my hand around the strap of his bag, swinging him around to face me.
“What the fuck, man?” He sneers as I tug him my way until we are chest to chest.
“Watch where you’re fucking going. You practically knocked my wife over.” The words feel like sweet honey butter on my tongue as Natalie shoots me a shocked look and I give duffel bag guy a hard shove forward. “Nobody disrespects my wife.”
The word feels so fucking good, I had to try it on again.
Natalie is shaking her head, her brunette waves breaking around her shoulders.
