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Our families are enemies.
“I’m going back to Laura’s apartment. I shouldn’t be here.” With the tips of the paper towel, I swipe across my forehead and then down my cheek before tossing them aside. Looking in the mirror doesn’t help my predicament, and the cool water did nothing to help me look less affected.
My light eyes show excitement with just a hint of fear.
My skin is flushed, and goose bumps sweep across my sensitive flesh.
My lips are curling up at the corner and into a tiny smile as I apply a bit of gloss over them.
“This is not good. Really not good.” I push away from the sink, my wristlet falling to my side as I close my eyes and breathe. I need a plan out of here, and asking Signio or the ladies I’m here with is out of the question.
They’d ask too many questions. Some hold no qualms in selling me out either.
“Enough time has passed.” I’m closing my eyes as I say this and taking in a very deep inhale. “Count to twenty and walk out, get on that elevator, and call Laura from a cab. You can do this.” Another inhale and I mumble out numbers one through ten slowly. I’m trembling. Breathing hard. “Christ, I beg you to help a girl out here.” There’s the creak of a door and I freeze, but the two male voices are coming from outside and I sigh because it’s the men’s bathroom. “I promise to go to mass this week.”
The voices fade as the door closes, and I wait another few seconds before continuing with my counting. I’m on number fourteen when my phone vibrates inside my wristlet. My brows furrow as it stops, only to start up again. Has to be Laura wondering where I ran to.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” a voice says from behind me. It’s masculine and rich and my eyes snap open, meeting an amused pair of cognac ones in the mirror above the sink. “Well?”
“You.” That’s all I say. It’s all I can get out.
“Me.” Alejandro takes the few steps between us, stopping when his chest presses against my back. His arms cage me in. His hands grip the counter’s edge beside my own as he sweeps his lips over the shell of my ear, releasing a rough exhale against my skin. “And it’s very nice to meet you, too, Miss Quintero.”
5
HER LIPS PART, but no words come out.
Instead, she’s watching me through the mirror, her expressive eyes saying everything that she can’t:
She’s afraid.
She’s curious.
She’s confused.
This little flower is wondering how the fuck she’s found herself within the grasp of her father’s enemy. Staring at a man she should be running from, and yet, Solimar Quintero won’t.
Miss Quintero is drawn to me. She’s proven as much while watching me from her area of the VIP section, smiling and licking her lips—unconsciously taking a few steps in my direction.
Nothing made her look away until she saw my gun.
She’ll soon learn that running from me is unacceptable. You don’t hide. You don’t leave my sight.
“How did you...” She swallows hard as I press closer, the feel of her curves against my harsher planes burning me as I anchor her to the modern countertop. “You shouldn’t be in here.”
“And yet I am.”
“Why?” The million-dollar question. Why am I here?
The truth is that I’m intrigued by this member of the Quintero family, and where the usual reaction is anger, with her it’s the opposite. She’s set off a different kind of desire, and those eyes, a unique shade of grey, make my pulse race as they watch me. She’s made me hungry for a taste of her soft, tanned skin and cherry lips.
There’s something about her that’s drawing me in, and I want to figure out the why.
I need to decipher why her beauty has been physically hidden from the media. From me.
I want to own her. Ruin her. Take her innocence and corrupt her.
“We need to talk, Miss Quintero.” Shivers rush down her spine as my lips leave an open-mouthed kiss on her neck. “You need to explain a few things.”
