Page 89 of Sixth Sin

“I’m sorry, what?”

I draw her back a few steps and tip her chin toward the brightly lit marquee. “Look up.”

Angel’s eyes widen. “You brought me back to a movie theater?”

“You’re not Alexandra Romanov tonight, and I’m not Dominic McCallum. We’re just two people going to see a movie, eating some popcorn, and being ignored like two totally normal, peaceful human beings.”

For a moment, I think I’ve fucked up. She’s completely silent and stock still. Statue still. Life goes on around her while she seems frozen in time.

This was stupid.

I’m about to call the whole thing off and take her back to the car when she slowly turns around, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You did this for me?”

“Don’t get all weird. It’s not a big deal.”

“Yeah, it is,” she chokes out, blinking back emotion. “It’s a big deal to me. This is…” Angel’s voice breaks, and she shakes her head, dragging in a shaky breath. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you, Dominic.”

I shrug. “Yeah, well, don’t thank me yet. It’s an action flick. Explosions, car chases, real James Bond kind of shit.”

A genuine smile brightens her face. “I don’t care.”

I’m in uncharted waters here. I know how to combat her attitude. I know how to handle her body. I know how to deal with her anger. But this…I have no defense. I don’t know how to cope with affection. The way she’s looking at me, it’s like I hung the moon.

If she only knew I stained it with blood first.

So, I pretend it’s not there. I lead her inside and find our seats in the very back left side of the theater. The place she’s least likely to be recognized. Just to ensure her privacy, I bought out the back four rows. I want her to feel normal, but I’m also not a moron.

As soon as the lights go down, I hear her let out a soft breath and feel the last of whatever tension has held her hostage the last week melt away.

Just as I promised, a quarter of the way into the movie, shit is blowing up left and right. Some terrorists just strapped a bomb to an SUV and the explosion burst through the surround sound like an earthquake. But I have no idea what the hell is going on in the movie.

I’ve been too focused on Angel’s nails.

For the past twenty minutes she’s trailed them up and down my thigh, inching closer and closer to where I’m rock hard and about to embarrass myself. I don’t know what game she’s playing, but it’s not funny anymore.

“Stop,” I growl, grabbing a firm hold around her wrist.

“Why?”

I grit my teeth. “It’s been seven days, rook. You get those fucking nails any closer and that SUV won’t be the only thing to explode.”

“Seven days is a long time.” Her voice is barely audible as she lifts the arm rest separating her seat from mine. “We should do something about that.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Even in the dark, I can see a different look in her eyes. “Want to know my second wish, Genie?”

No.

“Yes.”

“Well”—she drags a nail down the prominent bulge in my jeans—“I’ll have to rub the lamp to make it come true.”

I should stop her. Bringing her here wasn’t about me. It was to drag her out of whatever hole she’d fallen into. But, goddamn, the moment she unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper, I become mute. All I can do is watch as she reaches inside and pulls out my hard cock.

Right here.

In the movie theater.

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