Page 106 of Secret Gifts
I’m wishing I had my gun. If one more groping guy tries to feel me up, I swear I’ll slam him to the ground and show him how I was taught to fight.
At least this mask covers the face of the girl I don’t truly recognize. It seems to help me separate this world from my own - though Simone would love to have me in this world with her for all time. She’s so frigging wild. So hybrid.
I laugh as she teases an unworthy hybrid, and he follows her around like a lost pup while buying her a new drink every time she runs low.
Suddenly, the scent of melted chocolate and dark cherry finds me, and my stomach knots as warm hands slide around my waist. I feel his front pressing against my back as he moves me to the music, our bodies almost melding together.
My eyes dart up to the mirror to see his face masked in red, but it’s just his eyes and nose that are covered. I can see his soft, full lips right beside my ear as his hooded head lowers.
“I see you’re taking my advice, finally,” his incredible accented voice releases, and I shiver under the heat of his breath as it finds my neck and trails down to my shoulder.
“I’m trying,” I force out with some composure.
His lips turn up in a smile as he grips me a little tighter. His red hooded sweatshirt stops me from seeing his hair completely, but I can see some of the dirty blond color sticking out.
He brings his lips closer to my ear, and he whispers so low that even I can barely hear him. “I need you back in the field. I have a lead, but I need the United’s resources to follow it through. There could be at least thirty United prisoners of war in it for you. They’ll be in the place I need fumigated… if you know what I mean. I think the Scorpion group has left a trail there. All I need you to do is use the prisoners as a reason for the tracking mission, and then get everyone out after the bust before they contaminate the scene.”
I swallow hard as his breath lingers for a moment too long, and then I shake my head.
“I can’t. I’ve been grounded at Seminole. They won’t let me back in the field.”
He smiles again, seeming to hold a secret.
“Look up Culligan Parchment. I think you’ll find it useful for getting you back where you belong.”
“What do you mean? What’s that?” I murmur, while turning around.
My breath hitches as his eyes catch mine, and his hands burn against my back as I feel skin on skin contact.
“Just look it up, and don’t tell your mind reading boyfriend,” he whispers.
“Why?” I muse, though it’s not like it matters.
Jase has been on silent stalk since the day I reached Seminole.
“Just trust me. Don’t tell him. I haven’t steered you wrong yet.”
He pulls back, his smile growing as his scandalous eyes become alight with the full sight of me. He takes my hand in his, and his eyes shift toward the door where no one stands.
“I need to go. You’ll have company in a minute,” he murmurs gently, and then his soft, incredible kiss finds the back of my hand for a brief second.
“Who?” I muse, my eyes moving back to the doorway, but still it’s empty.
I feel his hand lose mine, and I turn back around to the vacant air that is toying with my mind. I’m starting to wonder if I’m just imagining him.
I stand alone, turning away a drooling, lustful fool when he tries to grope me. Next time, I'm bringing my gun.
As the song changes, I feel cool hands running along my waist as the scent of sex and candy finds me. I want to scream, jump up and down, or dance like a silly child, but I just sway gently with the sexiness of the song, letting my hips seduce him the way a hybrid should.
My attention turns to the other wall mirror, enjoying the view behind me like a long awaited oasis in the desert. My full blood’s masked face is beyond sexy as those soft, desirable lips linger too close to my cheek.
“I suppose I should mention I’ve been seeing someone, so this might be inappropriate,” I seductively tease, and his smile grows as his hands slide down to my hips.
“You’ve been seeing someone? Is it serious?” he says while playing along, letting his lips trail over my neck.
I fight hard to breathe now. Such a simple, mindless task becomes incredibly hard to do.
“I thought so, until he cut off all contact with me for three weeks. Now I’m starting to question his feelings,” I murmur, keeping my voice from cracking.
