Page 32 of Her Reluctant Hero
“You look fantastic.”
She wondered that he could recognize her. He was staring at her breasts again. She’d expected it, though, and hadn’t worn a bra beneath the soft fabric. She could see by the light in his eyes that he liked it.
Whatever it took to find out where her son was.
“Did your friend come?” he asked as he led her through the crowd to an alcove, guarded by another big guy. Henry nodded at the man as he passed, but the men didn’t make eye contact.
Was he taking her back there to fuck her? Here? She was willing to sleep with him to get inside the mansion. Doing so would erase Alex’s touch on her skin, but she could make the sacrifice if it meant getting to her son. She’d be damned if she slept with him before she got what she wanted. She was done with that.
He started up the steps to what looked like a plush and cozy booth, the stage already set with two glasses and a bottle of wine. Seriously, did the guy get laid this way?
She’d certainly led him to believe he would get lucky tonight.
Slowly he turned as she tugged at the sleeve of his expensive suit. He lifted one dark eyebrow in question.
“I love this song. Let’s dance.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but she was already moving away toward the floor, beckoning him to follow with a wiggle of her breasts. Reluctantly he did, and she rewarded him with a slide of her ass against his crotch.
God. He had been ready to fuck her. She needed to keep him out on the floor as long as she could.
He leaned down as the next song started. “I got us some good stuff back at the table.”
“Oh, one more song, please?” She widened eyes. “I never get to go dancing back home.” That wasn’t a lie.
He grunted, and this time she hooked an arm around his neck and pressed against him, shimmied, then moved away.
Again he tried to lure her to the alcove, but she backed up. “I have to powder my nose.” Did women still say that? She hadn’t had much human interface the past four years, only what she saw on TV.
Apparently he understood her, because he pointed in the right direction. But she could sense his frustration. She would have to get him off, but leave him wanting more so he’d take her back to the mansion.
A hand clamped over her mouth as she approached the women’s restroom and a hard body propelled her forward through the door. She struggled for balance, impossible in the shoes and she whipped her head up.
And met Alex’s eyes in the mirror in front of her.
“Alex,” she gasped when he released her, her heart swelling, only to be deflated by suspicion. She wheeled on him. “You followed me?”
His eyes were black, his brow furrowed. “Keep it down. What the hell do you think you’re doing out there?”
She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You know why I’m here.”
“I know why you’re here, but nothere.” He pointed to the floor to emphasize this particular place.
God, he looked wonderful, in a black tank top that clung to his muscles, baggy khaki pants. But everything about him screamed narc. “How did you get in?”
“This isn’t my first time following someone,” he said.
“You’d tell me but then you’d have to kill me?”
“Something like that.” He eased back from her just a bit. “Quit changing the subject. Why are you seducing the security guard?”
“How did you—?”
“Like I said, not my first time. He’s not there, Goddess.”
A moment passed before she realized he meant Hector. “Do you know where he is?” she asked, not daring to hope.
“Not yet, but Jesus, Bella, you’re playing with fire out there. God, look at you. Every man can see every detail of your body.” His gaze moved over her figure. “The way you’re dancing him like a pole—”
