Page 33 of Her Reluctant Hero
She didn’t want to hear those words from him. “He could know where Hector is.”
“You think Santiago keeps him in the loop?” Alex scowled. “We’ve got to get you out of here without your friend seeing.”
Tears sprang to her eyes, blinding her. “If Hector’s not there, Alex, I don’t know where else to look.”
Sympathy softened his expression for a split second before the door swung in. Isabella barely registered the chatter of female voices before Alex leaned in, parting her legs with his thigh, and kissed her, hot and hard.
She found her breath but not her sense and curled her fingers behind his head, holding him down to her, kissing him back hungrily, darting her tongue in for a taste of him. Scotch this time, and he wasn’t drunk with it, though he was acting strangely.
Before she could think about it, his hand slid inside the front of her dress, curving over her breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple before he released the hook, letting the dress fall open.
Then, as he started to move against her, she got it. He wanted the intruders to think he was fucking her in the restroom, to explain his presence.
Asshole.
He nipped at her lip with his teeth, to warn her, she knew, and she gave a throaty moan. His muscles quivered beneath her touch as she explored him, before gripping his ass and grinding against him.
This time he moaned, and released her mouth, her breast, to brace himself on the sink as he thrust against her, again and again, as hard as he’d been that night in Tegucigalpa.
She opened her eyes to see the door swing shut. The women had gone.
She shoved at his shoulders and he staggered back a step, his eyes dark with desire. He struggled to extinguish it as she closed her dress and she wasn’t sure why his effort hurt so much.
“You can swear to me my son is not in that house, and no one in that house can help me find him?” she asked, her own voice husky, which lit another little flare of interest in Alex’s eyes.
“I have it on the best knowledge he’s not in there.”
“Someone you trust?” He didn’t trust anyone.
“I’ve seen enough intelligence gathered on the house to draw my own conclusions.”
“Then what do we do?”
“We get out of here without Sasquatch seeing us, and we go from there.”
Not much of a plan, but she hadn’t had much of one when she came to Miami. She was at square one again.
“All right. Let’s go.”
Isabella strode over to the door, and Alex took a deep breath to clear his head. His ploy had seemed like a good idea at the time, but it hadn’t been acting, on either of their parts. If he’d been able to get his zipper down, he would have been fucking her for real.
In a bathroom.
When she was only looking for her son.
Like he needed proof he was a bastard.
When she opened the door, he heard a woman on the other side saying, “Some woman is in there fucking her boyfriend,” and he reached the door in time to scoop an arm around Isabella’s waist, tuck her against him. He didn’t want her recognized by anyone out there. He eased out into the narrow hallway, putting his body between the woman and Isabella, flashing the woman his best smile. Beside him, Isabella gasped.
The woman was talking to Sasquatch, who saw Isabella right away, narrowed his eyes and set his teeth when he saw Alex’s arm around her.
Crap.
Alex pivoted Isabella in the opposite direction and stepped between her and Sasquatch. He remembered the heels she was wearing and knew she’d need time to get away in those things. He cursed himself for not noticing if there was an exit in that direction.
The man gave Alex a dismissive glare, and called after Bella. Only he didn’t use her real name, called her something like Bethany. Smart girl. No connections.
Alex wanted to look over his shoulder, make sure she was heading out, but he didn’t dare take his eyes from the behemoth bellowing her alias. Alex played drunk, weaving in front of Henry one way, then the other, as the man tried to pass him to get to Isabella.
