Page 53 of Game of Love
If only she didn’t look so damn irresistible. I could hardly look at her and not think about the way she’d danced for me that first night, running her hands down her body, making my damn cock hard just from looking at her.
“You know, if you stare at me like that, I’m going to get the wrong idea.” She smirked and shook her head.
“I’m sorry… you look beautiful.” I thought I could tell her that.
“Thank you.”
“I guess you already know that though. People must tell you that all the time.”
“It’s the first time you’ve said it.” She said that more as a challenge.
“Yeah.” Okay now… it was time to set her straight and I wouldn’t say what I actually wanted to say. Which would be a continuation of the question she’d asked last night when she asked why she shouldn’t like me. The answer to that was simple. I wasn’t a good person. I may be doing this gig but that didn’t mean I was good. “Look, Jia. I’m sorry about last night. I can’t go there with you. I have a job to do and your father trusts me to do it. I got carried away a lot and I led you on.”
There… I couldn’t have said it better if I’d rehearsed it.
“Okay,” she answered, shuffling her weight from one foot to the other.
She might have given an answer that looked cool and as though what I’d said didn’t bother her, but her eyes gave her away.
I wished they didn’t because I could see she really liked me.
The last person to look at me like that ended up dead.
I couldn’t deal with that, or rather I didn’t want to.
Better to nip it and cut it off – whatever it was – before it got out of control.
She would be fine once the shit was over. She just needed to be free of her father. This mission would go one of two ways. He could end up dead or behind bars. Both would be sad for her because no matter what he did, she loved him.
“Is that all? I was on my way to speak to a friend,” she said.
I went to answer but my heart stilled when my gaze took in the man coming through the door.
It was The Chameleon.
He’d just walked in and Giovanni greeted him like they were old friends.
Chapter 13
Xander
I hadn’t meantto but I’d taken Jia’s hand.
It was an involuntary action based on instinct.
She looked at me with her lips parted and a soft color creeping into her cheeks.
“What is it Xander?” she asked, looking over to The Chameleon.
“Do you know that man?” I asked her. Maybe she had a name for him. A name other than The Chameleon would sure fuck help track him.
“No. Pa has different people come for these games. I never usually take part because they go on forever but he wanted me to come tonight. Bought me this dress as a peace offering.” Her voice took on a cold edge.
I really didn’t want to do anything that looked suspicious or out of character. It was just hard not to when I knew who he was.
“I’d better go.” She nodded. “You have a job to do.”
Right now my job felt like it should be to protect her, that was what instinct compelled to do. If however, I started acting like she needed protection, I would draw attention to myself.
