Page 43 of Pitbull
“A place where by the time they realize what’s happening, it’ll be too late. We want to give Barbie and Zero a chance to get where they need to be.”
Anke tried hard not to turn in her seat to watch the car behind them. Instead, she kept glancing in the mirror, keeping her eyes on the vehicle, memorizing the license plate to keep her mind active.
They pulled up to a diner and Pitbull parked. “Let’s go inside.”
“But we’re being followed.” Anke didn’t move. He wanted them to get out of the car where those creeps could get a hold of them—no thanks.
Pitbull turned to smile at her. “I know. But as far as they know, we have no clue. All we’re going to do is get something to eat.”
They alighted from the vehicle and made their way into the building and were seated by the window. Though Anke wasn’t hungry, she played along. She used the moment as their first date. Nothing said romance like being followed around by men with homicide on their minds.
When Pitbull reached across to take her hand, Anke couldn’t help smiling.
“Is this our first date?” Anke asked.
“I hope not,” Pitbull said. “I mean, being chased by armed idiots doesn’t do well for the after-date kiss.”
She sighed. “I just wish we’d met under different circumstances. I mean, there are so many other things we could be doing right now.”
“Oh yeah?”
Before Anke could speak, their waitress arrived. It didn’t take very long to place their orders but it felt like an eternity to her. Pitbull had just leaned in, his eyes had turned to heated puddles and curiosity flashed through them.
“You were saying?” Pitbull pushed.
“We could be making love right now.” Anke pouted. “I miss having your hands on me.”
Pitbull bowed his head. After a breath, he looked up, glanced outside then returned his gaze to her. “I tell you what,” Pitbull said. “When this is all over, I’ll take you away. Once we get to the hotel, you never have to leave my bed.”
Anke trembled. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
He smiled. “Anke Fischer—I never make promises I can’t keep. Care to shake on it?”
Instead of accepting his hand, Anke leaned across the table and kissed him. “Deal.”
Pitbull laughed.
She nibbled on French fries trying not to keep looking out the glass at the car waiting in the parking lot. Instead, she focused on Pitbull, loving the way his tattoos peeked out the neck of his shirt then down his muscular arm. She couldn’t understand how sexy he looked to her.
“We have to wrap this up, Pitbull. I’m…”
He scooted around to sit beside her and lowered his hand beneath the table. Anke smiled and sighed as his large palm made its way up her thigh.
“Pit…”
“Yes, my darling?”
“You can’t. We’re in public and the bad guys are right outside.”
He smiled and snaked his hand down the waist of her pants. He caressed her, stroking her intimately until Anke sighed and melted into the seat.
“You better not be messing with me, Daniel Hunt,” Anke threatened. “When this is over, you won’t be able to walk straight for a month.”
Pitbull smiled and leaned in to kiss her. “Challenge accepted.”
Before she could speak, Pitbull’s phone rang. Before he answered it, Pitbull pulled his hand away from her body.
She wanted to combust.
