Page 11 of Depths of Destruction
"How did they find me so quickly?"
She nervously glances at the men. “I… You ask good questions. I'm not sure, but do you believe they are trustworthy?"
Andre's face pops in my mind. I feel safe with him.
But can my judgment be trusted right now? I gave Ezra my findings. It wasn't even an hour later, I was kidnapped.
Ezra isn't behind this. He would never harm me. He didn't want me to run the story, in order to keep me safe.
"I think so but can't be sure. What do you think?" I reply.
She glances over her shoulder at Dirk and Malin. "My gut says, yes." She turns back to me, her voice lowers. She wiggles her eyebrows and a grin forms. "But they're all so damn hot, I'm sure that's influencing my thoughts."
My heart beats faster, thinking of Andre's chiseled face and rock-hard body that carried me while running through the jungle. I open my mouth to speak when the tent flap opens. Andre steps in. He scans the tent then locks eyes with me.
Butterflies take off in my stomach.
What the heck is wrong with you? This isn't the time for attraction.
I approach him, and he motions for us to step outside. He puts his hand on the small of my back. A zing of pleasure erupts in my spine. Andre leads me to another tent. Once we get inside, he points to a blown-up air mattress. "Do you want to sit?"
No. I want to roll around on it with you.
Jeez, Naomi. Get your head out of the gutter!
"No."
His jaw clenches. "Are you all right? Did Santiago or his men hurt you?"
"No. Nothing major."
His eyes scan my face and body. He licks his lips.
Heat rushes to my face.
"What was minor?" he demands.
"I'm fine."
Silence.
Why is he staring at me so intensely?
He gently pushes my hair back. "You've got some bruising on your skull. What did they do to you?"
"It's probably from the van. I was tied up and my head kept banging on the floor."
He steps closer, and the smell of his sweat and skin once again fills the air, making my lower body throb.
It's your luck the sexiest man on the planet would be the guy who rescues you, since you'll never see him again.
Why are you thinking these things? This isn't the time for these thoughts.
He peers closer at my skull. "You could have a concussion. Are you dizzy?"
Yeah. From looking at you and your hotness...
"No."
