Page 10 of Misguided Vows
“Striking?”
“Irritating is a better word.”
“Provoking?” I try again.
“Thinks highly of himself.”
“That’s more than one word, milady. Perhaps the word you’re trying to find is self-important. I’ve heard that one as well.”
She exhales a sigh and tries to focus on her tablet again.
I can’t help but piss her off. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy pissing a lot of people off, but doing it to her in particular is entertaining and… something else.
I adjust slightly in my seat so I can twist around and stare at her. “You can say it.” I wink at her. “I have amazing fingers.” I pucker my lips at her. “But my mouth? Oh man, he likes to taste, lingering on the tip of his tongue as he…” I glance pointedly at her skirt, and her legs snap shut.
“You need to stop,” she says in a hushed tone. I shrug and answer her question about my job. It’s not public knowledge what I do for a living, but, for some reason, I have the urge to tell her.
“Hmmm, you can say that my job is to locate people.”
“What, like a bounty hunter?” she asks.
My expression twists. “No, that has no class. Simply stated, I can find anyone when paid the right amount of money. It’s my specialty. You have someone who wants to hide; I will find them,” I tell her. “And I get paid very handsomely to do so.”
“Are you taking the piss? It’s safe to confess that you still play Xbox in your parents’ basement, okay?”
“Taking the piss?” He seems amused by the adopted language I’d picked up in London. “You think my fingers were that good at gameplay?” I ask seriously.
“Oh my gosh, you’re so obnoxious,” she spits.
A smile splits my face. “You can believe whatever you like about my work. But there’s only one way to describe this friction between us.”
“There is no us!” she’s quick to snap, and the woman next to her shushes her. Red streaks her cheeks.
I shake my head at her disapprovingly, trying not to laugh. It only infuriates her further. “Okay, then it’s my hand and your sweet little pussy. That’s all there is to tell.” I lift my hands defensively.
She places the tablet down. “There’s nothing to tell. I’m serious, don’t you dare tell a soul.”
I arrogantly shrug. “Who would listen to me anyway? I’m… irritating and exhausting, wasn’t it?”
“And self-important,” she adds.
“And good with my fingers,” I remind her as I blow her a kiss and then face forward in my seat again. I can feel the heat of her anger radiating behind me as I curve a smile and kick back, feeling much more refreshed.
Pissing people off is my specialty but I very much feel like I’ve found a new toy to torment.
CHAPTER 6
Alina
Itry my damn hardest to not look back over my shoulder at him even though I know he’s walking behind me and I can feel his gaze on my ass. I bet my next hundred dollars that he’s smirking.
Unable to help myself, I take a deep breath and glance back to find exactly what I thought I would: him staring at my ass, smirking. He doesn’t catch me looking, so I quickly turn away. I want to wipe away my own smile. Yes, he’s attractive and it’s flattering having someone that hot appreciate my ass. It’s a confidence boost, but it’s just a shame that the guy’s a complete asshole.
I feel revitalized when the breeze hits my face as we step out of the airport. It’s been over a year since I last visited home soil, and, to be honest, I didn’t think I’d come back this soon, but the opportunity was too good to pass up.
Mr. Blue Eyes comes to a stop beside me. I try to take another calming breath as he checks his wristwatch.
“Lift?” he asks as a black car pulls up to the curb. The driver steps out and greets him, and begins grabbing his bags.