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The pilot looked down at the farmhouse, shaking his head at Cruz’s understatement.

“Where to?” the co-pilot asked.

Cruz looked at me. “Well, we ain’t got any trouble after us now. Wanna go somewhere? Up to you, doll. You got international clearance guys?”

The co-pilot gave us the thumbs up.

“Let’s get out of Prague,” I said, having to shout over the noise of the helicopter. “We didn’t have a very warm welcome here. Take us somewhere...swanky.”

Cruz

The helicopter ride was loud but comfortable. Alexandra lied on my shoulder, dozing. I stroked her hair with a large hand.

I couldn’t stop looking down at her pretty face as she slept with a content smile on her face. I vowed to myself right then and there that I was going to take care of this girl no matter what.

We made good time, the helicopter flying low and direct. The noise of the blades was broken every now and again by the pilot and co-pilot speaking to regional air control centers in clipped, short sentences. Numbers, vectors. I didn’t understand. I just knew we were getting the fuck out of dodge.

I was distracted from staring at Alexandra by the co-pilot, who mentioned a few exclusive hotels with helipads in neighboring countries. I told him to take us to the nicest one. I didn’t think Alexandra, or her father would worry about the price too much. Not today, at any rate.

I gently woke her as the helicopter touched down. The pilot turned the blades off for our exit, which made it a much more pleasant experience, especially for Alexandra with her long hair still unkempt from earlier.

We were greeted by a smartly dressed usher, who stared at us incredulously. Alexandra was half asleep, her hair tousled and unkempt from the ordeal at the farmhouse and the helicopter. As for me, my t-shirt hung open at my chest, a thin red line running from my hip to my shoulder. He eyed me briefly, his eyes widening at the sight of the long but shallow wound and the dried blood soaked my left sleeve.

“Welcome, sir. Welcome, madam.” He spoke perfect English with a slight accent I didn’t recognize. “Do you have a reservation?”

“No, ‘fraid not. Any penthouse suites free tonight?” I said.

Damn. Ain’t never said that before.

Alexandra procured a black credit card from her bag and waved it at the usher.

He relaxed immediately, smiling warmly at us both. “Yes, yes. Certainly. Please, follow me.”

Two men in black suits and sunglasses stood at the entrance to the hotel adjacent to the helipad. I felt their gazes on me as we passed. I nodded at them.

Alexandra

I stumbled into the hotel, half asleep. I’d dozed at first, but had fallen into a deep sleep, comforted by Cruz’s muscular arm as I rested my head on him.

He was by my side, strong right arm supporting me as we were taken to the nearby penthouse suite. I gave the usher my dad’s credit card and waved him away.

I had a change of clothes in my bag, but Cruz had nothing other than the blood-stained clothes he was wearing. But somehow, I didn’t think we were going to need many clothes for the next day or so, though...

The thought woke me slightly as we locked the door behind us.

I kissed Cruz passionately, my hand on his hips as we stood there.

“Just need to clean myself up,” he said, looking at his two wounds in turn. He looked like an action hero from a war film, muscles showing through the ripped shirt. Fucking hot, in other words.

“Later,” I whispered. “You look sexy like this.”

He stared down at me, blue eyes sparkling. He looked like he wanted to rip my clothes off, but he was holding himself back. “You sure you’re all right?” he asked. “I don’t mind if you wanna sleep some more.”

“I don’t want to sleep, Cruz. I want to be with you.” I pressed my body into his, feeling his warmth against me. I felt a sudden bulge rising in his pants as his breathing deepened. I smiled at him, feeling his erection growing quickly. “Looks like you feel the same,” I murmured.

Sexual desire rising, my face flushed, and I felt wetness growing between my thighs. I longed for him to be inside me. But I controlled myself. I wanted this to be gentle and meaningful. I wanted to show him how I really felt.

As well as the sexual tension, I felt a deeper connection, and I was sure Cruz felt something too as his eyes locked onto mine. Emotion and lust seeped through his gaze.