“What’s his last name?”
There’s a weight in the pit of my stomach. “Javert.”
“I’ll kill him.” Alexander pushes past me. I stop him, pulling back into the dark, unseen corner of the room. Pulling his jacket towards me, I trap him against me with my back against the wall. “Alexander, I need you to focus and calm down before we both blow this operation. Talk to me.”
His eyes travel across my face, and I can see the fighter in him coming out. I wrap my arms around his waist, drawing myself into him. I search his eyes for the calm in the storm. “Do I need to remind you,mo chroi,that I belong to you and only you?”
His eyes widen and a smile curls on his face. “Wouldn’t be a bad idea.” His anger is put aside for the moment. “One problem: too many clothes in the way.”
“Ah, I can solve that problem. Let me take care of where. Word of warning now.” He leans closer to my face, inches away. Heat rushes down my center. “Stay away from Javert,” he growls closer to my ear.
“I know the man’s strange, but am I missing something?”
Alexanders claims my mouth, tasting every inch of me with passion and desire. His tongue slips into my mouth, crashing hard against mine. His hand travels down my thigh, wrestling with the fabric of my dress. His hand grazes my skin inches from the holster. I laugh into the kiss as his hand retreats.
“Am I missing something Alexander?” I ask again.
“Perhaps.”
“Nope, try again. Answer my question.” I send a small growl his way. Still no answer. Plan B. “If you keep doing what you’re doing, I’ll forget my job and we can play a game here in the hotel.” I nip his lip, not hard, but enough to send a surge of pain. He sighs, almost like a flag of surrender.
“I’ve corrupted you.” He jerks back. “But stay away from Javert. He’s the president of the Falcons.”
Chapter 24
Idrawablank,flustered at Alexander’s words. “Run that by me one more time.”
“Javert. Is. The. President.” He’s just being facetious now. I push him in a bit of frustration.
“How.. what.. why..” Questions pop into my head like wildfire. I think I am going to be sick, knowing this man touched me. I slap his arm, “And you wait until now to tell me this?”
“You didn’t tie the facts together. Sheldon came in with him..”
My eyes keep widening with each new revelation. “He said he was doing business with him. I can’t fathom.” I start to pace back and forth, my anxiety kicking in a bit. I stop, “Wait.. how does this affect things for the plan?”
Alexander just sighs. “We’ll need more people. Don’t worry about it, Little Cub. You have one job. Keep the face. Be our first line of defense.” He kisses my forehead to calm me. “Where’re you heading?”
“Over to the stupid tables. Apparently, I’m a prize.” I roll my eyes.
“I mean, I won your heart.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
I snort at the bad joke. “Well apparently you’ll have to share, I’m being auctioned off for a date. Seriously, I’m going to raise holy hell if I find out this is true,” I say, slipping past him, leaving him speechless and confused.
I make my way to the table, fighting crowds surrounding various baskets and packages. I spot Reva and wave her over. She walks over to me with a grin on her face.
“Reva. Please tell me that what I’m hearing is not true.”
She smirks. She knows. “Depends on the statement.”
“Win a date with me?” I say, exasperated.
Reva faces goes blank. “Perhaps. Wait, I thought you knew?” She rushes over to the table, where the sign and sheet for “Win a date with Teresa Bjorn” sits, half-filled already. I see red again and Reva notices my breathing hitches. She pulls me aside, having me take deep breaths.Caidil gu la laddie, la laddie. Sleep the stars away.
I compose myself and spring into action. “Take the sign down and give me the sheet. I have a feeling I know who’s behind this and I will bitch slap the fake boobs right off of her.”
I march across the room, folding the sheet and securing it in my clutch. The atmosphere has taken on another level of eccentricity. Carla hangs onto a donor at a table, laughing, clearly drunk. Part of me wants to rip the hair right out of her scalp. Before I can reach her, someone threads their arm through mine and pulls me away. Matthew, pulling me from a moment that would’ve possibly cost me my job.
He leans down to whisper in my ear. “We’re getting ready to make a move. Within the hour.”