Page 33 of Unexpected Hero

Tomorrow Tomer will figure that out

TOMER

Fascinated. Enraptured. And utterly infatuated.

That’s how I feel in her presence.

At least, that’s what I suspect I’m feeling. Never had this reaction to someone before, so I can’t be certain how to label these emotions.

Additionally, I’m aroused. That’s an easy one since I’ve felt it many times before.

That’s probably why I hinted at my bedroom proclivities. I suppose I was feeling her out, trying to see if she’s familiar with what I’m into, sexually speaking. Unless I read her wrong, she’s clueless.

That’s unfortunate.

Yet at the same time, it’s for the best. I shouldn’t be entertaining such an absurd notion.

Focus on the task at hand, and find out why she’s here.

So far, she’s only said she’s drawn here.

That’s illogical.

Some of her answers are evasive, and she seems to be deflecting. She’s holding back; that much is clear. But is it because she’s concealing her true motives or does she simply not want to talk about the topic?

I’ll need to gain her trust to get her to come clean. The question is... how much time will it take to build that trust? We’re off on the right foot, even if I did fuck up a few times initially.

I blame my infatuation with her. There’s a stirring of confusing sensations in my lower abdomen that’s distracting.

“If you’re not going to tell me more about this mysterious place, then how about something easier. What do you do for a living, James?”

And on that note, it’s time to go. I’d prefer not to lie, but I can’t very well tell her where I work. Not until I find out if she knows her birth father owns Redleg.

Raising one finger, I buy myself a little time. “Hold on a second.”

I check my phone as tension spreads from the back of my neck to my shoulders. I’ve only been gone from HQ for two hours, but anything could go wrong in that time. If I’m going to continue interacting with her to get the intel, I’ll need to figure out a better way to manage my work responsibilities.

Scanning my email inbox, a sense of relief cascades over me. No urgent communications. Just standard shit that can wait. No texts from Klein either. He’d message or call if something went wrong.

Perhaps I’ve taught him enough that I can take some time off.

“Do you need to call someone? I don’t mind if you need to step out for a moment.”

Her candy-coated smile reveals a genuine sweetness that calls to something deep inside me. Although I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth, I’d make an exception to taste her lips and suckle her nectar.

Suddenly, my pants are tighter in the crotch. Fucking hell.

I clear my throat and adjust myself. “Actually, I need to return to work. Emails are piling up.”

Little white lie. But leaving means I can avoid telling bigger lies.

Her expression shifts, and her shoulders sag. “Oh, okay. I see.”

I don’t like how she said that.

It sounds off. Wrong.

“What do you see?”

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