Page 144 of Positively Pricked
My gaze shifted from the senator to the guy holding him against the wall. As if feeling my gaze, Zane slowly turned to look. And when he did, I saw something new in his eyes – a possessive spark that caught me totally off guard.
My breath caught.Oh, my God.Thiswasabout me.
But why?
I mean, we were barely on speaking terms. And the way it sounded, he'd spent last night with another girl, the senator's fiancée, in fact.
In that instant, I almost felt bad for the senator – right up until he blurted out, "And seriously,shewas coming ontome!"
I sputtered, "What?"
"Yeah," he said, turning desperate eyes on Zane. "It was all I could do to shove her away."
I glanced down at my notebook.
Item Number Two: Kill the senator.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, something horrible happened.
I snickered.
Both guys turned to look.
My hand flew to my lips, and I looked from the senator to Zane. Nothing about this was funny. So why had I laughed? A nervous reflex? It had to be.
But for whatever reason, it seemed to break the spell. Already, the senator was reaching back to slap at the nearby elevator buttons, even as Zane continued to hold him tight against the wall.
I looked to the buttons. Both were now lit – the one with up arrowandthe one with the down arrow. Probably, this was a good thing, because it doubled his odds of a quick escape.
As it turned out, luck was on the senator's side, because within mere seconds, the nearest elevator arrived with a ding.
Going down.
And not by way of the stairs.
Thank God.
Zane let go, and the senator practically dove into the crowded elevator. To no one in particular, he yelled, "For God's sake, hit the button!"
Someone did, and the doors slid shut, leaving just me and Zane – and, of course, a dozen other people who'd scrambled out of their rooms to witness the spectacle.
I looked around and tried to think of something useful to say. When nothing came to mind, I gave the crowd a nervous smile. "No comment?"
Of course, it was a stupid thing to say, because technically, no one had asked me anything.
They were all too busy staring at Zane.
From the looks on their faces, the females in particular, they liked what they saw. I pulled my gaze from the crowd and turned to see what I was missing.
And then, I felt myself swallow.
He stood a few feet away, facing me in all his shirtless glory. His muscles were deliciously defined, and his hair was tousled like he'd just had the sweetest sex in the world.
And then, there were his eyes, brooding and dangerous in a way that I'd never seen them. The cautious part of me wanted to back away, but I was way too mesmerized to go anywhere.
I simply couldn't. The sight of him was far too compelling.
His shoulders and pecs were perfectly cut and nearly bulging, whether from lingering tension or from the physical effort of dragging the senator down the hall.
