Page 180 of Breaking the Rules
"Lots of guys with abs in the world."
"Like you?" I offer.
"Yeah, but you're not my type."
"I don't believe you."
He laughs. "That obvious?"
I nod. "Why… why are you the only one from Blacklist here?"
"I'm the only one who wants to see his face."
My gaze flits to said face.
He's not hiding his stare anymore.
He's not hiding his jealousy.
His brow is furrowed. His eyes are wide. His hands are fists.
It shouldn't feel good.
But it does.
This is all I can get from him.
"That good?" Wes asks.
"Yeah."
"We need to escalate?"
Probably, but I can't handle that. "No. I think this is enough."
He raises his voice. "Fuck, Emma. You gotta give a guy a warning before making a proposition like that."
"Do I?" I raise mine too.
"Yeah. But if you insist…" He steps back enough to offer me his hand.
I go to take it.
Hunter marches over.
Stops me.
His fingers brush my wrist. "Can we talk?"
I stare at Wes like I'm madly in love with him.
I'm not. But he's hot, tattooed, and devil may care. It's easy enough pretending.
"About what?" I try to keep my gaze off Hunter, but my eyes betray me.
"Now," he says.
Hunter and his brother share a look. I'm not sure what they're saying, but it must be meaningful, because Wes turns to me and nods a goodbye.
