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“This. I’m wearing this,” I reply, erasing my smile. “Be serious. I need to test my theory. Am I your type physically?”
He swallows a bite of food, and I take a bite.
“I am physically attracted to you. If I saw you on the street and knew nothing else, yes, I would find you attractive.”
“Would you approach me?”
He rubs his chin with his thumb and forefinger.
“I don’t ask women out. My last relationship was a long time ago and lasted for a year or so. But for the sake of your theory, I’ll say yes. I’d ask you out.” He tilts his head. “The question is, do you say yes to me? In the real world?”
I’m dirty, still hungry after eating, and staring at a man who is equal parts unnerving as he is gorgeous, and all I can think of is sex.
“Yes. I’d say yes.”
“Ding. Ding. Ding,” he says, pressing his lips together. “I think we have a winner. You’ve found your type.”
He palms his chest. “Happy to be of service, baby.”
I swallow down the last bite and continue staring at him. He’s acting smug, but he’s covering for an insecurity. I’m sure of it. I lean back in my chair.
“Looks like you’ve found your type too.” I lean over and tap him on the nose as I say, “Me.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
brody
I’ve lostcount of how many times she’s tripped me up today.
Saylor just touched my nose, and my whole body broke out in an electric shock. From a fucking boop on the nose. The crackling attraction between us is undeniable and visible to anyone.
She’s looking at me now like she wants to devour me whole. I know, because I’ve been trying to hide that same look all day. I saw her in her black bra and panties, soaking wet, and wanted to take her right there—the guards standing on the shore be damned.
Herein lies my unexpected new set of problems. How to stop myself from falling for a woman, whom I am likely to be spending every waking moment with, and still keep a pulse on my job and the end goal.
“This isn’t the real world, though. We’re trapped without options.”
She shakes her head, blue eyes staring into my soul.
“I would still say yes,” she deadpans, face expressionless. “Are you saying you want me here, but not in the real world?”
Leaning to the side, I peek over her shoulder to where the guards are. They aren’t watching us closely, and there’s no way they know what we’re talking about. It still makes me uneasy.
I say her name once, hoping to break the spell, but it does the opposite.
“Look around. This is not the place for our entertaining conversations.”
I cough to cover a laugh. There have been very few times in my life when I’ve dealt with a woman coming onto me. Mostly, this happens at a bar, and it’s easy enough to make a joke, laugh, and walk away because I’m not interested or attracted.
I am living with Saylor. Sharing everything with her for an undetermined amount of time. What would happen if I gave in to my desires? How sideways would this go if we fuck, fight, and botch this? I wouldn’t be able to convince her to do anything if she’s pissed at me tinged with scorn.
Saylor leans toward me across the table, her breathing speeding. Fuck. This wasn’t inanyof the plans. Is this what my commander thinks I need? This sort of nuanced, illogical problem I’m supposed to fix or succumb to?
“I was asking a yes or no question,” she says, breathing heavily. “Yes, or no? You and me, in the real world?”
I’m about to say yes when the scene behind her piques my interest.
Ravelo and Nery are looming several tables over, speaking to two men I’ve not seen yet. They have to be the other hostages.
