Page 42 of My Super Sexy Spy
“Which is what got us both into hot water,” I remind him.
“True.”
“You really think I’ll be safe once I go back home?”
He sighed. “You’re going to be watched. But by our people. Just know that. They’ll keep the foreign riff-raff at bay, but they’ll still probably dog your every step.”
“You mean Dmitri and the chick in the hot red dress.”
“She told me her name was Marta,” he supplied. “But you never know with those two.”
“She had her hands on your thigh pretty fast,” I reminded him.
He flashed me a grin. “Jealous?”
I shook my head. “I’ve already had this conversation with myself. I get that I’m just a Bond girl. One in probably a long line of Bond girls to entertain you in bed and play with your piercing— Liam!”
The speed at which he pulled the car over made me think we were being run off the road by another car. But no, Liam just pulled over to the side of the road and hit the hazard lights.
“Dude, you stole this car,” I reminded him. “You might want to be a little more subtle in drawing attention to yourself.”
He reached out and grabbed my chin in his hand and forced me to look at his extremely pissed-off face.
“What’s my name, Beth?”
“Liam.”
“That’s right. You’re not supposed to know that, but I gave it to you. Who fucked you hard last night?”
“You, Liam.”
“You know how many women I’ve fucked without a condom? Zero. None. Never did it once. This piercing is not something I swing around like a toy, banging every woman who comes into range of my dick. I had to do it for an assignment years ago, don’t ask what, and I didn’t want to go through the hassle of taking it out. I chase down bad people and I do it for my country. Trust me when I tell you that’s not as sexy a job as you might think. Now apologize for thinking I would treat you casually.”
My lips twisted, but I did it anyway. “I’m sorry. I just—”
“Assumed. Don’t assume shit about me, Beth. And oh, for the record, ask me how many women know my real name.”
“How—”
“One,” he snapped at me. “My mother. That’s it. I gave it to you because I wanted to let you know I was serious.”
“Okay, okay. But how was I supposed to know that? We’ve only known each other a few days, and for most of that time I was an assignment to you.”
“Last night was no fucking assignment. Last night was real.”
I twisted my hands in my lap. “Does that mean… I don’t know…does that mean I might see you again? Sometime?”
Wow, that sounded lame. Like some clingy-girlfriend shit. Or want-to-be girlfriend shit. Wait, did I want to be the girlfriend of a spy?
A hefty sigh from him and I realized he didn’t want to be the boyfriend of a travel blogger.
“Beth…my job…things are complicated. I don’t have a schedule. I’m rarely in the U.S., let alone Philadelphia—”
“And I’m not ever going to leave my condo again,” I cut him off before he said more words that were just going to hurt. “So yeah, I could see where a future relationship between us might be tricky. Besides, all I ever wanted from a relationship was a sense of normalcy. That is totally not you.”
“I’ve broken all of my rules for you. Only for you. You have to know that.”
I smiled because, yeah, there was some comfort in that. Like I mattered to him. When I knew there weren’t a lot of other people that did.
