Page 43 of My Super Sexy Spy
“That’s good to know. I mean it.”
“Good.”
Silence filled the car for a moment. “Okay, but now you have to tell me about the piercing story.”
He laughed. “Let’s just say it involved a Saudi Prince, a dare, a lot of tequila and a harem. I’m not divulging anything else.”
I bit my bottom lip and decided it was important he know what last night was for me. Not just good sex, but another wall I’d built inside me had been shattered. Watching my mom sell it had always put sex in the category of something people just did. Not that it was special.
“Last night…I’ve never had anything like that before.”
He snapped his teeth closed and focused on getting us back on the highway toward the airport. “That’s because you wasted your time with Jared, who, oh by the way, was totally fucking the yoga instructor.”
“I knew it! Asshole!”
“Ex-asshole,” he reminded me.
* * *
“I don’t like this,” Liam said, looking around the crowded airport. “If you give me time, I could arrange for a private jet—”
“No,” I said, cutting him off. “I want to go home now. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“You go straight to the gate. You get on the plane. Anyone approaches you—”
“Scream like hell and find security,” I said. “There are, like, a zillion security cameras between here and the gate. Nothing’s going to happen to me in an airport.”
We stood just outside the line for security and, maybe it was my imagination, but he seemed reluctant to leave me. Or I was reluctant to go. One of those things was true.
“I’m never going to see you again, am I?”
He wore a shuttered expression. “Never is a long time.”
Yeah, that’s what I thought. It was ridiculous to think you could miss someone after knowing them for only a few days, but I would. Ted, Liam. Nice guy, hot guy. Fun to hang out with. Awesome in bed.
“Go,” he said after I didn’t move. “You’re going to miss your flight.”
I nodded and turned my back on him to leave. As soon as I did, he grabbed my arm to turn me around again. A second later his hands were cupping my face and he was kissing me like this was our last kiss. And I suppose it was. I’d never been kissed like this before. With passion and intensity and longing.
This was the big movie kiss. This was the end-of-days kiss. This kiss I would remember for the rest of my life.
Then he released me and started backing away. “Go. Now. Before I change my mind.”
This time when I turned, I ran away because he was right. If I didn’t force myself to leave, I was going to do something stupid like fall at his knees, wrap my arms around his legs and beg him to never leave me.
Because he made me feel different. He made me feel alive.
I made it through the airport and, ultimately, onto the plane without any issues. I took my seat on the aisle and tried not to think about how my heart hurt. I’d gotten dumped by Jared after a two-year relationship and that hadn’t even come close to affecting me other than disrupting my plans for a normal and secure life.
There was nothing normal or secure about Ted…Liam.
He was chaos and smoke. It was time to get used to the reality that I was never going to see him again. And never was a long time.
“Miss, you dropped this.”
I glanced up at the airline attendant wearing her company’s blue uniform. She looked oddly familiar and I was about to ask her if we knew each other when she dropped a scarf on my lap.
“Oh, this isn’t mine,” I said, reaching to hand it back to her. She took it and that’s when I felt a prick in the center of my palm.
