Page 3 of Infamous Love

Through her confusion, she found herself curled up in the middle of a fistfight happening all around her. She wondered if she was dreaming as she watched the two American hotties punch out two of the assailants. It took them seconds to send all four of the teens running in different directions.

The most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen peered down at her. She was mesmerized by their intensity long enough that she didn't realize his mouth was moving too.

"I think we need to call a doctor. She appears unresponsive." Green-eyes spoke. What was his name again? John? Jim?

"Okay, I'll go in search of help." She recognized that deep voice.

She eventually snapped out of it to answer them. "I only bumped my head."

I only bumped my head.

Those were the best first words she could come up with when talking to the two hottest men on the planet? The bump on her head wasn't making it any easier to speak intelligently.

"I mean you don't need to get a doctor. I'll be fine."

She wasn't prepared for the dark-haired hottie to scold her. "What the hell were you doing letting them surround you? Beautiful women traveling alone need to pay more attention."

Had he used the word beautiful as he spoke of her? He must not have gotten a good look at her.

She felt his hand lifting her to gently feel the back of her head, checking for injuries. His fingers massaged her scalp sending tingles throughout her body. "You have the start of a goose-egg there. We'd better get you an ice pack and some Tylenol. Can you sit up?"

Emma didn't trust her voice so she nodded. His blond friend kneeled on the other side of her and together the men gently pulled her to a sitting position. She saw stars for a few seconds, but was surprised to see lingering concern on their handsome faces.

She finally found her voice. "Th…thank you. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't helped me."

"Yeah, well Roberta will kick our ass if she finds out we threw punches. Let's keep that our secret, okay?" Green-eyes smiled a devastatingly playful grin.

Emma must have hit her head harder than she thought. "Who is Roberta?"

"Our agent and manager."

Still nothing.

Brown-eyes answered as he felt her bump. "We're models here in Europe for a series of shoots. We're on our way to Paris for the last one and we wouldn't hear the end of it if we'd got our asses kicked two days before reporting to set."

So they were models.

"What's your name?" Brown-eyes probed.

"Why?"

"Because we loved how you dealt with that bitch friend of yours yesterday at the Marriott."

"You saw that?" Emma's voice squeaked with surprise.

"Yeah, just like we know you were watching as we gave those bitches we were with the boot."

The dark-haired guy took charge, the playful grin gone. "Still waiting for your name."

It was a demand. "Emma."

"Well, Emma. Let's get you on your feet. They moved our train to another track so we'd better get a move on."

"What do you mean our train?" How did they know where she was going?

"You're going to Paris, right?"

"Yeah," she answered.

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