Page 13 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

Seeing no way out of it, I slid inside the car next to her. I listened as she gave the driver directions in Spanish. She smiled at me as she sat back against the seat. It blinded me and all it took was that look on her face for me to be totally fine spending a day shopping with her. If that wasn’t a clear indication that I was quickly falling for this woman, then I didn’t know what was. It had only been a couple of weeks, how had she wrapped me around her finger so efficiently?

I knew the answer to that. I’d been watching her since we’d gotten here. Minus one minor meltdown—which had me cracking up as she cussed out her father—she’d been composed and sweet. She was quiet and thoughtful with everyone she was near. Well, almost everyone. Jas brought out a side of her that had her snapping at him more often than not. To be fair, he brought that out in a lot of people.

I couldn’t decide whether I liked her sweet or feisty side more. The reason I was able to enjoy both was because she was sweet to me and feisty toward him.

It didn’t take us long to get to the store and I blinked as I tried to follow her conversation with the guy selling suits. I knew some Spanish, but that was more Wolfe’s department. He was the language expert. My knowledge all came from high school and it’d been too damn long since I’d needed it.

Both of them turned and eyed me while speaking rapid-fire and it made me want to bolt back out to the car. “Don’t worry,” she assured me. “Carlos will be gentle with you.”

My brows shot up as my eyes flicked over to Carlos. “Huh?” Normally, I’d be cracking jokes and laughing, but not when they were both eyeing me like an all you can eat buffet.

She laughed and the sound curled itself around me. If I had to put up with some dude named Carlos dressing me to get her to laugh more then I’d happily fall on that sword.

Carlos thrust a tux on a hanger toward me and I grabbed it and went back to the changing area. Grumbling, I forced myself into the ridiculous clothing and then came out so they could inspect me.

They both let out matching sounds of pleasure and I wasn’t sure I liked the way Carlos was watching me. She, on the other hand, could look at me like that anytime she wanted. A picture of her on her back on my bed flashed through my mind and I shifted behind a rack of clothing to hide my sudden hard-on.

Carlos said something to me in Spanish, the tone of his voice expectant. He waved over toward a mirror so I went over and stood on the platform there.

“He needs to hem them a little,” Bailey explained.

Carlos grabbed a soft measuring tape and moved it up from my foot to my crotch.

“Jesus,” I muttered, shifting because he was getting a little too close to the jewels for comfort. When he went higher, I growled down at him.

He froze and looked up at me in shock. Bailey had the same look on her face.

“He’s basically fondling my dick,” I told her, defending myself.

She snorted out a laugh, then covered her mouth with her hand. “He’s just… Never mind,” she said with a shake of her head. Motioning toward me, she told Carlos something.

He rolled his eyes, but his hands left my junk. I stood still long enough for him to adjust my pants then we left.

“What about the others?” I asked as we got back into the car.

“He’ll use your measurements for them,” she said. “I explained the difference in height and bulk to him. Carlos is very good at his job.”

“How do you know?” I asked.

She grinned over at me. “This isn’t my first trip to Colombia.”

By the time we made it back to the embassy she had another meeting to go to with her father. Wolfe and Jas would take care of that while I went back in a few hours to pick up our tuxes.

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“Why the helldo we have to wear these?” Jas complained for the millionth time as we stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting on the senator and Bailey.

Personally, I agreed with him. We were a security detail for the senator, not participants in this fundraiser. We shouldn’t be dressed up in uncomfortable tuxes, but the senator wanted us to ‘blend in’. Even for a senator he had some pull. The Marine Corps would almost never authorize a team of Force Recon to do this kind of crap. Whatever he was scared of must be something big. I doubted that ‘death threats’ were all he was dealing with. Not that he’d bother to let us in on whatever else might be waiting for us.

Before Wolfe could snap at Jas for bitching, Bailey showed up at the top of the stairs. Everything except her went out of focus. All of my senses tuned into her as she descended the stairs. She was wearing an off the shoulder midnight blue dress that hugged her curves. The slit went up to mid-thigh showing tanned, smooth skin that made me want to run my tongue over it.

“Holy shit,” I muttered and the other two grunted in agreement.

She held out a hand covered in satin gloves that went up to her bicep. I grabbed it, feeling like a clumsy oaf, and helped her down the last few steps. The glove was smooth against my palm, but I had a feeling her skin would be softer. It was taking every ounce of willpower not to kiss her. Her murder red lips curved as she stared up at me and my breath caught in my chest. She was fucking gorgeous and was going to cause a few of the old men at this fundraiser to have heart attacks.

“Thank you.” She smiled at me and I grinned back.

My eyes tracked down her body. She had on some sparkly necklace that rested between her tits and my gaze got stuck there long enough that Wolfe gave me a not so subtle nudge. Guiltily, my eyes shot up to her face. “You look great.”

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