Page 18 of Drawn Together

“But she might be an even bigger heartbreaker than me…”

Liam smiled in that seductive way of his that used to drive me crazy but now just made me laugh. “I don’t think there’s enough patience in the world for that, babe,” he said, touching my nose and turning back to look at my friend. “What would they say in that virgin factory of a boarding school?”

I glanced behind me, hoping that Sebastian hadn’t heard that last comment. He was staring at the entrance, as always, alert for any sign of danger.

I sighed.

The movie was as boring as I’d remembered it being. To make matters worse, I ended up sandwiched between my two friends, both of whom could not stop commenting on what was happening onscreen to the point that I couldn’t even follow along.

I stood up to go to the bathroom without a word, and I noticed that Sebastian was getting up to follow me.

This could be fun.

I waited until he was beside me to speak. “Are you liking the movie?”

“I’m focused on other things. Why are you leaving?”

I kept walking, gesturing toward the bathroom sign with a tilt of the head. I smiled to myself when he stopped at the door to the ladies’ room. “You’re not coming in?” I teased.

Sebastian leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. “I’ll wait here.”

“What if there’s someone in there who wants to hurt me?” I asked, taking a step toward him, feeling brave.

“Scream.”

I stopped, gave him a once-over, and, almost as a reflex, he did the same. That was enough for me.

I turned around, flipping my hair, and went into the bathroom.

Why was it so hard to get him to pay attention to me? Did he really take his job that seriously? Or was he absolutely not attracted to me at all? I briefly considered screaming like a scared little girl to see how he’d react. Would he break down the door? Would he draw his gun and barge in like James Bond?

I didn’t do it, not because I didn’t dare—I would welcome any emotion from him, even rage—but I didn’t want to be the boy who cried wolf. I’d been in danger, and if anything were to happen to me, I wanted to be sure that Sebastian didn’t doubt for an instant the genuineness of my cry for help. Instead, I washed my hands and left the bathroom.

“There was a door at the end of the stalls,” I informed him. Sebastian peeled his back from the wall as his only response. “It was locked… Although apparently that won’t necessarily keep someone from kidnapping me.”

“Leave that to me, Marfil. Now, go back in and watch the movie.”

“The ant one? No fucking way,” I said, studying the showings for the other throwback movies. I scanned past several that didn’t interest me until I reached a Nicholas Sparks film. I grinned at Sebastian and went inside.

The theater was packed, but I found two seats in the last row on the right. I knew he had no choice but to stay close and make sure nothing happened to me. When I sat down and saw that he was taking the seat beside me, an unhappy expression on his face, I almost squealed with joy.

The movie had already started, but I didn’t care. What mattered was that I was on a “date” with my bodyguard seated beside me in the dark, where I could fantasize about him forthe rest of the hour left in the Marvel movie my friends were watching.

“Do you think she’s pretty?” I asked as an excuse to lean close to him and take in his masculine scent, a mixture of leather and aftershave.

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair before answering. “No.”

I smiled, amused. “You’re much more handsome than that guy.” And that “guy” was none other than Liam Hemsworth, if you can believe it.

Sebastian glared at me through the darkness of the theater. “Watch the movie, please!”

I did as he asked and, when the sex scene between the two main characters started, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. The guy pushed the girl against the wall of her bedroom. Liam was so tall and broad-shouldered that he almost covered the female star completely from view, but that only intensified the effect the director wanted to achieve with the scene.

I peeked at Sebastian out of the corner of my eye. The poor guy looked more bored than anything. I studied his enormous hand on the armrest. What was Sebastian like with women? Would he be the kind of guy who touches a girl tenderly, or would it be passionate and rough, like the scene we were watching? Suddenly I had the urge to run my fingers down his arm to his wrist, and feel my hand disappear in his gigantic palm.

What would it be like to be kissed by him? What would it be like to feel his body pressing me into my mattress, almost suffocating me with his weight, flooding me with pleasure? Before I had the chance to do anything I’d regret later, my phone started to ring. The incoming call from Liam was ruining the hot sex scene taking place before my eyes. I rejected the call as several people in the theater glared at me disapprovingly.

Where are you? For your information, the next time you want to come to the movies with me, you can’t take off in the middle of the movie and leave me alone with your friend. She left all pissed off, of course.