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And that’s so not me. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or my insane attraction to Dash Slater, but I’m on the verge of lowering my hand and touching him somewhere that I shouldn’t when his head snaps up.
“Roger,” he responds, then looks down at me. “They’re waiting for us. We need to go.”
My cheeks flush hotly and he grabs my hand, leading me through the surge of hot, writhing bodies. Dash pulls me off the dance floor, down a back hallway then pauses before opening the emergency exit. I assume he’s checking to see if there’s an alarm, but then I notice him discreetly reach down and adjust himself.
I bite my lower lip, happy that he seems to be just as affected by our steamy encounter as I am.
The door opens and a cool breeze hits my face, snapping me back into the present and my current surroundings. Not far away, I see Sailor and Maddox waiting. As we approach, they don’t even bother to hide their grins.
“Did you have a nice dance?” Sailor asks, looking from Dash to me.
Embarrassed, I glance away and feel my cheeks burn.
“Let’s get out of here,” Dash says, ignoring her.
As we head over to the car, Maddox snags Dash’s attention and points to his lips.Oh, God.My lipstick is smeared over his mouth. Well, I guess now everyone knows we were sucking face on the dance floor.Lovely.
Thank God neither Maddox or Sailor comment, but it’s clear that they’re both highly amused. Dash squashes it fast, though, and takes control of the situation like the leader he is. “Caruso claims he has the recipe for the Tantium Force, but I don’t believe him.”
“Why not?” Maddox asks as we slip into the SUV.
“When I asked if he knew where Mila Ward was or if she knew the formula, he immediately claimed that she didn’t know anything.”
“How would he know that?” Sailor asks.
“Exactly. Then he pinned her disappearance on Anton Petrov.”
Maddox grimaces. “He’s a bad motherfucker. Bratva.”
“If it’s corrupt, then Petrov has his hands in it,” Sailor says. “Extortion, prostitution, drug trafficking, even nuclear weapons trading. Do you think the Russians have Mila?”
“No,” Dash responds with zero hesitation.
“Why not?” she asks.
“Because Caruso does. He’s a terrible liar.”
I get the impression Dash has done his fair share of interrogations and knows how to spot someone who isn’t being truthful. Sitting back, I watch the team call Ryan. Dash tells him to search CCTV footage in the area and check any credit card activity for Mila Ward.
By the time we arrive back at the hotel, I’m feeling foolish for letting things go so far on the dance floor. What does he think of me now that I dry-humped his leg? Pulling my wig off, I fluff my flat curls and avoid eye contact with Dash.
There are no words to describe the utter and total humiliation coursing through me right now.
Sailor and Maddox say goodnight and slip into their room and I turn, bolting toward mine without a word. As I’m sliding the keycard down the slot, I feel a hand at my elbow and jump. God, he’s stealthy.
“Can we talk?” Dash murmurs, voice low and deep in my ear.
Shit. No!my mind screams. “Um…okay,” I relent, even though I’m dying of humiliation. He follows me into my room and closes the door behind us. All I want to do is clear the air, so I spin around and say, “Can we forget what happened at the club? I know we were just putting on a show and—”
“I think that was a little more than a show,” Dash murmurs, closing in fast.
I take a step back and bump into the bed. He wraps a curl around his finger, teal gaze holding mine.
“Did you come?” he asks, voice husky.
Nothing like getting right to it. I swallow hard. “I…I’m not sure.”
His eyes narrow and he clearly doesn’t like my answer.
