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“What?”
“Call me Bastian.”
I kept my forehead pressed against the wall, not daring to risk a glance at Bastian. The electric tension that swam between us whenever we were near each other was nothing short of dangerous.
“What is this?”
My brows pressed together as I tried and failed to decipher his tone. It didn’t have the bite he usually reserved for me.
Did he feel guilty seeing me like this?
I doubted it.
The man was colder than an ice cube frozen in an igloo in the South Pole.
He continued his approach. “Maybe I feel a little bad.”
“What happened to—” I deepened my voice and mocked, “‘this conversation changes nothing?’”
“It didn’t.”
His voice was closer, and still, I didn’t turn. I probably should have—having a conversation with him while staring at a wall reached a level most would consider weird—but I couldn’t.
He continued, no trace of mocking in his tone even though I knew he was mocking me, “I was human when I said that, and I’m human now. Humans tend to help when they see another in peril.”
Disbelief ransacked my frame, and I let loose a huge laugh.
“Help? You put me in this situation. How are you going to help?”
I shuddered when the tip of his fingers brushed my neck, but I didn’t pull away.
“What are you doing?”
He didn't answer.
Instead, he gathered my hair and repositioned it to the side, exposing my neck. His thumb brushed along the slender nape once, twice, and a third time—harder.
I held back a moan, my mind reeling and my breaths shaking.
His hands shifted over my shoulder.
No way.
He was massaging me.
Bastiano Romano—of the freakin' Romano crime syndicate—was massaging me.
I leaned into his touch as his hands trailed down my back. I’d thought I couldn’t afford the four-hundred-dollar-an-hour massage Jenn had suggested, but this…
This felt even more out of my means.
I didn’t stop him, but I should have. Each day I stayed here tugged me deeper under the spell of this cover. This had never happened before.
Sure, some covers changed little pieces of me, but none of them had possessed me before.
I’d never lost myself in an assignment.
Maybe it was the people—Bastian and Tessie—or maybe it was the fact that I was my own cover.
