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Remembering the bag I have under my arm, I offer it up to distract myself from my previous thoughts. “Clothes and toiletries. It’s not much, but it’ll get you through until I can take you back to your apartment to pack a bag. The twins made a mess, it might take a few days.”
She takes the bag and smiles before catching herself. Relief reaches her eyes and I get a soft murmur of thanks. Surprisingly enough, she finds the strength to meet my gaze.
I hardly get enough time to appreciate the curve before it’s gone.
“Meet me down in the lobby in ten minutes.” I watch her look into the bag. “I can trust you to do that, can’t I?”
Her eyes lift momentarily before drifting back down. “Ten minutes, I got it. I’ll be there.”
That’s all she has to say before she’s shutting the door in my face. At least I got a taste of appreciation from her.
Before I can allow myself to linger on the sensation, I abandon her door and head down to the ground floor.
I don’t have any time to worry about V running off. She’s joining me only minutes after I get comfortable on a sofa. She’sfast, stepping out of the elevator after only seven minutes, not that I countlessly checked my watch.
I wish I hadn’t picked out her outfit myself. Without thinking, I must’ve picked out clothes Iwantedto see her in. Now she’s here catching my attention easier than any other person drifting through the building.
The ones who glance her way must see what I do.
Reaching into my inner jacket, I pluck out a pair of sunglasses and offer them to her. Seeing the surprise on her face, I can’t help but chuckle. After seeing her response to the casino, I’m saving time getting her something to aid her eyes now rather than later. It’s a gift to convenience the both of us. Even with that being the case, she looks appreciative.
Thanking me once more softly, she plops them on her face. Her smile is slowly returning now and I’m not sure if she’s aware. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I don’t mention it.
“So, where are we going?” She’s quick to stick to my side, clearly uncomfortable in the foreign area. “Back to the casino?”
“Back to the torture chambers,” I answer, using her terms to paint a prettier picture. “When was the last time you spied on us?”
I’m surprised when her cheeks grow flushed and her chin jerks away to hide her embarrassment. For a hacker, I assumed she’d be used to watching people through cameras. Confused by her reaction, I try not to let my eyes linger.
“I haven’t looked at the underground cameras since I’d been hired,” she admits with a shrug. “Though, I won’t be surprised if you think I’m lying to you.”
I don’t. Something inside me promises that she is telling the truth. There’s also disappointment lingering as well oddly enough.
Instead of thinking how boring we must be to her to never take interest in us again, I should be relieved she wasn’twatching us for her amusement. Or, even worse, in the process of doing another job.
Taking one last look at her flushed cheeks, I focus on the filled street. With so many people moving about with their busy days, it’s the sort of distraction I need.
Despite all the threats I’ve given to her about escaping, I continue finding different ways she can easily slip out of my grasp. Knowing that I don’t want to let my rabbit go, I keep close to her side. Enough to brush against her every few seconds.
My fingers twitch, itching to wrap around her arm. Yesterday, when I tugged her all over the place, our situation distracted me. I didn’t have the time to take in the small details such as discovering how much warmth was radiating from her end.
There’s no point touching her now to keep her contained. Not even a blind man can miss the lack of trying to escape from her end. She’s accepted her fate far too easily. Stuck with us indefinitely, it’s my job to crush any hope of leaving my side.
Does she realize how easy she’s making my job?
If we’d met in different circumstances, things could be different. Even now, we have time for a shift.
Maybe in the future, if she doesn’t cause problems for the family, I can convince her that we don’thaveto be enemies. There’s no need for any more tension. We can be something more.
Shaking my head at the impossible thought ofsomethingforming between us, I scowl at the few people who look our way. Spotting their happiness from a mile away, I know I don’t stand a chance of getting to experience that sort of sensation myself.
Before yesterday, the thought of having someone at my side never crossed my mind. My family keeps me too busy to even consider looking for the right person. Now, I’m feeling torturedat even the smallest of curves on her lips and lingering on every reaction I can get out of her.
I have to tug V closer when she nearly walks right into someone. Quickly seeing that this is going to be a recurring issue, I make a risky decision. Telling myself it’s necessary, I wrap an arm around her.
At first, she stiffens up like a board. Thankfully she doesn’t look my way and see my troubled expression. Her body soon relaxes and she lets me guide her this way.
Breathing her in, my head spins and I have to focus on walking straight. Even though I’ve smelled the soap that comes with the rooms a thousand times over, there’s something different about breathing it in from her body. Each inhale is sharp and appreciated more than the last.
