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Lightning tore through me.
His warm breath blew against my lips as he lowered his head and whispered, “Fuck, you’re sweet.”
A shudder tore through me as I closed my eyes. The kiss was just a brush of his lips. But it wasfire…
My pulse spiked, booming in my ears as the kiss deepened. He took without hesitation, devouring my mouth, making my damn body quiver and my pulse pound. Without thinking, I lifted my hand, my fingers skimming his arm before he broke the kiss.
“If you’re sure then,” he murmured against my lips.
Cool air engulfed me as he pulled away.
The classroom behind me was silent as he turned and strode away. For a moment, I couldn’t move. My damn knees were shaking and my brain raced, a jumbled mess.
Sex.
Dark hallways.
And Finley Salvatore.
What else could possibly happen to me in the space of a few hours?
I was too terrified to guess. I hurried to the next classroom and double-checked the number on the door as a male voice grew louder, pushed down on the handle, and quietly stepped into the room.
Heads snapped up, gazes were filled with annoyance. I didn’t look at them, just kept my eyes down.
“Sorry,” I muttered, and glanced toward the instructor standing at the front of the class.
An instructor who was drop-dead gorgeous.
I took in his sleeves, rolled up on muscled forearms, and skintight jeans.
“No problem.” He gave me a careful smile, scanned me from head to toe, then nodded toward the others. “Please take a seat…I was just explaining who I am. Jesse Silvestre, former head of forensics of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
“Who finally woke up and now works for the dark side.” Some guy called out from the back of the room.
I kept my head down and hurried to an empty seat at the side, away from the others. But they watched me with cold, hungry stares. I couldn’t shake off the feeling and as the class wore on and Mr. Former FBI went through the various personality traits before moving on to the ways you can break down your opposition, that icy feeling at the back of my neck grew until it was unshakable.
In that moment I knew how it felt stepping into a snake pit…when you were the mouse.
7
Anna
I shifted in my seat and focused on my iPad, typing notes on specific Machiavellian and impulsive traits you could exploit. Everyone had triggers, Mr. Former FBI explained, and it was our job to find out what those triggers were. How that was going to help me was anyone’s guess. I didn’t want to be in the same damn zip code as most people, preferring monitors to faces and numbers to conversation. Except for Kat. Now she was someone I could chat with…in a normal sense at least.
“Okay guys, we’ve been going for about an hour. I think it’s time for a small break.” I jerked my head up from typing as he scanned the class, his gaze narrowing toward the back. “When we come back, I want to talk about loyalty, what that might mean to someone…and how it can be broken.”
Chairs scraped and snarls and barks of insults and threats filled the air as the rest of the class headed for the door. I didn’t dare risk a glance their way, didn’t dare draw their attention. Christ, it was like the first day of high school all over again. The only difference was, these weren’t the kind of people who wanted to belong…or to be liked. Fear and respect were the currency here and I was way out of my league.
Tattoos, designer brands, and lustful swaggers filled the space, heading for the door before Mr. FBI lifted his head and called out. “Finley, Harley, and Tate. Can I have a moment, guys? I have a little something extra I think you might be interested in.”
Finley?
Christ, he was everywhere. My hand stopped sliding the iPad toward the end of my desk. I jerked my gaze upwards, then shifted it to the rest of the room. Everyone strode through the open door, except for one guy with the most platinum blond hair I’d ever seen and another tatted-up pretty-boy…and their shadows.
That icy feeling at the back of my neck only grew stronger,then grew claws.
Pulling my focus away from them.
