"But your lips wanted me to kiss you again." he winked.
How dare he!
Bastard, this definitely a villain and female lead romance arc. My "Big Boss" brain was screaming ABORT MISSION, but my body 'Super-Tank' body was currently filing a petition for a "Relocation of Assets."
I looked at the heavy cedar door, which was currently vibrating under the weight of Sir Alex's divine shoulder and Hector's frantic "Alakazam-and-Destroy" chanting.
If they burst in now, they weren't going to find a kidnapped CEO, they were going to find a woman with messy hair, swollen lips, and a Star-Mark that was glowing a very suspicious shade of "Deeply Satisfied" rose-gold.
The PR disaster alone would be a nightmare. How do you explain to your Executive Strike Team that you just spent the morning "negotiating" with the enemy's tongue?
"Fine," I hissed, my voice a jagged, breathy wreck. I grabbed Malphas by the front of his expensive shadow-tunic, pulling him down until our noses brushed.
