Hitman's Captive: A Bad Boy Romance Read Free

confusion on her face before she shook her head no .
    Running on instinct, I
had mine off before I’d realized I was doing it - and then held it out to her.
“Go ahead, cover up.”
    For a moment it looked
like she was going to refuse me, before obviously thinking better of it. She
let it hang from the top of her shoulders instead of slipping her arms inside,
but it seemed secure enough and at least it covered most of the sheer outfit
she had on. I felt simultaneously relieved and disappointed that those gorgeous
curves were covered up, and then let the flare of irritation at my obvious
distraction refocus my attention again.
    I gestured her out of the
room ahead of me, watching as she took careful steps forward. It was obvious
she was resisting both the urge to glance over her shoulder at me, and down at
the body behind her.
    As I watched her, I noted
the strappy silver heels that shortened her stride a little, which would make
us slower - but also meant a dash to escape was less likely. I could sense the
way her hips would be moving under my jacket and even if I couldn’t see that
gentle, seductive sway, it was hard as hell not to think about it.
    Despite the adrenaline
and pounding rhythm of the blood still rushing through my veins from the hit, I
could feel my body becoming interested, and it was all I could do not to curse
out loud. I had to be in control here, and acting like something was going
wrong was certainly not the right way to do it.
    Even if everything was
going wrong.
    This is why you don’t mix
women and business. It’s fucking confusing.
    I stepped up to join her,
glancing briefly around the main suite and feeling relieved that it at
least held no surprises for me tonight.
    Noticing the way the
jacket flowed against her body, covering her from shoulder to ass, another idea
struck me. I slipped my arm in between it and her skin, curling around her
waist and pulling her close to my body.
    I felt the shudder run
through her, but tried to ignore it - just as I tried to ignore how rich and
soft her body felt against mine. Instead, I pressed a small gun to her side.
She started against me, giving a small cry before her hands shot up to cover
her mouth.
    My eyes narrowed, but the
way she tried to stop the natural cry reassured me a little. I was sure I could
feel her racing heart against me, and it wasn’t doing anything to keep me calm
and controlled at all.
    When it was obvious she’d
gotten herself under control again, I nodded. Tucked up close together like
this, the small gun I pressed to her side was almost impossible to see, and
we’d appear to be any high class couple leaving for the evening.
    “We’ll leave the hotel
like this. Just walk next to me - don’t say or do anything. And keep your eyes
down. Understood?”
    She hesitated a moment,
then nodded again, glancing up at me once with those big, hurt eyes of hers
before looking down at the floor. That was probably the instruction she was
most likely to slip up on, but there was no way I could let anyone meet that
gaze - her devastating eyes were far too expressive, and terrified, for that.
    We started moving
together, and after I gestured her through the door I flicked it to Do Not
Disturb. I didn’t know if it would make a difference, but it couldn’t hurt,
and hopefully it would give us enough time to get out of here.
    And if no one missed
Viktor Kovalski then I’d have some breathing room until tomorrow - even if the
chances of no one noticing his disappearance were vastly different from
Martin Feber’s.
    There was no one in the
hallway as we headed towards the elevator, and we made it into one without
issue. The woman next to me was breathing hard from the stress, and I could
feel the tension pouring off her - probably similar to the controlled ferocity
that had my muscles tight and ready. But she didn’t say or do anything, and as
the elevator descended I let myself hope that I might make it out of here after
all.
    Then my body