Chapter 17

He slips an arm around me, pulling me in against him, shielding me as we leave the elevator amid more flashes and clicks. This time I anticipate it and am more relaxed about the contact. I keep my eyes on the floor and try not to react to him, which is hard, considering he has me pressed very securely to that muscular frame, and it’s not exactly unpleasant. He feels solid.

Outside I look up, blinking harshly as the sun glares cruelly at us, and I lift my hand to shield my eyes. He slides his shades from his head onto my face in such a fluid movement that I’m taken by surprise and don’t react. He registers nothing on his face, guides me to our car as it pulls up, and deposits me in the back before following me in. I suddenly get a tiny inkling of how the women he dates must feel; he’s attentive and in control, with excellent manners. He’s a gentleman. Pretty surprising for a guy who loves himself.

Very smooth, Carrero, unexpectedly smooth.

I hand the shades back in