What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 19
The butler nodded in understanding, and walked towards the few occupants at the bar. After a brief talk, they all made their way towards the double doors.
A few moments later, the sound of the door closing was the only thing that interrupted the still silence.
I shifted my view to Hill who placed his champagne glass on the table. "You know," he started, "I've been coming to social events like this for a while, and I have never met a woman as extraordinary as you. You intrigue me."
I met Hill's intense gaze with my own slightly blurred vision. My lips parted as I found myself breathing in more deeply.
Hill leaned forward until his nose barely touched mine.
Even though my mind was screaming at me that this man was the enemy, I found that I couldn't move away. It was like I was ready to give in and let Hill take my body and mind to inexplicable places.
After a moment of just staring at each other, Hill finally pressed his lips against mine.
I thought that I would have been repulsed by the kiss, but strangely I found it enjoyable. I found myself kissing back, and Hill took that as an encouragement to go further. He wrapped his arms around me like a snake, and lazily trailed them over my back.
Eventually, they rested on my zipper and absently played with it.
Slowly, Hill gently pushed me back onto the sofa, and pressed his body flat against mine.
Immediately, I was pulled from my spell, and panicked at my position disadvantage. Oh crap, I thought in alarm.
I struggled, and Hill quickly leaned up. "What's wrong?" He asked breathlessly. "You do want this, don'tyou?"
I opened my mouth, but then shut it once more. What was the truth? Honestly, I didn't want to know.
"Get off of her!" A voice shouted.
Both Hill and I whipped our heads toward the source of the burst. I huffed in exasperation. He chose now to show up?
Suddenly, a swishing noise ripped through the silence. Hill abruptly yelped as a knife sliced through his hand. Blood gushed out, and Hill grabbed a hold of it with his other hand.
He then glanced down at me, and glared. "You don't happen to have a psychotic boyfriend, do you?"
I blinked dumbly. By the way Mr. Hill, I was sent here to arrest you. If you were lucky, the sex would have been an added bonus.
Hill yelped again as another knife nearly hit his shoulder.
He shuffled off of me, and took out a pistol. "Show yourself, coward!"
"Let the lady go." The person answered threateningly.
Hill immediately turned his head towards me, and pointed his gun at me. "Who the hell are you?" He hissed at me.
The last details were a blur for me.
One minute Hill had a gun pointed at me, the next I was thrown to the ground as Hill flew off of me.
A single gunshot was released as my mask came off, exposing my flushed face to the cooler air.
From where I laid on the floor, I could hear the sound of struggling as kicks and punches were exchanged.
Finally, after a nasty sounding punch, the vibration of someone dropping to their knees and falling over radiated across the floor.
I then heard footsteps come towards me, and I tensed until I looked up to see Agent Delta standing over me. "Need help there, or are you just enjoying the view?" He asked.
It sounded like a joke, yet the Guardian's tone was anything but.
I scowled at him before I pushed myself up.
As soon as I got on my feet, I began to lose my balance.
Luckily Agent Delta reacted quickly and held onto me.
"Are you alright Agent Moore?" He asked, concern was evident in his voice. "You seemed… close to Hill." His strained to finish.
I felt ashamed at myself for allowing Hill to affect me that much.
I mumbled in Delta's shirt, but found myself pressed against his chest… his muscled chest.
Had I not been feeling ready to pass out, I would have blushed at the discovery.
I pulled away when he couldn't understand me. "I'm fine." I replied tiredly. "What about Hill?"
Right on cue, a Seeker team came in, and walked over to the unconscious form of Martin Hill.
I checked to see if the Tracker was with them. Confusion filled me when I didn't see him.
Exhaustion overcome me, and I yawned quietly. I turned to face the Guardian. "Can we leave now?" I asked tiredly.
Agent Delta nodded.
Courteously, he picked me up bridal style, and walked through the empty dance hall. He exited the grand theater, and entered the parking lot.
He brought me to his sleek black sedan, and gently placed me inside before getting in.
The car ride was awkward, needless to say. Delta kept a vice-like grip on the steering wheel, and never once did he glance at me.
I bit my lip as I desperately wanted to say something, anything to prove to Delta that I wasn't some cheap whore who was ready to get it on with Hill.
Instead, I stayed quiet, and suffered in silence.
Before I knew it we were back at my place. Agent Delta was even kind enough to carry me to my apartment.
Once we reached my door, he pulled out a set of keys, and inserted one of them inside the key hole.
It opened, which disturbed me. I was too stunned to do anything other than blink in amazement.
Agent Delta walked over to the living room, and set me down gently.
He then turned me around to face him. "Are you sure that you're alright?" He repeated, his silver eyes unusually dark.
I nodded as I was too tired