Chapter 6 Sebastian
Shit!
I got in the shower with my head spinning and the image of Marfil hijacking my thoughts. Ever since I’d seen her dancing over the security camera feed, I’d begun to view her differently.
I had been captivated by her movements, gestures, the way her legs and body—squeezed into those tight dance clothes, leaving so little to the imagination—performed impossible motions.
I had been surprised by my irrepressible urge to touch her, even if only for a few seconds, to see if her skin was as soft as it looked.
Resting my finger on her bottom lip had been a mistake I was sure I’d pay for dearly.
Keep your distance from her. Don’t fall at her feet like everyone else, I told myself. But how could I not give in to the attraction when she looked like she’d been dropped straight down from heaven, endowed with everything necessary to launch a man straight into hell in one swift kick?
Just another reminder as to why I could never let what she did at Central Park happen again.
She’d run away from me when I’d stopped to look at the rusted, unbroken chain in the park.
Marfil was very clever, and she was right; the kidnapping could’ve only happened if someone had a key to that gate.
By the time I realized she was gone, she was already a good distance ahead of me.
She was fast as a bullet, but if I hadn’t been distracted by the lock, she would’ve never gotten a head start.
That mistake could’ve cost her life. Which is why I was so mad; I had neglected my duties, and now, to top it off, I’d let her see a part of me that I needed to keep hidden.
If I wasn’t careful, Marfil Cortés might find out more than she needed to know, and in a case like this, anyone who wagged their tongue could end up losing it… for good.