Page 78 of Last First Kiss
“No!” He pulled away from one of the burly security guards and tried to go to Annie, but the men held him back, pulling him farther away instead of closer. “Fucking let me go, now!”
“No, señor. Calmate. Calamte. We have orders that you and Julia Vargas are number one priority. Vámonos.”
He continued to fight them until Annie came stumbling into the hotel, her palm touching her forehead. She looked at the bloody palm before wiping it on her jeans.
She had her gun drawn as she looked around the lobby trying to get her bearings. There were a few guests quivering off to the side confused. When she finally saw Rocco, she stomped toward him.
“Let’s go!” she barked, the security guards letting Rocco go and grabbing their bags.
“You are out of control!” he said when they’d finally gotten into the room.
“Tensions are high. You need to listen to me.”
He was so livid, he wasn’t sure whether to strangle her or make love to her. He picked up the room phone. “I need a medic up here please.”
“Are you hurt?” she asked, when he hung up.
“No! You are!” he pulled her to a chair in the sitting area of the suite. “Sit down.” He looked at her hairline, where there was a big gash.
“It’s just a scratch. I’m fine.”
“No. Stop.” He moved her hand out of the way and continued to check on her. A moment later a woman with a medical bag came in. Annie was reluctant to cooperate but finally relented.
“I told you it was nothing,” Annie said as she walked the medic out of the room.
“Better safe than sorry. I’m going to shower,” he said, slamming the door shut behind him.
* * *
She sat on the bed thinking of the last few moments. She texted Joey with an update, then tossed her phone aside. Maybe being with her was just that hard. He knew it would be, she’d never told him otherwise. Feeling irritated she opened the bathroom and then forcefully slid the curtain open.
“I told you I was intense and that my job was important. You said you’d understand and look, the first sign of a problem—you leave.”
He exhaled loudly, reached for the loop of her jeans, and pulled her inside. “Ack! Monroe, you’re getting me all wet!”
“I didn’t leave. I needed a breather. It scared the shit out of me when you pushed me away, literally, to get between me and danger. Bear with me, crazy. This isn’t easy for me.”
“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
He bent down and kissed her. “I don’t want you to get hurt either.”
Knowing that this was as close as they were going to get to resolving this matter, she let it go. So instead, she decided to take advantage of her wet and naked boyfriend.
“I’ve always been curious about make-up sex,” she said, as she reached for the hem of her soaked top and pulled it off.
“Well, baby, with you as a girlfriend, I’m sure we’re going to be having plenty of make-up sex. Let’s start right now.”
* * *
Half asleep, Rocco yawned and stretched his arm to the other side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He opened his eyes and looked around. Then he sat up. “Annie?”
When there wasn’t an answer he got up and looked through the suite. “I swear to God . . .” he grumbled to himself as he dialed her number.
“Hello?” she answered, but it was very loud.
“Where are you?”
“One second.” The background noise faded a little. “Rocco?”
