Page 10 of Kiss Kiss Bang
Carefully she looked at her phone but didn’t look back right away. His heart beat as he waited what felt like an eternity. Finally, she fumbled with her hair as she stole a glance over her shoulder. Eventually her eyes found him and a slow genuine smile lit her face.
The smile.
Fucking brilliant.
Then she looked down and typed. You should know that a lady such as myself would never wolf anything.
Again, Mark leaned over and said something in her ear and she sat up a little straighter and put the phone back into her purse.
She was working.
And so was he.
He needed to remember he was there to do a job. An important job. Not to flirt and text like an idiot. He slid his phone back into his tuxedo pocket.
“Shit’s getting ugly outside,” Jax said into the earpiece. “Feds are gonna get the president out. Party’s over, boys.”
Damn it.
He looked back to where Olivia sat. If shit got bad, it would be hard to get her out with five hundred people running around frantically. He wasn’t supposed to be tailing her specifically, but she was one of the most important and vulnerable people in the room, along with a few other high level politicians.
She got up and moved toward the restrooms. His eyes followed her out of the room, and right before she disappeared into the hall, she glanced back and their eyes met.
Fuck.
His feet moved of their own accord. “Cover me, Ben,” he said into his microphone as he casually walked back to the hall, which was mostly empty. “I’m going to get Russo out of here.”
“Russo?” Jax said. “The one running for governor? She has her own guard.”
He knew that too. Along with the feds and ICS, some of the politicians had their own bodyguards. But fuck that. Her bodyguard was shit if he wasn’t following her out to the bathroom. He should have eyes on her twenty-four seven.
Just as she was about to open the door to the restroom he caught up to her and grabbed her wrist, causing her to turn around.
“Hi,” she said, sounding breathless.
She didn’t look surprised he’d stopped her, in fact she looked happy. Very happy, actually. He blurted out, “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Her fair skin pinked and her smile widened for him, her bangs falling on her eyes.
She playfully slapped his shoulder. “Compared to the crazy woman you met yesterday . . .”
“No. Compared to every other woman in the room. Hell, compared to every other woman period.”
She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off. “We need to go.”
Her smile immediately faded, her eyes wide and her brows furrowed. “Go? Where?”
“There’s a mob outside. A very pissed-off group. At least seventy-five, some wearing Kevlar, which makes me think they’re armed. They’re rowdy, throwing things, tipping over garbage cans. It’s getting hard to keep them out.”
“Really?” she asked, looking around as if that would answer all the questions she had.
“Yes, really. Come on, there’s a service elevator this way.” He took her hand and pulled her down the hall.
“Wait. My speech. I’ll be on soon. And Mark? He’ll be worried.”
“Speeches are canceled, darlin’. And you can call Mark as soon as you’re out of harm’s way.”
He pressed the button for the elevator. She followed him inside once it opened, then he pressed the button for the garage. “Where’s your bodyguard?” he asked.
