Page 6 of Serendipity
“They weren’t joking when they told me that you weren’t afraid of us.”
“I think that I’m too hungry and too pissed right now to be afraid of you. There’s no space in my head for all that. Besides…” I opened my eyes and almost swallowed my tongue, because fuck me.
Literally, fuck me.
“Besides, what?” He smiled, waking my ovaries, my entire body.
My eyes connected with his dark ones, unwavering, unmoving, suspended in the air. As if a thousand suns suddenly shone on me, my skin was on fire, the cold I felt earlier long forgotten, as he lazily scanned me from head to toe.
I felt those eyes as if they were his fingers caressing my skin. He still held that smirk on his face, but his eyes… Jesus Christ.
An inferno of emotions blazed through me, rendering me speechless. Something that hasn’t happened in a very long time.
“Cat got your tongue?” His voice dipped, taking on a husky tone that I could feel in my bones.
Danger. His name should be danger, with those dark eyes, and equally dark hair—longer on the top and shorter on the sides—and that fucking suit that fit him like the second skin.
I worked with men who wore suits. I saw them on a daily basis, and most of them looked amazing in them, but this guy… He was the type of man that didn’t need to fit the suit; the suit had to fit him.
“I’m just…” I trailed off as I sat up and walked toward the door of the cell. “Sorry, my brain just had to restart, because what in the fuck?”
The smirk he wore earlier suddenly disappeared, a quizzical look taking over his face.
“I just have a question, if you don’t mind?” A nod was all I got before continuing, “When you’re recruiting people for this gang, Mafia, group, whatever the fuck you wanna call it, is one of the requirements to look like a wet dream? Because, holy fuck.” My eyes roamed over his wide shoulders, the sharp edge of his jaw I would give my left ovary to bite, then soothe it with a kiss, then over the dark hair I would love to wrap my hands in, and then finally landing on the full lower lip, my teeth tingling from the need to sink them into it.
“I’m sorry, what?” In any other situation, I would’ve laughed at the puzzled and confused look on his face, but right now, I was as confused as he was.
“I mean, look at you. If you tell me you’re gay, I might cry. You won’t even have to kill me. I’ll just start crying and die from sadness.”
His eyes widened, and one of his eyebrows went up before that smile reappeared again.
“I am most definitely not gay,Tesoro.”
“Okay, okay, then I’m most definitely in the game,” I murmured, earning another one of those smiles. “Not that I’m your type or whatever, but you know, I gotta dream from time to time.”
“Hmm.”
“Can I touch you?” I looked up at him. “If you ever let me go from here, unless I die from a cold before that, I wanna tell my friends that I touched the hottest man alive.”
“You think I’m hot?”
“You know you’re hot. No need for that whole ‘I think I’m ordinary’ bullshit.”
“Au contraire,Tesoro. I don’t think I am ordinary at all. But neither are you.
“Who? Me?” Laughter bubbled from my chest, and I pressed my forehead against the bars of the cell, closing my eyes. “The most interesting thing that’s happened to me in the last four years is quite literally this kidnapping, and even with this, I wasn’t the one that was supposed to get kidnapped.”
“Do you ever stop talking,Tesoro?” he asked, and he wasn’t the first person. nor would he be the last.
“Only when I see Legolas on TV.” I grinned. “No, wait. Also Ryan Reynolds and Chris Hemsworth. That other guy, what was his name?” I mumbled, trying to remember. “Ah, yes, Tom Hiddleston.” That confused, yet amused look was back, and I decided to continue. “There’s an entire list. I usually keep quiet with them, when I’m eating or when I’m trying to talk myself out of soft strangulation.”
“Soft strangulation?” he choked out. “What in the—”
“Yeah, soft strangulation.” I shrugged. “You know, enough to make your point, but not enough to kill them. Might bruise them, but it will also remind them not to annoy you anymore.”
For a second, he stood there, staring at me as if I’d grown two heads—wouldn’t be surprised if I did, to be completely honest. A booming laughter erupted from him, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me as well as the two other guys that were standing behind him.
They looked at each other, then at him. For the millionth time, I wished I had my camera with me so that I could record these moments.
