“Don’t you fucking dare spit bile his way,” he whispered in her ear. “If he’s not lying then Michael and Hutch are in trouble. And if I find out Fain is in on this, I’ll feed that fucker his own dick. I need you to open that door and explain that you have no idea where I am. I showed up. You got pissed. I left. Do you understand me? When he comes in here to find me, let him. Nod your head if you understand.”
He was obviously about to do some hot commando stuff. She was a complete freak, but it did something for her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she was also still kind of aroused. Being near him even in the midst of danger got her hot.
He was holding her pretty tight so nodding would be hard. It was okay. She had another way. She licked him.
“Don’t you fucking die. And I’ll spank you for that later.” He moved away from her, his hand peeling back, and she watched as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Her brother had purchased the plane from some crazy king of a small island nation off the coast of India. The whole thing was designed to spend a nice evening with a lady. Or four. She’d heard some crazy stories about Kash Kamdar. She’d been looking forward to bringing an entirely new chapter of perversion to this particular room but some butthead had to try to kidnap her.
Now she had to find a way to give Case the chance to take him out.
Her optimism took over. She was generally a glass is half full and tastes really good kind of girl. She liked to look on the bright side of things. This dude was fucking up her calm. Mia strode to the door and slammed it open. “What?”
The copilot was standing there, a big old gun in his hand, but she glared at him. He stared behind her, obviously looking for the real threat.
Oh, she would show that motherfucker a threat.
“Where’s Taggart?” He gave a good impression of a hardened criminal.
She still wasn’t buying it. He was a jerkwad ass face who’d cost her a nice night. She was going to start carrying. Life would be easier if she could shove her Ruger in his face. Or his crotch. Guys seemed to react more correctly to that particular placement. “How the hell should I know?”
Case was wrong about how to deal with him. He’d told her not to spit bile his way, but a little defiance went a long way. Confidence was the key. Did this blowhole think she’d never been in a shitty position before? She was a blonde fucking reporter who’d been to some crazy parts of the world. No one took her seriously. She’d stared down terrorists and Hollywood assholes who thought she was fat. Once she’d had to talk her way out of a biker bar that housed a notorious drug lord. That hadn’t been easy. She could handle this asshole.
And if Ezra was a part of this, Case would have to fight her for the right to cut off his junk.
The copilot was a lanky dude, but he knew how to hold a gun. It was pointing right at her face, but she wasn’t about to shrink from that shit. The minute she did, she gave him more power.
“He walked back this way.” The copilot, whose name she didn’t remember because he was a fucking numbnut, strode into the bedroom, his gun out.
Play it cool. Don’t give him anything. Mia crossed her arms over her chest because he didn’t deserve to see her un-bra’d breasts. “He came in, tried to get in my panties, and I sent his ass out.”
Such a lie. He’d gotten his deeply talented hands way down her undies and he’d been a motherfucking revelation. Case Taggart was amazing. He knew exactly how to touch her, and his mouth was so filthy she could barely stand it. Dirty. He was a damn dirty Dom and she was already half in love with that man. This douchebag wasn’t going to murder him before she’d managed to get that cowboy in bed.
“Sure, he did.” The copilot glanced around the room. “Why is your bra on the floor?”
“Because it’s late and I never leave the poor girls pent up. Tell me something, have you ever worn an underwire?”
“Get your back up against the wall.” His voice was a little shaky, like this assignment hadn’t gone as planned.
It hadn’t, she suddenly understood. This particular assignment had begun the minute she’d requested the jet. It had been over a year since she’d asked for one by herself. She’d been holed up in Austin or gone out with a large group of 4L workers for the last year. Since Case. She’d been mooning over that man and hadn’t followed her habit of traveling at every given opportunity. She’d taken some assignments close to home and worked on a book she was writing about a local murder. She’d gone out of the country exactly once and she was a girl who filled her passport quickly. She hadn’t been herself at all. Had they been waiting all this time to try to take her? Were they looking for a quick buck? Or on assignment for The Collective and trying to find a way to force her brother into working for them?
Mia moved, bracing herself against the wall. The people at stake belonged to Case and she was going to trust in that smartass, competent cowboy to get them out of this situation.
Unless she found a way out first, of course.