ah's

t need a mirror to tell me I'm turning red in the face. Jesus, this is

ike the fictional character from Mission Impossible? No way, this guy is messing around. If I wasn't already embarrass

hrug in his voice by now. I'm nervously nibbling on the

r luggage. You must be mad about..." His

ower lip. How come I didn't notice him behind me? Because y

ie. I'll just get it after a week. Thanks for the... um

miss the amusement twirling in those upturned eyes, but almost

k. "I'm assuming you don't travel often

o the edge of my seat. Whatever embarrassment has been holding my tongue is gone. My Jimmy Ch

t messing with me after all. With his lips partially curved downward and br

if he's okay, but I

yes. Despite myself, I nod. I haven't yet changed my currency, but here I am, obeying the instructions of a stranger I met a few minutes

-boy definition of hot, sizzling hot like BBQ with hot ketchup. God, I can't wait to change my VPN and text Kaitlin

We're sorry about your luggage. If you can give me your details, we'll make sure you get

with his phone. I have only one question on my mind: Who's this guy? From his expensiv

ee, though I'm not sure he hears

your hotel immediately?" Ethan asks. His phone screen is dea

I ask suspiciously, pul

time, he's giving me one of his incredulous looks, but I d

has a shallow dimple on the left sid

can handle myself from this point." I'm nod my head slowly , twisting my lips. Ethan'

n it seems like I'm

. If he wants to play hero, fine. His full lips are playfully pursed, his brown eyes are brig

don't,"

out of me, and I'd have reached for my pepper spray immediately. Call it instincts or

y." His eyes s

se I'm lodgin

someone else I'd think they we

reach for my duffel bag and he hangs it across his shoulder . I

ning of summer, yet the sun outside has to be at least thirty degrees Celsius. In no

steps are slowing down due to the heat, but his are the same-maybe ev

the drug cartel here," I mutter

e raises his brows, pinching the

rug. "You're not goin

and I wish I could push hi

from Ethan. It's rich and bubbly, though it hasn't lost its usual touch of composure. His chest is moving up and d

parking lot of the airport is filled with so many cars. From the wa

y one more time?" he

." He chuckles at my retort before halting beside a sports car. It isn't just any sports car

s, he doesn't say anything. Instead, he opens the car and tosses my bag to the

stare, wide-eyed. You can't blame me; I've never been in an Aston M

e a damn about what he's thinking, but damn, this car is beautiful. The black leather covering the interior is

tly praying to the universe that I don't embarrass myself. He's so close that his c

sts the steering wheel, trying to reverse. I bit

or early thirties at most and is probably rich, but that's all. I shouldn't be in the car-not because

I ask myself,