Serial Story: Jasmine Betrayal, Part 7
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 7
She should protest, Genevieve thought as her body just sort of molded itself to Max. His lips were doing funny things to her brain though, and she was pretty sure if it lasted much longer, she’d be completely at his mercy.
At the moment, she really couldn’t think of a single reason why that would be a bad thing.
He finally pulled back a little - heaven knows she couldn’t - and looked into her eyes, his arms still locked around her.
“If they think you’re mine,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning her cheek. “They’ll be hesitant to hurt you if they catch us.” He dipped in for one more quick, heated kiss, and then released all of her except one hand.
“Follow me.” He pulled her into the hotel and she stumbled behind, irritated at how quickly he seemed to shake off the kiss that had left her in a fog of lust. The man had just sent all her nerve endings ablaze with need in some prehistoric attempt to protect her by ownership. Then he had the nerve to pull her along as if nothing had happened, and she was supposed to be okay with all that?
“Damn northern neanderthal,” she murmured under her breath, jogging to keep from pulling against his iron grip around her fingers. He glanced back, his lips quirked up in a grin.
“Just say the word, princess, and I’ll toss you over my shoulder and haul you off to my cave. Though yours is closer at the moment.”
They ran through a ballroom, and what looked like a galley kitchen and into a larger, main kitchen bustling with activity. Max didn’t stop for anyone, just shoved white coats out of his way and Genevieve stayed as close to him as possible, cringing at the rudeness of disrupting what was clearly a very busy meal prep operation.
The back door opened into an alley, and Max barreled through, stopping briefly to look both ways and then shooting across into the open door on across from the hotel. Another kitchen, Genevieve noted as they ran past more angry, knife-wielding people and through the dark and nearly empty club of some sort beyond. When they finally stopped just inside the front entrance, Genevieve struggled to catch her breath, her annoyance growing as she noted that Max wasn’t even breathing hard.
“What now?” she managed, relieved when he finally let go of her wrist. He peered through the tinted windows, looking both ways down the street several times before he nodded, apparently satisfied.
“There’s a cab right out front,” he said, motioning for her to join him at the door. “Let’s grab it, and we’ll get back to your apartment that way.”
Genevieve nodded. “Maybe I should take the cab and you could just run the opposite direction. Lure them away to keep me safe, like a good little caveman?”
His deep chuckle did nothing to help bank her inner fires.
“Nice try, but you’re far safer with me close than on your own. Let’s go.” He pushed the door open and held up a hand to the cab driver, who nodded in return. Genevieve jogged to the cab and slid into the back seat, giving the driver her address as Max took his place beside her.
They were quiet during the short trip, Genevieve watching out the window for any sign of the men who’d been chasing them. When they arrived at her building, they hustled inside to the elevator.
“Nice building,” Max commented, leaning against the back wall of the small lift as they watched the numbers above the floor buttons tick by.
Genevieve smirked. “You haven’t see any of it yet.” A too-loud ding sounded as they reached the fourth floor, and she led the way down a fairly boring hallway to her door.
Which was standing wide open.
“Stand back,” Max said, pushing her gently against the wall with one hand and reaching for his gun with the other. “Stay here, let me check it out.”
Genevieve nodded, glancing at either end of the hallway in case anyone was lurking. The fact that someone had tracked her here scared her worse than anything else. If they could find this place, then there was nowhere she could go to be safe.
Max leaned out of her doorway, his sudden appearance making her jump.
“It’s okay,” he said, stepping back. “There’s no one here, but they ransacked the place pretty good. I hate to say it, but your deed and those papers are probably long gone.”
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 7
She should protest, Genevieve thought as her body just sort of molded itself to Max. His lips were doing funny things to her brain though, and she was pretty sure if it lasted much longer, she’d be completely at his mercy.
At the moment, she really couldn’t think of a single reason why that would be a bad thing.
He finally pulled back a little - heaven knows she couldn’t - and looked into her eyes, his arms still locked around her.
“If they think you’re mine,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning her cheek. “They’ll be hesitant to hurt you if they catch us.” He dipped in for one more quick, heated kiss, and then released all of her except one hand.
“Follow me.” He pulled her into the hotel and she stumbled behind, irritated at how quickly he seemed to shake off the kiss that had left her in a fog of lust. The man had just sent all her nerve endings ablaze with need in some prehistoric attempt to protect her by ownership. Then he had the nerve to pull her along as if nothing had happened, and she was supposed to be okay with all that?
“Damn northern neanderthal,” she murmured under her breath, jogging to keep from pulling against his iron grip around her fingers. He glanced back, his lips quirked up in a grin.
“Just say the word, princess, and I’ll toss you over my shoulder and haul you off to my cave. Though yours is closer at the moment.”
They ran through a ballroom, and what looked like a galley kitchen and into a larger, main kitchen bustling with activity. Max didn’t stop for anyone, just shoved white coats out of his way and Genevieve stayed as close to him as possible, cringing at the rudeness of disrupting what was clearly a very busy meal prep operation.
The back door opened into an alley, and Max barreled through, stopping briefly to look both ways and then shooting across into the open door on across from the hotel. Another kitchen, Genevieve noted as they ran past more angry, knife-wielding people and through the dark and nearly empty club of some sort beyond. When they finally stopped just inside the front entrance, Genevieve struggled to catch her breath, her annoyance growing as she noted that Max wasn’t even breathing hard.
“What now?” she managed, relieved when he finally let go of her wrist. He peered through the tinted windows, looking both ways down the street several times before he nodded, apparently satisfied.
“There’s a cab right out front,” he said, motioning for her to join him at the door. “Let’s grab it, and we’ll get back to your apartment that way.”
Genevieve nodded. “Maybe I should take the cab and you could just run the opposite direction. Lure them away to keep me safe, like a good little caveman?”
His deep chuckle did nothing to help bank her inner fires.
“Nice try, but you’re far safer with me close than on your own. Let’s go.” He pushed the door open and held up a hand to the cab driver, who nodded in return. Genevieve jogged to the cab and slid into the back seat, giving the driver her address as Max took his place beside her.
They were quiet during the short trip, Genevieve watching out the window for any sign of the men who’d been chasing them. When they arrived at her building, they hustled inside to the elevator.
“Nice building,” Max commented, leaning against the back wall of the small lift as they watched the numbers above the floor buttons tick by.
Genevieve smirked. “You haven’t see any of it yet.” A too-loud ding sounded as they reached the fourth floor, and she led the way down a fairly boring hallway to her door.
Which was standing wide open.
“Stand back,” Max said, pushing her gently against the wall with one hand and reaching for his gun with the other. “Stay here, let me check it out.”
Genevieve nodded, glancing at either end of the hallway in case anyone was lurking. The fact that someone had tracked her here scared her worse than anything else. If they could find this place, then there was nowhere she could go to be safe.
Max leaned out of her doorway, his sudden appearance making her jump.
“It’s okay,” he said, stepping back. “There’s no one here, but they ransacked the place pretty good. I hate to say it, but your deed and those papers are probably long gone.”
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