Jo Leigh - Sexy Ms. Takes

He returned his wallet to his pocket, careful not to disturb her hold. “You okay?”

“Yes.”

“No epilepsy or tremors?”

So much for acting. She pulled away from him, careful to put the fork where it wouldn’t attack her again. “No. I may, however, be a little drunk. Not to mention terrified. So excuse me if I’m not the perfect guest.”

The look he gave her said he wasn’t buying it. But what was he going to do? Lock her up for lying?

He picked up his glass, glancing at her in quick intervals as he took a long, slow sip. Bella had to move, just so she wasn’t on the other end of his stare.

She’d played the scene horribly, yes, but what bothered her just as much was the realization that she’d felt better leaning on him, holding his arm, than she had since she’d gotten in the taxi.

Nothing bothered her so much as feeling weak and helpless. It also bugged the crap out of her that she’d turn so girly at the first hint of trouble. But it was true. She was scared and the only plan she had to save herself was a stupid fork.

She stood up, gripping her pitiful weapon tightly as she did so. When she looked up, he was right in front of her, close. Really close.

“What, exactly, do you want to know about me?” he asked.

Bella could see tiny gold flecks in his eyes. Feel the heat from his body. She should step back, regain her personal space, but she didn’t. “Why should I trust you?”

He stared directly into her gaze. “I give you my word I’ll keep you safe.”

She shook her head, which made her just the slightest bit dizzy. “How many times have you said ‘I love you’?”

He leaned forward, just enough for her to get his scent. Not just his breath, which was surprisingly not bad, but the way he was clean. No cologne, no smell of fear. “Only once,” he answered. “And I meant it.”

“So you’re an honorable man, are you?”

“Mostly. I’ve made mistakes, but this won’t be one of them. I can handle Sal and Vince. You’re inconvenienced, not in danger.”

A shiver ran up her spine. “I’m not so sure about that.”

His lips parted slightly and for a moment she thought he was going to kiss her. “I am,” he whispered. “No one will touch you.”

“No one?”

He smiled, and in that smile was all manner of promises of a different sort. Then he took a step back and walked away.

JOHN TOOK IN A BIG BREATH as he got some distance from Bella. The alcohol had already begun it’s job on her, which was great in a number of ways. Not just to keep her relaxed, but if he didn’t get too close to her, it would help him keep focused. He wasn’t the kind of guy who wanted a woman to be less than her best. It was important when things got intimate that intentions were clear. No misunderstandings and no regrets. Now was no time to get sidetracked. His reassurances to her were real, but that didn’t mean the situation couldn’t turn ugly. He needed to be sharp, think things through. He couldn’t do that with a hard dick.

So Sal, the genius, had come up with a plan. Something the family not only knew about, but had agreed to. Vince hadn’t come out and admitted Nonna knew what was going on, but the thing was, it was hard to get away with anything secret in the neighborhood. That, more than anything else, encouraged John.

The family also knew there was no way in hell he was going to let the shooting go. Accident or not, there were legal repercussions. Maybe they were hoping for reckless endangerment charges instead of attempted murder. That might have made sense if he wasn’t a cop. No way his captain would agree. There was too much at stake, especially in this city. It wouldn’t matter that Sal was his cousin, that Sal had tripped as he’d tried to run away.

Two months ago John had caught him in a chop shop, stripping a BMW. Sal, having to act like a big man, had waved his gun around, and when some of the others made a break for it, Sal had, too. Only the idiot had tripped on a tool box and his weapon had gone off. John had been hit, the bullet leaving a minor flesh wound.

All the lawyers in the country would hop right on that big old “accident” wagon and there’d be the devil to pay.

Even if Nonna herself asked him, John would have to tell her his hands were tied. The law was the law, and Sal had shot a police officer. Which would piss off every mother in a ten-block radius. Christ, the whole damn family would be all over his ass.

He turned and looked at Blue Eyes, still standing where he’d left her. Her gaze met his, and that same sly grin was just as distracting from a distance. It would have made things so much simpler if he’d gotten in an empty cab. “What about you, fair Bella? You must have a full dance card.”

She slowly shook her head, causing her hair to shift on her shoulders. “Nope. Nary a name.”

“Why not? No way you haven’t been asked.”

She shrugged. “I have other priorities.”

“Such as?”

“Whenever I’m not at my job, I’m taking classes or auditioning. When I get a break, I sleep.”

“Is that so? Gee, I could have sworn you were all up in my face about that very thing not two minutes ago.”

“It’s entirely different. I’m not trying to save the world.”

He grunted at that. Save the world. He’d be lucky to hold on to his job. One thing he did know, though, was that he could save her. He had to. She was something else. Not like the girls from the neighborhood, but not like the Manhattan brigade, either.

He liked her. He didn’t want to. All liking someone did was get him in trouble. So he kept his pants zipped around his precinct, didn’t dally with the nice, or not-so-nice, Italian girls. The farther away from the Bronx he got, the better.

He changed the subject by setting the box of food aside and turning to examine the area around the steel door. There wasn’t much room to maneuver. Not a nook to hide in, not a closet. If he tried to jump them, the second the door opened, Sal would see him. His gaze moved to Bella, even though there was something happening in the back of his mind. “What do you do?”

“Act,” she said. “Oh, you mean at my day job. I’m a research assistant.”

“What kind of research?”

She took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and that poked a hole in his determination and his train of thought. It was that dress. She had a gorgeous body, including beautiful breasts. Not too big, not too small, and more than tempting given that he was able to make out the small bumps of her nipples under the silky material.

“I’m a fact-checker for newspapers, magazines, and I do research on whatever for writers of all kinds. It’s interesting, for the most part, and my hours are flexible.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Detective?”

His gaze jerked up to her face. “Yeah?”

She nodded down, and he followed her look to see that if he took so much as half a step he would’ve tripped over the box and ended up on his ass. Well, humiliation was also a good way to keep his mind on business.

She took another drink, then saluted him with her almost empty glass. “Let’s hear it for the theater of the absurd. I’m actually thinking that despite your calm demeanor and reasonable arguments, that if this is my last night on Earth, I’ve sure picked a lousy place for it. A hotel room would have been better. Somewhere with great sheets, a flat-screen TV and room service. I’m not talking about a box of inedible cookies, either. While I don’t mind Chianti, there should be champagne, don’t you think? Something more dramatic and appropriate for the final curtain?”

“I agree, a hotel would have been much better. Say, at the Pierre?”

She grinned. “So what’s the deal with the accent? When the goombas are around, you talk like someone out of The Godfather. With me, you sound like a high school English teacher.”