“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but this isn’t what we agreed.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
A new presence loomed at my side, towering over the guy in the blue mask. The newcomer was close enough I could feel the heat from his body, though he didn’t touch me.
“There you are, gorgeous. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
He had thick dark hair, broad shoulders. His full lips slid into a charming smirk. But when I met his steely gray eyes, which were framed by a satiny black mask, they were full of concern.
I almost told him he had the wrong woman too. But something about the newcomer’s soft smirk told me to wait.
Then he angled his body, which was clad in an impeccably tailored black tuxedo, and winked at me. Like this was a joke, and we were both in on it.Go with it, he mouthed silently.
Who was this guy?
The creep in the blue mask hesitated, no longer so sure of himself. “This isyourdate?”
“Exactly.” My would-be hero’s gaze turned cold and menacing as he glared at the other man. “So unless you want me to break every one of those fingers, you’d better take your hand off of her.”
