Page 92 of Himbo Hitman
“Surprisingly, not even a little bit.”
His eyebrows bunch together. “Really?”
“Yup. Weird, I know. You’d think I’d enjoy seeing my would-be killer turned protector turned hookup bleed out in front of my eyes. There’s obviously something wrong with me.”
His small smile slopes wider. “My charisma wins everyone over.”
“Well, you still have work to do with me, but at least we’ve reached the level where I don’t actively want you dead.”
“Big praises.” His eyes fall closed again.
We’ve left the city behind and are speeding our way through residential streets. Perry’s filling out the whole seat and part of the middle, making an effort not to bump his shoulder as we take the corners.
My gaze drops from his wound to run over his bicep, down his hairy forearm, all the way to the ridiculous bracelet, and then onto his wide hand. I’m not sure what it is about him that I’m tuned in to, but knowing he’s in pain doesn’t sit right with me.
“Do you need a hospital? If you do, I’ll make him take us there.”
Perry’s warm brown eyes peep open again, and he studies my face for a moment. “Nah, I’m good. Besides, all the guys dig battle scars, right? I won’t be able to keep you off me.”
I choke on, well, I don’t even fucking know, but that was the last thing I expected Perry to say. “I know it’s been a long day, but you definitely came on to me last night.”
“I thought I mightdie,” he says like that’s some kind of defense.
All it does is remind me that he only went gay for the night to tick off some stupid, imaginary list. “Right.” I can’t keep the edge out of my voice. “Guess I need to make a move on finding a woman to hook up with, then. You know. In case I die.”
There’s nothing in the world that could make me do that,considering my complete lack of attraction, but saying he kissed me because he thought he’d die is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. If that’s how he wants to play off his attraction to me, then fine, but I’m not going to play along.
Hopefully.
My gaze drops to his thick thighs, and a memory of sitting on them fills me, and fuck. Right. I’m going totrynot to play along, even though I know that if he ever wanted to do it again, I’m not strong enough to say no.
Perry is way too fucking hot to ignore.
But I’m a big boy, I have no issues picking up, and there’s no way I’m going to turn into a pathetic little yes man just because my body is tortuously in tune with him. I hope.
I have no idea how long we drive for, but I can’t shake the unsettled energy coursing through me as the residential streets disappear and I watch vacant lots go by.
Perry’s little finger nudges mine, and I hate how cute I find that.
“Yeah?” I ask, not looking at him.
“You mad?”
“Nope.”
His voice is laced with amusement. “You sound mad.”
I finally look up, and I hate how easily his eyes make me soften to him, so I quickly distract to stop him from guessing why I actually am kinda mad at him. “I’m annoyed no one has answered any of my questions.”
“I told you what happened.”
I nod up front. “Still don’t know who he is.”
“Heis Tommy. He’s a friend from Lethal Poison.”
“What?” Lars turns completely in his seat, and his gun meets the side of Tommy’s head before I even see him pull it out. “Where are you taking us?”
“Relax …” Tommy blows a bubble of bright pink chewing gum before he lets it pop and pulls it back into his mouth. “I know a place.”
