She walked away. Her hips swayed with deliberate provocation. Her hair caught the fading light. Her ass looked perfect in that combat suit and she knew I was watching.
Emi appeared at my side. Her healing aura washed over me. Her sapphire eyes showed concern mixed with something warmer.
"That looked intense."
"Natalia is intense."
"Are you okay?"
I thought about the question. My ribs hurt. My muscles ached. My pride swelled from victory. My heart raced from the kiss. My future promised complications and confrontations and beautiful women who wanted pieces of me I wasn't sure I could share.
"I'm perfect."
"Liar."
"Expert liar. Get it right."
She smiled. Bright and genuine and absolutely devastating.
"Come on. Veronica Cabana is waiting. Cel said the meeting room is on the third floor of the administration building."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"Can I at least shower first?"
"No time."
"I smell like sweat and desperation."
"You smell like victory."
"Same thing, honestly."
