Page 24 of Eternal Craving

“Try me.”

My gaze met his. “I want the girl.”

Salvador sat up.

I leaned close to his ear. “Bring her to me.”

“I believe she’s with the senator.”

“Then you’d better move fast.”

Salvador leapt to his feet and hurried off.

I had nothing to lose. I’d soon be reunited with Alicia, my last link to my family. All this time, she’d been with Felipe who’d poisoned her mind, no doubt. When I found her, I’d explain everything. The promise of vindication was real.

While I waited, I breathed in the warm country air, having found yet another reason to hate the man – he was betraying my sister with the dancer I coveted.

I saw Salvador heading quickly toward me – alone. Disappointment caused me to frown.

“I’ve been on some dangerous missions,” he said, “but this one beats them all.”

“What happened?”

“We were just in time,” he said. “Felipe had her taken to his guest quarters. She’s terrified. You do realize if he ever found out?—”

“Take me to her.”

Disappointment danced in his eyes.

I rested my thumb on his lower lip and his mouth parted. An uncommon arousal stirred as Salvador’s pout met mine and our tongues brushed. He opened his mouth wider to deepen our kiss, and there came a passionate surge so fervent that it seized my breath.

I broke away.

Salvador looked disconcerted.

This was my first brush with romance, and it felt daring and forbidden. Unsure who to trust, I wasn’t going to let my guard down easily.

We ascended the stairs, quickly reaching Salvador’s bedroom. He opened the door and signaled for me to enter. Silhouetted at the window stood the beautiful flamenco dancer.

“It’s a tradition to spoil our guests.” He gave me a wink and then closed the door as he withdrew.

The dancer backed away toward the bed.

“You’re safer going in the other direction,” I said, amused.

Her cheeks blushed.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

Her hands scrunched the material of her dress, lifting it slightly off the floor. “Annabelle.”

“You’re safe now,” I said. “Will you dance for me?”

She hesitated.

“Please,” I said, settling on the edge of the bed.

Her demeanor changed and she seemed uncertain.