Knox
Had I misread her? Had she merely wanted s*x and that was all? I'd thought she had liked me a little, but after I came, she went colder than the cell.
My heart twisted in my chest at the pain that I had caused her somehow.
She couldn't be working with the Roulex. Otherwise, she'd be shimmying up to me, rubbing herself against me and tempting me to mate with her.
No. This was different. No actress or spy, no matter how good, could send off the vibes she was doing now. Perhaps I'd misjudged her.
Carefully, I stepped closer to her. "Are you hurt?"
"No." She pushed up, wiping a hand down her face, and leaving a gray smear. "Sorry. I made a promise to myself never to get involved with an unavailable guy."
"What does that mean? Unavailable? I'm right here." I pulled my shoulders back
