Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(87)

He really needed to stop think about her ass, he decided as he discreetly shifted his pants to hide his growing erection. Relief surged through him when he saw that she was still in the store, not that he wouldn’t have been able to track her down, but he didn’t want to prolong this any longer than necessary. The faster they got the hell out of here and to Boston the better. He really didn’t know how much longer he could stand being around her and not touch her again.

It was just another reason why she had to go. He couldn’t handle feeling like this about anyone. He needed his head clear and his dick down if he was going to do his f**king job and he couldn’t do that with Izzy around making him feel relaxed and horny. He just hoped that when she left that his damn dick would get back in the game and behave.

For twenty-seven years he barely noticed it. Now he couldn’t help but notice and he was half afraid that he was starting to think with it. Since meeting her, the damn thing was at half-mast most of the time. Maybe he should pick up some loose jeans while he was here, he thought just as his Sentinel phone rang.

“Thank god,” he murmured when he saw that it was Eric calling him. The man better have his ass in gear and ready to take his little tormentor off his hands.

“Hey, Eric,” he said as he headed towards the back of the store.

“Chris, I need you to do me a favor,” Eric said in way of greeting and he knew the man was about to f**k him over. “I need you to hole up in a hotel for a day, two at the most.”

This was not f**king happening.

“Why?” he asked as he tried not to let his irritation show. He could not spend another day with Izzy. It was already going to be hard on both of them when they had to separate. Prolonging the inevitable was not in their best interest, definitely not his. He already found himself enjoying being around her and couldn’t risk her doing the same. He might be an ass**le, but that didn’t mean he wanted her hurt and keeping this going longer would only hurt her in the end.

“The shit hit the fan and I can’t get you and Isabella into Boston safely right now. I need you to stay low until I can find a way to sneak you into the city. I don’t know if they found out or if it’s just pure shit luck, but Boston is being swamped right now with demons, vampires and mercenaries and they’re all looking for your mate.”

“Fuck me,” he snapped, earning a gasp from an elderly woman as he passed the men’s section.

“Exactly. Give me a day or two to deal with a few things and I can get you into the city,” Eric explained. That wouldn’t work for them and right now was not the time or the place to go into it with Eric.

“How about this? I’ll take her to the Manhattan compound and wait for you there,” he suggested. He’d still be stuck with her for a few days, but he was pretty sure he could avoid her easily enough in the large skyscraper until Eric was able to come get her.

“No, I need her in Boston,” was Eric’s answer and Chris barely bit back the stream of curses that were threatening to break out.

“Then let me bring her in. We both know I can get her in there undetected,” Chris suggested, hoping, hell praying that Eric would go for it. Every second he was with his little mate he felt himself softening more and more.

After a slight pause Eric said, “No, I’m sorry, Chris.

You’re good, really good, but right now I need a guarantee that nothing and I mean absolutely nothing happens to Isabella,” he said, sounding almost desperate.

That had him frowning. “What’s going on, Eric?”

“I can’t really go into it too much right now because I have a few other things that I really need to get to, but we want her program Tattletale. After what you told me I spoke to a few contacts at the FBI and let’s just say her program would go a long way to taking control back from the Masters,” Eric explained. “But, in order to do that I need her safe and happy, Chris.”

“Meaning,” Chris prompted, having a funny feeling he wasn’t going to like this at all.

“I need you to be nice to her. Use your connection with her to keep her calm and happy. We need her to feel comfortable with us and accept the life that we can give her,” Eric stressed and Chris did his damndest not to wince. “Just don’t let her know that we want it. I want her convinced to give it to us. From what I’ve read and heard that will be our only bet.”

Right now there was no chance in hell that Izzy would want to help them, especially with the way he’d been treating her. Since he really didn’t think there was a chance in hell that he could do anything to change the way she felt about him, he decided that he wouldn’t even bother trying. Not that he would tell Eric that. He wouldn’t.

No, the best thing for both of them was to continue to be the ass**le she expected and use the time he was stuck with her to either convince her to do whatever the hell Eric needed her to do or simply scare the shit out of her.

Either way he was pretty sure he’d find a way to get what he needed. Once he did her ass was going to be on a plane to Europe and out of his hair.

“Okay,” he said, knowing he had very little choice in the matter, but they were going to do things his way. She was going to be quiet, stay the hell out of his way and keep her little hands away from him, because he couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t doom them both to a lifetime of misery by f**king her