Emotionally Compromised (Emotionally Compromised Series)

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Authors: A. Rosa
fitting for any sort of ... relationship."
    "I could say the same about my job, but you don't see me walking —or in your case running—away."
    His words make me wince. He may be joking, but his words are truer than I'd like. I sigh, letting my arms fall onto the table.
    Without a second thought, he confidently takes hold of my hand, and there it is, this electric current. I suppress the desire for more. What is happening? Normally, when a stranger reaches out to touch me, it makes me want to dislocate their shoulder, but he feels comforting. It bothers me, but only because it is a new sensation. I pull my hand out of his grasp, and place it under the table. It feels like something I am supposed to do, rather than what I want.
    I peer into his eyes, and I can see him gauging my response in a wounded manner. I think he is holding his breath. His eyebrows furrow, and he no longer looks like a hotshot CEO, but a young kid, scared to hear what comes next.
    His sculpted mouth distracts me as it hangs partially open in anticipation. I have the urge to lean in and kiss him, but I refrain.
    Since when does Agent Alex Turner have the urge to kiss anyone?
    Every part of my professional being is telling me no, but I want to see what he has to offer. He has me reeling for more of him.
    I sigh and I am hoping for a compromise, though I know I am bending the rules to make it convenient for me. I am selfish and I know it.
    "Can we try not to get attached to each other? Can you refrain from doing things like kissing me, touching me, whatever? You need to try to keep your distance from me. This is a warning. I'd like to spend time with you but I don't want—I don't need—something to commit to. I am not a girl you should get tangled up with. Can we be friends?" I look him dead in the eye and decide to beat him at his own game. "People tend to fall in love with me, and I don't want to break your heart."
    He smiles this triumphant boyish grin. Oh my. He sputters a laugh of shock.
    "Hmm, for some reason , I believe you. We can take this slow. Right now, I want you any way I can get you. Let's go to my place, watch a movie, order a pizza, and that's it. Innocent. I won't even touch you. I promise."
    I don't believe him, but it makes me giddy.
    Agent Turner, do you even know what it means to be giddy?
    I shake my head, dumbfounded by this man, and consider his offer.
    My cell phone buzzes, breaking my train of thought. The phone sitting between us reveals a text message from Marcus Gibbs:
     
    Hey there, how's it going? Wanna get some drinks tonight?
     
    My stomach clenches as I peer up into the, again, wary blue icebergs that are Jeremy's eyes. He knows it's Marcus, and that right now I am going to have to choose between them. Before I can think, I blurt out, "A movie sounds great." What are you doing?
    It all becomes worth it when Jeremy bestows his pantie-dropping grin upon me, and before I can make a move, he is piling up my textbooks and putting them in my backpack for me. My grin is embarrassing as I watch him acting out how smitten I feel on the inside.
    I get up from my seat, and Jeremy grabs my hand and pull s me outside. What happened to the I-promise-I-won't-touch-you thing? But I don't protest one bit.
    I tuck my phone in my pocket without giving it a second glance and follow Jeremy out the door.
    Derek is going to kill me.

CHAPTER SIX
    Risky Business
     
     
     
     
    ALEX TURNER
    His smile is so incredible that it has my special-ops-trained knees wobbly. I feel like I am coming down with an illness or something. I take a deep breath to regain my balance. I am a girl defined by control, and I need to get a grip. He's involved in my assignment. I can't be so careless. Too late.
    "Do you have a car?" he asks.
    What is happening still baffles me. I stumble with my words and forget what language to use.
    " Sim, eu faço ... I mean, yes, yes, I do. Except I prefer to take public transit when I can, sooo ... not today." Smooth.
    I

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