Rolling off the table, I grabbed a water bottle. As the coolness drenched my hot skin, I shoved the empty bottle into my right pocket. The fire alarm blared as I exited into the chaos of the hallway.
I felt a jacket placed over me and a strong arm across my shoulders. "Ma'am, bad time to be caught in the shower."
Turning to my left, I saw his finely chiseled jaw, blue eyes, and dark hair. "I'm with security." Ex-military and dimples. Damn those dimples.
"Thank you, sir," I said as he hustled me down the hallway. I felt protected -- almost cherished -- tucked against him.
"Dammit! The visiting Prime Minister's been assassinated." He pointed to the stairwell, releasing me. "Follow them. You'll be safe. Keep the jacket."
He fled through the crowd ripping away my traitorous heart. Once again, darkness seized my soul and I nodded to the voice ingrained in my mind – 'One shot. One kill.'
Edited by Antilla, 06 February 2010 - 03:20 PM.