The cigarette dangled lazily between two unkempt, weather-worn fingers. He sucked in a deep breath of nicotine, exhaling with a calm smile moments after.
You shouldn't smoke. It makes you ugly.
It keeps me sane. Unlike you.
The cigarette fell and he jumped up, eyes wide with uncertain and genuine fear.
"Adam? Your boss said we could find you here."
Eyes flickered between the two; heart rate off the charts.
How do they know your name?
He swallowed the urge to vomit and shrugged, stammering, "I get migraines."
Adam?! How do they know you?
He could hardly hear the larger mans question over Amanda's voice. She didn't trust anyone. Didn't let him trust anyone.
"I-I don't know," he said blindly, pulling an answer from thin air. He hadn't even heard the question. Subconsciously, he turned from the man. Alpha-male.
Run.
"Have you seen anyone out of the ordinary around here? Perhaps, someone who acts possessive or overly confident towards women..."
He turned slightly, entranced by the vast different in this others voice. Soft, gentle, inviting.
Just enough dominance in the awkward way the lithe man stood. It took a moment to pull his eyes away.
"No, all of the guys around here are the same. Act like they own the place."
A pink tongue darted out to wet his lips and he dared to glance at the taller agent, catching the remnants of a smirk.
Such pink lips.
What are you talking about? He's bad. He will hurt you.
No, he's perfect.