Corbin escorted me up the stairs. Once we were inside our room, I slammed the door behind us, managing to maintain a semblance of control in front of the video camera. "Corbin. I think we need to jump in the shower."

If he was half as good with women as Marco claimed Corbin was, he'd understand the added verbiage that my eyes put in the phrase.  

Right. Fucking. Now.

A million thoughts flashed through my mind as I tore off my dress and my jewelry. How I should have listened to Ned. How this whole mission was a mistake. How we almost just died. How we were so fucked now, like royally-fucked-we-are-going-to-get-killed fucked because Corbin couldn’t stop running his mouth.

I turned the shower on full power, and the water was piping hot. I didn't care and jumped in. Corbin stepped in right behind me.

"Jesus! Ouch! Are you crazy?" Corbin jumped at the heat of the shower. It was legitimately scalding, so I wasn't surprised that he recoiled.

"Am I crazy? Screw you. You are the one who is legitimately insane."

"Oh yea? I'm insane. Please, enlighten me how.”

Corbin adjusted the water temperature so it was still hot, but now it was tolerable. He ducked his head under the water and wet his hair.

"Well, let’s see. Number one you just told Marco to fuck off.”

“More or less. Your point?”

“So there is no way he’s going to lead us to Luis now.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. But go ahead with whatever you have to say.”

Dick.

“Moving on to number two. He’s going to kill us. He’s just biding his time. I know it,” I said.

Corbin grabbed a bar of soap and started to lather himself up. “Nah. We’re good. Trust me.”

My blood boiled at the cocky bastard’s attitude.

“I thought you were a little dense, but clearly you are just dumb. I think all of those drugs have slowed down your brain. Don’t you see what you’ve done?”

I grabbed the soap from him. Even my lather was aggressive. I looked up and noticed Corbin was smirking at me.

“What the hell are you looking at?”

“You. You’re extra sexy when you’re angry.”

My jaw dropped. Unbelievable. Corbin Young was an asshole, I trusted him completely, and now I was going to lose my life because of that choice.

And you know what else was unbelievable? The cocky bastard was turning me on.

“You’re unbelievable. We’re done. Whatever we had a couple of nights—that’s over. It was unprofessional, and I can’t believe I did it. And the worst part is, it’s affecting you!”

“Yes, it is affecting me.”

I glanced below Corbin’s waist, and he was starting to enlarge. Fuck that’s hot. But no more. I fought the feeling welling up inside me. Not a good idea.

A light bulb went off in my head.

“You don’t want me to spend time with Marco alone. You’re jealous. Which is stupid."

Corbin chuckled. "Jealous? Oh, are we dating now? I must have missed the memo.”

"Get serious, Corbin! You are getting possessive of me. And it's making Marco suspicious! I’m supposed to be your fucking mistress, your property to be shared. Not your girlfriend! You’re not supposed to guard me; you’re supposed to just pass me around."

Corbin took a deep breath. He placed his hand on my neck and started massaging it, just like he had under the waterfall earlier. I was angry, but his fingers felt so damn good I let him leave his hand there.

"Possessiveness has nothing to do with how I acted back there. It’s about respect. Do you know what people like Marco respect? They respect it when you have a spine and you stick up for yourself. So I told him to go fuck himself. Called his bluff. This is all one giant poker game.”

I crossed my arms, unconvinced. "So you're saying you aren't possessive of me at all."

Corbin swallowed and his chest muscles flexed. "Yeah I like you. I do. But my motivations for my actions here are purely based on me getting the DEA what they need to let me off my sentence. How I feel about you—" he intensified the neck massage, "has nothing to do with how I act with Marco. Business is business."

“Your hand feels good,” I said, almost reflexively. Amazing, actually. Suddenly, I remembered that we were both naked in the shower. Corbin was staring back at me with his intense blues. His Adam's apple moved again.

"What are you thinking about right now?" he asked me.

“That’s my move,” I said. “What are you thinking about?”

“You.”

My heart felt like it dropped out of my chest cavity. I stepped back and felt my back press up against the cold tile. I let out a noise halfway between a moan and a sigh.

“I feel something special for you,” Corbin said. “Tell me you feel something too.”

“I feel something too,” I whispered. Corbin pressed his muscular chest against my soft breasts. His sharp jaw lingered inches from my face.

“I admit it,” he growled. “I don’t want to see you with Marco. I want you all to myself.”

I ran my hand down his wet, soapy chest, and he returned the favor.

“Me too,” I moaned.