Chapter Twelve

“Your appointment is with me,” Javier told her, and she stumbled, spinning around too quickly with her wet-soled Converse on the polished floor.

“Easy, querida,” he whispered, steadying her with his hands. He let go when she pushed on them. And right away, she missed his touch.

Sad chuff.

Zip it furball.

She ignored her Tiger’s annoyed hiss and crossed her arms. Why did he do that? She needed answers, but things got confused when he touched her. No, absolutely no touching until he spilled the beans.

“So, you’re J.A. who needed the last possible appointment? What you’re like stalking me now?”

Pamela narrowed her eyes at him, though she was really more flattered than she was annoyed at him. Javi’s bronzed cheeks burned a deep crimson color as he rubbed the back of his neck while he tried to find an explanation.