I'd rather steal your heart

Mila’s POVIt was the third fundraising event I was attending in two days. I stood at one corner and pretended to sip my drink while my eyes stayed glued to the entrance in wait for the General’s arrival.Ma had faxed over a whole dossier on the man and she had already warned me that the chances of him showing up to these events was less than two percent. I bit back my sound of frustration. Every second I wasted at these events was another second that Helen could be getting hurt.I had already started putting my plan B into motion because it seemed my plan A was turning out to be a total bust. I headed to the bathroom to reapply my lipstick and touch up on my makeup. Two hours standing around in a crowded ballroom had probably smudged the carefully applied makeup by now.“The general won’t show up tonight. He wouldn’t be caught dead in these things.” I heard a woman’s voice coming from one of the sitting rooms as I walked down the hall. I immediately changed directions, inching toward

Mila’s POV“Oh God,” I mumbled, hoping that the ground would open right up and swallow me. The general set me to my feet and the next second, his jacket was off his body and wrapped around my body.“Come with me.” He said. I wasn’t given any time to respond or make a decision to follow him, because his hand found the small of my back and ushered me ahead of him into a room three doors down from the scene of our unusual first meeting. The room he led us into was large and tastefully decorated. A gigantic bed was the center of attraction in the room.The TV was on and showing some sort of documentary. The volume was turned all the way down so I couldn’t tell what it was. I had seen pictures of the general of course. Ma’s dossier on him included pictures of him, mostly pictures of him in his uniform though. But the photos could never have prepared me for the real thing. He was tall, that was my first thought. But it wasn’t just that he was over six feet tall, it was that he was imposing.

I delved my thigh forward, taking in the surrounding warmth. I had never been more mesmerized in my twenty-eight years of life. His hand on my hair sent relief surging through my spine. He moved down to my shoulders and kneaded my tense limp shoulder; it felt good, I had to admit. I am not sure when it happened, but a moan escaped through my lips, prompting him to grit his teeth. Unable to control the surge of current, I threw back my head. What was this? He needed to stop before I lost control. "Oh", I had lost control. "Do you like that? ", he inquired, trailing his index finger over the taut swell of my nipple which was visible beneath my gaudy dress. I just nodded, unable to say anything. He uses a remote control, and after a few clicks, the black-tinted glass separating the driver and backseat slides up. It was a Cadillac XTS sedan with three doors on either side, a standard leather interior, and an illuminated door handle that came off as if the stars had dropped from th