Crashing into Her by Mia Sosa

Author:Mia Sosa
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2019-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Is there an aspirin specifically formulated for sexual tension headaches?

Eva

Ugh. That fucking shirt Anthony’s wearing is going to be the death of me.

Although the dark gray compression tank leaves only his sculpted arms exposed, it clings to his body not like it’s a second skin, but like it is his skin, highlighting his barrel chest and taut stomach. I detest that garment with the fiery passion of a thousand suns and just as many ghost peppers. It’s making me notice Anthony the man, when I should be paying attention to the person who’s both my friend outside the training room and Mr. Castillo in here.

He begins to pace in front of us. Well, in my mind, it’s more like a strut, the roundness of his firm ass visible in profile. “Today’s class is all about filming a fight scene.”

Mother of mercy, now that he’s walked past me, I can see the dips and planes of his well-defined back. I’m so weak it’s embarrassing.

Megan leans into me and whispers in my ear. “You okay, Eva?”

I tap my head with the side of my hand, trying unsuccessfully to knock some sense into it. “What?”

“Thought I heard you moan. Do you have a belly ache or something?”

“No, I’m fine,” I say. Smacking my pasty lips, I struggle to come up with an excuse for my inadvertent outburst. “Just remembering what I had for dinner last night. It was so good.”

“What did you have?” Megan asks.

“A salad.”

“Must have been some salad.” She gives me a conspiratorial smile. “Finding it hard to focus?”

I finally meet her gaze and see the humor in her eyes. “Yes, goddamn it, yes.”

We both share a laugh, until Anthony plants his feet in front of us, his lips pursed and his neutral gaze settled on me—and only me.

“Eva, what are the five tenets of tae kwon do?”

The question evokes a Pavlovian response—but my mouth’s still dry when I recite them. “Courtesy, integrity, perseverance, self-control, and . . . indomitable spirit.” I bite down on my lip to stop myself from ending with Sir. Shit, the way he’s looking at me, Daddy might be appropriate here, too. Okay, no, that’s not happening.

“What’s that first one again?” he asks, cupping his ear.

“Courtesy.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Understood, Mr. Castillo.”

He nods and resumes his insufferable pacing. “Good.”

The desire to stick my tongue out at him is strong. So very strong. Why didn’t he call Megan out, too? I wasn’t the only one laughing. And why am I kind of turned on by the way he took control of his classroom? I drop my head in shame.

“Fight scenes don’t reflect actual combat, of course,” he continues. “It’s a combination of acting, throw kills, sound effects, and camera angles. Think of it as a dance between the two fighters with the sound effects serving as the song you’re dancing to. If even one step in the choreography is off, the whole sequence just looks bad. Google ‘terrible fight scenes’ to see some examples.

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