Page 62 of South Beach Bodyguards

Whatever. I made my way across the room, which was decorated in stark white and lime green. I flicked on the light so I wouldn’t trip, and I bee-lined right for the bathroom. Wester would be able to see through the huge glass windows exactly what I was doing, so maybe he would get bored and retreat and I could make my escape back to the house. I slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it as well, though I didn’t think he could follow me.

I decided to take a shower to scrub off his touch. I was still wet from his ministrations and that was just something I wanted to forget. But as I stood under the hot stream of water and lathered every inch of me in scented body gel, I couldn’t help but remember exactly how freeing and amazing he had made me feel. Two minutes, tops, he’d had me crying out in complete abandoned pleasure. It wasn’t fair.

Drying off, I put my robe back on and wished fervently for panties. I opened the bathroom door and immediately saw Wester was sitting in the living room waiting for me, leg crossed, looking like he owned the place. Shit. I slammed the door shut again and locked it.

I could sense him moving toward me. My body betrayed me instantly, my nipples going hard. “Traitors,” I murmured, glancing down at my chest.

This knock was soft, suggestive, disarming. “Just let me in,” he murmured, not sounding aggressive at all. “Please?” It was a seductive plea. One that promised he would make it worth my while, more than any genuine request.

Since I was actually tempted, it was time for drastic measures. I turned on the faucet so he couldn’t hear what I was doing, then unlocked and slid up the window on the back wall. I wasn’t sure where it dropped off to but I thought the south side of the house, by the kitchen. I could enter the house over there without him even knowing. Fortunately, the window wasn’t high and it didn’t take much effort to go through, even with the lumpiness of my robe in the way.

I silently thanked myself for all those yoga classes I had forced myself to endure the last few years as I hooked my leg over the sill and then the other, before dropping onto the soft ground.

“That was a better view than I was expecting.”

I froze. The voice not only startled me, it wasn’t Wester’s. It was higher, whinier, raunchier. For a heartbeat, I stood still, waiting, listening, but the man said nothing else. Gathering my wits, I turned to run, simultaneously opening my mouth to scream. But a hand clapped over my mouth before I could get anything other than a squeak out. I tried flailing and elbowing wildly, but arms were already around me, and fear was rolled over by blind panic. The hand smelled earthy and I felt like I couldn’t breathe as I was dragged backward.

I bit and managed to get him to release my mouth long enough so I let out a scream, before he slapped me in the face, the pain so shocking and unexpected I lost every thought of survival that had been running through my head and just let the guy haul me away. In twenty-four years of life I had never been hit like that and it was jarring, teeth rattling, and sobering. I had been threatened with violence by my mother, but she’d never carried through with it. Stunned, I couldn’t focus since he was bouncing me around, but I knew we were heading away from the house, so that meant toward the water.

He paused and murmured in my ear, “Thanks for making my job easier, Mrs. Davis.”

Oh, shit. He thought I was Eva. I wasn’t going to protest. They wouldn’t believe me. And Eva wasn’t cut out to be kidnapped. I wasn’t sure I was either, but I was quicker on my feet. My whole life, my job had been to keep Eva safe and in this case, it was quite literal. I was confident I could handle the situation at least marginally better than her, so I stiffened my resolve and tried not to freak out.

The guy shoved me and I fell face forward into a boat, landing against a seat and a large man who smelled like cheese. Maybe not so quick on my feet either.

I scrambled backward and forgot all about being tough. I was just hoping not to beg or cry.

Twin sisters. It would have been nice to have had that information before I had pushed her robe aside and tasted her pussy. But that was on me, I guess. Though there was honestly no way I could have known. She hadn’t told me her name or anything different and they looked exactly alike. Sure, she had seemed a little… sharper than Eva but I had attributed that to her being alone on the patio with her book instead of in the presence of her husband.

So now Twin Sister, whose name I didn’t know, hated me. Yet, she had let me go down on her and her comment had made me think she would have let me push inside her with my cock as well. So that was a mystery.

One I intended to solve.

Besides, I didn’t want her thinking that I had been planning to nail her sister just to piss off Ricardo. That was a bonus, not my original intent. When she bolted for the pool house, I tried knocking but it was obvious she wasn’t going to open the door. So I picked the lock. Ricardo didn’t have state of the art security on his pool house, mainly because he lived on a gated island. The only way to access his property was by water or via the gate so I guess he didn’t worry too much about it. It was easy work to go inside and figure out that Twin was taking a shower.

My phone rang while I was waiting. It was Ricardo. “Hello?”

“What the fuck are you doing fucking my wife’s sister?” he screamed. “Get the fuck to my office!”

“I was off the clock,” I lied, just because I knew it would piss him off more. Poking Ricardo was not like poking a bear. It was like poking a clown fish. Not at all scary.

“Don’t ever touch Olivia again.”

At least now Twin had a name. Olivia. It fit her. She was beautiful and intelligent.

“You’re supposed to be watching my dog. Surveillance showed that some of Benito’s men are out on the water. This is exactly what I was talking about.”

That knocked the grin off my face. Benito. A well-known drug dealer and one of my best friends in childhood, back in Hialeah. “What does Benito want?”

“I owe him money. Now get to my office.”

He hung up and I turned just in time to see Olivia open the bathroom door, spot me, and slam it shut again. I heard the lock click. Followed by the window rising up, the sound distinct even with the faucet running. It didn’t take a genius to figure out her next move. She was going out the window.

That made me smile. She had some sass to her and I liked that. I was going to intercept her and figure out what exactly her story was, and why she had so eagerly let me kiss her, touch her. Lick her. The memory gave me an erection. Damn, she had been so fucking hot.

“She’s hot,” I told Mariposa, who had jumped onto the couch with me. She yawned. I left her there and closed the front door behind me.

Going around the side of the pool house, I sensed it before I saw it. Danger. There was a shift in the air, the movement of more than just Olivia. I heard a man’s voice, then a muffled scream. Pulling my gun out I paused at the corner of the building and cautiously looked around the corner. It was dark on this part of the compound, but I could see the white of Olivia’s robe as she was hauled down the hill by a man in dark clothes. I debated firing off a shot, but was worried with her flailing around I might hit her.

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