Page 135 of Desperate Actions

“Oh, no worries. Don’t bother. Goodnight, Santos.”

I don’t wait for a reply.

I just move.

Through the connecting door from the garage to the hallway beside the kitchen.

I can feel Santos watching me, and again, I am sure he is just doing his job but the second I step inside, I lock the door.

Then I engage the security system the way Sammy showed me.

It’s silly. I mean the guy is security and he can undoubtedly get in. But I feel better now.

The quiet hum of the locks clicking into place soothes me for a second.

I try to shake off the slight sense of unease I’m feeling.

But I chalk it up to jitters. After all, this is the first time I’ve been alone in this house.

I walk to the living room, depositing my purse on the table behind the sofa. Then I walk upstairs to the bedroom to get changed.

I don’t know if I’m entirely okay with someone else having access to the house when Sammy isn’t here.

And that’s something I’ll have to discuss with him later.

For now, I decide to put my big girl panties on and get the show on the road.

I take a quick shower, letting the hot water soothe some of the tension in my muscles. My mind is still running circles around everything.

Sammy’s secrecy.

This new life I’m adjusting to.

The way I still don’t feel fully settled in this house even though it’s technically mine.

I shake it off.

Once I’m dry, I throw on a pair of soft lounge pants and a matching cropped tee, something cute but comfy enough to signal that tonight is strictly a girls’ night in.

I know I’m a bit too fluffy for this kind of getup by society’s standards. But,and especially in my house, society can go fuck itself.

I’ve learned to love my curves and dimples. So if I want to wear a crop top, I am damn well going to.

By the time I finish placing various food orders from some of the best restaurants in town, the intercom buzzes.

I jump slightly at the sound before shaking my head at myself and pressing the button.

“Yes?”

“Mrs. Ramirez,” a deep voice comes through the speaker. “Your guests have arrived.”

It takes me a second to place this security guard’s name.

Benny. That’s it.

“Oh, great! Thanks, Benny. Oh, and I ordered some food—it should be arriving soon.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll bring it up when it gets here.”

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