Page 13 of Her Last Hope
Alicia peered over the computer screen. “Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted you to know it’s done.”
“Good.” Ramos continued to dance his fingers across Leandra’s skin. “I think you have a meeting, don’t you?”
Alicia closed her laptop and stood. “I’ll let you know the outcome.”
Ramos nodded. He watched Alicia’s hips sway as she slinked out of the kitchen.
Leandra swallowed the bile burning her throat.
“Alicia is sexy as hell, but she’s a cold fish,” Ramos whispered into Leandra’s ear. “I don’t like it when people lie to me.” Ramos kept his slimy fingers on herleg. “And I don’t care if your husband would be bothered by this.” His fingers slid under her skirt. “Because I am going to fuck you.”
She choked on a piece of bacon as she batted his hand away. After taking a slow sip of water, she wiped her mouth and turned to face Ramos. “I’m not a liar, so I can promise you, we will not be going to bed together.”
He leaned back in his chair, clasping his thick fingers behind his head. The corners of his mouth tipped up in the kind of grin that made her skin prickle with fear.
“How does your husband feel about you staying here with me?”
She shrugged. “He trusts me, and he’d kill you if you laid a hand on me.” She smiled, cocking her head. “But I’d kill you first.”
“I like this side of you.” Ramos adjusted himself.
She kept her gaze on his eyes, not the mound between his legs he tried to get her to notice.
“You’re a sexy woman, and I bet you’re a real tiger in bed. I suspect it takes a quite the man to satisfy you. I know you’d be happier with my dick inside you than your husband’s.”
Conjuring up the sensation of having Nick between her legs and the way his lips sizzled against hers, a huge smile spread across her face. “Highly unlikely.”
He waved to the cook, raising his empty mug. “Text your husband, if that is who he is, and tell him the meet is on. I assume he knows I’ll have eyes everywhere.”
She nodded, nibbling on more bacon.
“Do it now.”
The command startled her but didn’t surprise her. She pulled out her phone and pulled up Nick’s contact information, which had his last name as Manovich.
Hey, babe…meet is confirmed, Wifey.
She set the phone on the table, face up, so Ramos could view the text.
Transparency.
Pushing her plate aside, she glanced out the window, focusing on one of the smaller fishing boats. She couldn’t see the man’s face, but he held something in his hands and by his frame, she could tell it was Nick. He didn’t glance up, but at the same time he stuffed something in his pocket, her phone dinged.
Perhaps we move it up? As planned?…Hubby XOXO.
“What does that mean?” Ramos shook his head, dropping his hand to the side.
“Means he’s out there.” She pointed to the lake front, then texted:
Your call…Wifey.
Ramos pushed back the chair, the legs screeching across the tile floor like fingernails on a chalkboard. “How dare you,” he said with a snarl. “I generally kill people who spy on me.”
“It’s a public lake, and there are a dozen fishermen out there. Only one is my husband, so I wouldn’t call it spying.”
Ramos turned, grinning. The way he saunteredtoward her made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
“You’re a smart woman. Let’s hope that husband of yours is as smart,” Ramos said.
