Page 10 of Her Last Hope
“Who’s your backup, and how do you see this going down?”
“I have none, and I have no idea.”
“What!? Are you fucking crazy? And this is all supposed to go down tomorrow?”
“I need to find my client’s daughter, and this is the only way.” She stood, leaping over the coffee table. “I need to get back. My phone and laptop are both there, and one of my contacts could be trying to reach me.”
“You think I just fell off the turnip truck?” He pointed to the dining room. “I gathered all of your important things that I could find.”
“I still need to get back before daybreak.” She planted her hands on her sexy hips again.
Hips that he wouldn’t mind grabbing in the heat of the moment.
Fuck. What the hell was his problem?
She made it worse by shifting, as if she knew his mind had just plummeted into the gutter.
“What time is this meeting tomorrow?” he asked.
“I told Ramos I’d have an exact time and place by morning.” She rocked back and forth, shifting her weight from one leg to the other.
“But if you can’t make that happen by tomorrow, you’re as good as dead.”
She let out a sarcastic chuckle. “After Ramos has his way with me, which I suspect he’s beyond kinky or perverted, and I doubt I’d like it much either.”
Nick balled his fists. The idea that Ramos might lay even his pinky finger on Leandra made his blood cells burst like exploding popcorn.
“Consider me Batman. I’ll be the buyer, and I can get a team of men here in a few hours to do the rest.” He stepped up the two stairs dividing the family room from the dining room. Grabbing her round hips, he turned her.
“What am I supposed to be? Cat Woman?” Her hands rested on his shoulders. “I doubt that is the right costume for me.”
“Oh, hell yes,” he said, giving her hips a squeeze. “You were made for that costume.”
She tilted her head, giving him an inquisitive stare. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“No, it’s not.”
“For all I know you work for Ramos and you’re setting me up.”
He cocked his head as he slinked his hands to the small of her back. Bad idea was putting this situation mildly. “Call your daddy and find out who I am.”
Her fists came down hard on his chest as she balled his shirt, heaving him forward. He counteracted, but found himself tumbling backward, holding her tight, taking her with him.
“Fuck,” she mumbled, pulling back, but it was too late as he tripped backward over the steps, scrambling to make sure they made it to the sofa and didn’t land on the floor, but clutching her tight, anticipating her landing on top of him, her round breasts smashed against his chest.
Maybe he was a pervert after all.
She dug her heels into the carpet, while her fists pulled at his shirt, slowing them down enough that when his ass hit the sofa, he slid to the ground with a thud.
A painful grunt echoed from her lips when her knees hit the floorboards.
A pleasurable groan escaped his throat as her body landed on his thighs, his fingers digging into the top part of her ass.
“That didn’t go as planned,” she muttered.
“I don’t know about that.” He winked. “I kind of like how it ended.”
“Ugh. Let me go, or else—”
