Where was Alex? He was a stranger. But with her eyes closed a half-blurred picture of his face pulsed in front of her. She had a warm memory of strength and reassurance. Dimly, she remembered him sprawled on the couch and sliding down, down into the darkness where she couldn't see.
That was foolish, thinking of Alex. Angry, she shook herself and opened her eyes.
The door was open and the Mexican with the fancy clothes, Fran's Casanova, was standing inside looking at her.
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"Ah! You have woken up, Chica!" His voice was soft but barbed with a hint of cruelty. Renee shivered, suddenly very much afraid. No longer was she able to keep that fear pushed out of sight. "Where are we?" Her voice quavered uncontrollably and broke. "With me, of course." "I want to get out of here!" |
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"Si, senorita. Nobody is keeping you. After last night," the Mexican chucked with his tongue and rolled his eyes, "I had to do something. I could not leave your friend out like that, no?" He gestured toward Fran and smiled.
Renee smiled back. She couldn't help herself. There was something so attractive about this man ... Now she knew why Fran had fallen all over him so fast and she didn't blame her a bit. He radiated such a feeling of confidence just by being in the same room that it seemed already as if everything was all right.
"Could you find her something to wear?" she asked, almost shyly.
"Of course. Porque no?" He stepped closer to her, and Renee could smell a fresh masculine scent from his body. "If you are still tired, why don't you go back to sleep, little one? When you wake up I will have everything you need."
"No. We should leave now."
"Of course. If you insist." He put his hand on her shoulder. She could feel the heat of his palm caressing her as he gently pushed her back on the bed. She tried to resist, but it was so much easier staring up into his soft, brown eyes.
He leaned and kissed her mouth. His hot lips seared into her. His mouth felt on fire. She tried to swallow the heat in her own mouth and she moaned.
His hand was on her breast. It was burning her alive. She squirmed against him, and then he was easing her sweater up over her body and she was arching and mewing, helping him to get it off. Her bra followed.