Page 81 of Last First Kiss
For that evening, she actually let her guard down a little and felt really useful and in charge. If there was one thing she knew how to do, and do well, was handle a weapon.
At the end of the evening, when they were back in the hotel suite, Rocco grabbed her arm and spun her to him. “You were great today. You looked like you were in your element and the crew responded well.”
“Thank you. I liked it. It was fun.”
He moved the hair from her face. “I’ve missed you.”
“God, I’ve missed you too.” She finally released a breath and pressed her cheek against his chest. “What are we going to do? I can’t go back and sit behind a desk all day. But I also want to be with you.”
“And I don’t want a bodyguard. I want you as a partner.”
“Let’s just take it one day at a time, deal?”
“Deal.”
She got on the tips of her toes and kissed his lips.
“Now let’s talk about how hot you look handling a weapon and getting all commando on the team today?”
“One minute you want some sort of demure bubbly girl by your side and the next you’re telling me my badassness turns you on?”
“Hey now, I never said anything about a bubbly girl.” He pulled her shirt over her head. “I love that you’re tough, opinionated, can handle yourself, can handle me. I just don’t want you to get hurt, is all.”
“What if I was a firefighter, I could get hurt.”
“I wouldn’t like it either,” he admitted. “Call me old-fashioned, but I just want to protect you. I just want you to come to me. It’s not that I want you to quit your job.” He sighed. “We’re at it again.”
“Okay, we’ll table this conversation until this movie is over.”
“Speaking of table,” he lifted her up and sat her on the table. “Do you know how hard it’s been to have you wiggling your ass against my cock for the last two nights?”
“I didn’t wiggle!”
“Maybe not consciously.” He reached around her and undid her bra, and she let it fall down her arms to the floor. He took one nipple into her mouth and then the other. “So perfect, so pink. Probably the only pink thing you own.”
She laughed. “Nope. There’s something else.”
He stepped away and pushed her legs apart and then cupped her sex.
“No, pervert. That’s not what I meant.”
When he nipped at her nipple again she forgot what they had been talking about. She wasn’t experienced but that didn’t mean she didn’t have needs or desires. She knew what felt good and maybe she didn’t yet know how to voice what she wanted, but she knew, without any doubt, that he did and he’d get her there, which made it that much better. In the bedroom she didn’t have to think or worry, she let him take full control knowing that she wouldn’t regret it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The cat’s out of the bag. El Traficante is filming in Villavincencio, Colombia. Protestors are at it again and are demanding that Ilusiones cancel their contract with NHN to film at the iconic restaurant.
The tiniest sliver of light came in through the curtains. Annie turned to check the time. They’d gotten in bed an hour ago, and she’d been tossing and turning since. Sleep was out of her reach today.
Every chance she’d gotten she’d taken the opportunity to search all over the web, the dark web, for anything related to Mendoza. She wanted to learn as much as she could about him and why it was that the people of Colombia, specifically Villavincencio, idolized him so much.
So far it seemed a typical case of impoverished people grabbing on to hope. Mendoza, a very charismatic man, promised the masses that he’d feed them, house them, make them rich. He told them that coca was a natural resource of Colombia and that the government was trying to oppress its people by depriving them of their natural rights to cultivate and sell the leaf.
Also, for years there’d been rumors of sightings of Mendoza all over Colombia. The big break in her research happened yesterday when she found some postings in the deep web calling for action to boycott the movie using violence if necessary to stop production. This worried her so much, it kept her from sleeping. Reading that had been alarming, but more alarming was probably the fact that it was just too quiet on set. Too calm.
Quietly getting out of bed, she sat on the table in the main room of the suite and started searching where she’d left off the previous day, this time breaking into some of Mexico’s governmental law enforcement sites trying to see if there was something she could find.
After three hours, she had one laptop running a detailed encrypted search while she was typing furiously on the other.
