“Go take a seat and I’ll bring it over.”
I sat on the couch and crossed my toned legs, waiting for Diego to come and sit with me.
“Put some music on. You like olives?” he asked with one in his mouth.
“Love them.”
“Okay, good.” He came around to the coffee table with a selection of cheeses, crackers, olives, sun-dried tomatoes, dip and pastrami.
“This looks good.” I popped an olive between my manicured fingers and into my mouth.
Diego’s eyes glowed with intensity at me. “I like the way you eat that olive.”
I giggled. “Stop it!” He grinned and put his warm hand around my knee, resting his head back on the couch and crossing his knee over the other one.
“So listen, I wanted to talk to you about a few things.”
“Okay, baby, go ahead,” I said.
“Ryder is still on Las Balas and now I have more information about what’s going on. I need you not to lie to me.”
I frowned at him. “What do you mean not to lie? I told you I’m not already.”
He gripped my knee tighter and looked at me. “Las Balas is trying to start a prostitution ring. Those two guys that were harassing you at the club thought you were one. That’s why they were so persistent.”
I froze with disbelief at what I thought I was hearing from him. “So? I told you that. My brother doesn't have anything to do with that. He wouldn’t be involved; he kicked them out. He promised me.”
Diego searched my eyes, giving me a pitiful look. “Just because he told you he did doesn’t mean he did. Las Balas has never been known as a clean club. Why would they start now? He was under El Diablo’s reign, he would have been a witness to a whole other side. If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem.”
I gasped in horror. “How the hell are you saying this? I don’t even understand.”
Diego put another olive in his mouth like nothing was happening. “Well, I’ve seen and known a lot in my time, ma’. Don’t get out of pocket. I’m not saying you’re involved. I just don’t know about your brother. How do you know for sure? Think objectively.”
I took my shoes off slowly. “Don’t get out of pocket, is that what you said?” I had a hand under his chin.
“Well, yeah. Just relax a little. I’m only talking.” My bare feet were grounded to the floor. An interesting look took place on Diego. I rolled my toes back and forth. I jammed my foot on top of his, just enough for him to yelp a little. “Owww! What the hell, Misty!”
I narrowed my eyes and flicked my hair.
“That’s how out of pocket I’ll get.” The electricity of sexual tension pulsed through my body and Diego fed off it. He grabbed my foot and brought it to his mouth to kiss it.
“Get over here. Is that how we’re getting down tonight, huh?” he whispered playfully and slid me over to his lap so I could look in his eyes.
“Don’t play with Spanish women, you know we loco,” I warned.
He had his hands cupped around my buttocks, caressing them. He admired the flicker of my lioness gaze. I felt his arousal as I grabbed the top of his shirt into a fist.
“And I love it,” he gritted through his teeth. I made a V with my hands and grabbed his jaw. I crushed his lips with mine and he groaned softly.
“Let’s forget about dinner. You can be mine.”
“I’ll agree to that.” He smiled darkly.
I leaped off him, expecting to follow him to the bedroom but to my delight, he grabbed me by the waist and put me over his shoulder, smacking me on the buttocks. My long dark hair hung almost down to the ground as he walked us to the bedroom.
As we reached the darkness of his lair, the vibration of his phone ringing sounded through. He let it ring. Diego placed me down on the floor and faced me toward the front of the bed with my back to him. He was behind me and rubbing me up from behind. The phone vibrated on the bedside table again.
His hot breath hit my ear. “Hold on. Let me turn that off.” My body was ready to be thrown into the throes of desire. “Shit!”
