Sasha Ramirez
Say please…
Iducked my head in horror as the crowd outside started screaming questions at us. I’d never seen so many flashing lights. For a second, I was blinded.
Oh my God! What the hell is going on?
“Prince! Prince!” someone was yelling right in my face.Rightin my freaking face! “Is it true? Did you just propose to Miss Ramirez?” I could feel myself shrinking back. Prince tucked me into his side and raised a forearm in front of us, shoving the shouting man away.
“Back off!” he snarled, and the paparazzo’s eyes widened in alarm. He stepped away abruptly and Prince held me close against him, cradling me against his ribs. I molded to the strength of him. “Give us some room,” he demanded, his voice deep and resonant. I could feel it rumbling beneath my cheek and felt an instinctive urge to hide against him. These people…my God!
A small circle had formed around us, and he took charge of it.
“Yes, Sasha Ramirez and I have announced our engagement this evening,” he said clearly. He was stroking my hair soothingly and for a second, it was as if we were a regular couple. “I asked her to be my bride, and she honored me by agreeing.”
He threaded his fingers through mine and someone yelled, “Show us the ring, Sash!” Prince was lifting my arm to flash the giant stone around for all to see. There was an excited smattering of comments.
“Have you set the date?” someone called.
“Isn’t this a bit sudden?” someone else asked.
“How did you meet, Miss Ramirez? Was it love at first sight?” came another.
“What does Angelique Delavigne have to say about this?” a woman near us shouted, and I felt him stiffen.
“My office will make a public statement in the morning, along with the announcement of Miss Ramirez’s new contract with Ardmore Glamor Curls,” Prince interrupted. “I hope you will respect our privacy and allow us to return home in peace.” There was another clamor of questions, and then I saw the group parting in front of us and a burly figure barreled through. I heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of Horatio, dressed in black, his cap pulled low.
“Miss Sasha?” he said, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” I nodded. “Here, follow me,” he said briskly. “I’ve brought the car around. You’re safe with me.” He was sweeping people out of the way with a thick arm.
“Geez, thanks Horatio,” Prince muttered sardonically. “What the fuck am I? Chopped liver?” The pair of them muscled through the crowd, arms locked around me until I was safely in the back seat of the limo, dark windows blotting out the chaos outside. I sank back against the seat, my breath hissing out.
“You okay?” Prince asked as the vehicle moved off, pressing through the throng.
I nodded, feeling the wave of panic slowly subside. He reached out a hand and stroked escaped curls from my face.
“You did good,” he murmured. I struggled to stem the horror. That man…Bert – Umberto. Of course I remembered him. He’d been a client when I’d worked for Leo. One of my first. Nothing ever happened, but he’d become a regular. I guessed he expected things to develop. God only knew how much he’d forked out for our “dates.”
“I’m so…I’m so sorry,” I murmured.Oh, God!What if this was a deal-breaker? I couldn’t afford for this contract to fall apart.
Emilio…
“Sweetness, nothing in life is simple. I should have considered this possibility when I started this thing.”
The words were surprisingly level-headed. The man I’d met weeks ago had struck me as a hothead. A bit of a dick, if I was honest about it. Frankly, I was still pretty sure that’s exactly what he was. But now…
“You were beautiful tonight,” he murmured, framing my face with his palms and brushing a kiss over my lips. A movement shifted ahead, and I saw Horatio’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror and then discretely away. A low hum vibrated through the air and the window between us and the driver’s seat swooshed shut. We were alone. I stared up at the man whose hands were on my face.
The surge of fear now began to be replaced by a surge of another kind, and I was aware of the fact that my panties were probably still in his top pocket, probably still wet. I swallowed hard as he lowered his hand and trailed his fingertips down my throat, tracing the bodice of my dress. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen when I’d slipped it on before we left. Now all I could think about was how quickly he’d be able to get his hands on my breasts. He didn’t stop there, however, even though my nipples had already puckered in anticipation. His hand dropped to my knee and gathered up the thick golden fabric of the skirt, sliding it up my thighs until my skin was exposed to his touch. His eyes held mine in thrall as his fingers pressed my thighs apart and then stroked upward to where my bare pussy was now laid open to the cool air within the car. He slid his finger along my slit and then dipped in slightly.
“You’re still wet,” he said softly, glancing down to where his finger was sliding in and out of me. I groaned deep in my throat. “I think I’m going to send you to get your pussy waxed smooth,” he murmured. “I want to see every inch of you.” He lifted his hand and sucked on his fingers, and I whimpered. “Just imagine all the ways I could make you squirm if there was nothing protecting that hot little clit of yours.” He pressed against it as he ended the sentence, as if to make a point. My hips jerked. “Shall I make you come till you scream again tonight? The way I did when you first moved in?” He was swirling his finger maddeningly. “Would you like that, Sweetness?”
I give a tiny shake of my head. I didn’t think I’d survive that again. Not tonight, after all that had happened.
“No?” he said mockingly. “Why not?”
“I…” I cleared my throat. My voice was gone. “I can’t take it…I wouldn’t last.”
“Oh, but I think you could,” he murmured. His lips were almost brushing against mine as his finger slid in and out of me. I could feel the wetness coating my inner thighs and trickling down my skin.
