I stood up, yawning, and got ready for bed. I had another long day of digging into the research tomorrow, and hopefully I’d find something. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and then got into bed.
And then started to think about Rafa.
Just like he had said I would, as soon as I got into bed, I began to imagine his face and his eyes staring into mine. He was so damn intense and strong in a way that I’d never seen before. I couldn’t really put my finger on it, but as soon as he got near me, I felt it jolting down my spine. I wanted to give myself to him, even though I knew that was totally insane.
He was still a stranger. He had dodged my questions about his job and basically wanted to keep talking about how he’d undress me. He was smart and he was slippery, but he was also handsome and a really good kisser.
I couldn’t help but slip my hands underneath my panties as I began to picture what could have been tonight.
I knew I would have let him do whatever he wanted with me. He would have slipped his fingers between my legs and found me soaking wet. No doubt he would have made some comment that would drive me crazy, make me mad and embarrassed, but he’d be too busy slowly rubbing my clit. My anger would only heighten the pleasure as that dirty bastard would kiss my neck.
I let out a soft moan as I began to rub my own clit. I realized that I hadn’t gotten off in almost a month, since I was too busy with the damn story. I let out a little gasp as I began to work myself, and my fantasy about Rafa deepened.
He’d bit my lip and spin me around, slowly pulling my panties down my legs. He’d slap my ass and whisper in my ear. He’d make me beg before finally pressing his thick cock between my legs.
Oh fuck, and it would feel perfect; I already knew it. He’d fuck me like a savage, his cock deep inside me as he slapped my ass and grunted dirty things into my ear. I would work my hips, sliding up and down his thick shaft, taking his cock like I couldn’t live without it.
I bit my lip, working my pussy, imagining Rafa’s body against mine. I knew this was what he really wanted me to do, but I couldn’t help myself. It was almost as if because he had commanded me to do it, I couldn’t help but follow through.
Just then, there was a loud knock. For a second, I thought it was just my own mind and my own fantasy. But no; it happened again. I stopped working myself, listening.
It happened again. Someone was knocking at my door.
I sat up, glancing at the clock. It was twelve thirty at night. I had no clue who could possibly be at my door, but I was suddenly nervous.
I got dressed again and got out of bed, frustrated all over again. I walked to the door as the knocking started getting more insistent.
“Okay, okay,” I called out. I made sure the chain was set before I cracked the door opened.
Standing there, illuminated by the hallway’s light, was Rafa.
He looked serious. There was no grin on his face.
“Hey there, Cassidy,” he said.
How the hell did he know my real name?
I wanted to slam the door in his face and run, but this door wouldn’t stop him. I didn’t think anything could stop this man if he wanted something.
“Going to let me in, Cassidy, or are we doing this the hard way?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I was so fucking screwed.
6
Rafa
A Few Hours Earlier
The warehouse was pretty fucking bleak as I walked around the outer edge. I couldn’t hear a thing from the inside, though I knew it was probably packed with wise guys. I stopped outside the side door and knocked a quick pattern.
It opened a crack.
“Who’s that?”
“It’s fucking Rafa. Open up.”
The door moved open a bit more. The guy looking at me was Ryan something or other, one of Ernesto’s boys.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Vince isn’t around.”
“I know. He sent me. Open the fuck up.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Ernesto didn’t say anything about this.”
I stepped up to him, annoyed. “You’re going to move now, or I’m going to beat your ass. Then when you bitch and cry about it to your boss, I’ll beat your ass again. Move.”
He stared me down for half a second and then stepped aside.
I strode past him and into the abandoned building. The door shut behind me.
Up ahead, the hallway ended at a T-junction. I turned right and kept going. I could hear voices bouncing off the old metal walls as I got closer and closer to the action.
I pushed open a door at the end of the hall and stepped into a wide and deep room. It was lit with only a single bright spotlight dangling from the ceiling.
Sitting under that light was a pretty girl strapped to a chair. Standing around were a bunch of wise guys, men I recognized. Leaning against the back wall was Ernesto.