Major Fairhaven might well prefer to play the whole incident down.
She suddenly realised just how vulnerable she was.
But would Nicolas really murder her?
And would he really allow Marco
to do whatever he wanted with her?
She didn't think so.
She might
have believed it of him when she first came to Guachtal, but now she
wasn't so sure.
She guessed it gave Nicolas some kind of pleasure to
threaten her, but she felt that he was more feared for what people
thought he could do than what he had actually done.
He was obviously a
crook in a smart suit, but whether he was liable to change into a thug
with a knuckle-duster was another matter.
She decided to challenge him.
"You'd consider having me killed, just for not coming when you called
for me?"
she asked lightly.
"Isn't that rather extreme?"
/! enjoy sex with you, Jacey," he said.
"But don't think that will save you if you oppose me.
I'm not going to
be made to look a fool.
As long as we're together, you do as I tell
you.
I like it that way."
He smiled.
"And so do you, don't you?"
"I don't like being dragged out of my bed by your police goons," she
said, He laughed, and lounged back in his chair.
They stared at each
other for a moment, and she found herself aroused, despite his threats.
She hated herself for knowing that she still found him devastatingly
sexy.
"Come here," he said.
She walked round the desk, and he pushed his
chair back so that his legs were stretched out in front of him.
"Take off those unflattering trousers."
She undid the drawstring and the trousers fell to the ground.
She
hadn't had time to put on any underwear.
She stood there, wearing only
the sweat top.
He surveyed her for a few moments and then reached out
to the red bush of her pubic hair.
"You haven't really hated all this at all, have you?"
he asked,
softly.
His fingers probed her expertly, discovering in a second that
she was moist and aroused.
"Nobody likes the police banging on their door," she said.
He played with her gently.
"A little fear," he said, 'can be an aphrodisiac."
Pulling her towards him, he forced her to straddle his lap.
He ran his
finger over her clitoris, with just the kind of pressure she enjoyed.
Her body began to shudder with delight and she could see his erection
bulging attractively and probably uncomfortably, she thought against
his fly.
She reached down and unzipped him to free his cock, and felt
it throbbing in her hand.
She grasped him tightly, in revenge for the
way he had treated her, but he merely groaned encouragement, and moved
his own hand faster, pleasuring her roughly, sliding first one finger,
and then two, into her warm depths.
She reached down to his balls and massaged them, but it was hard to
concentrate when her own body was responding so strongly to his
delightfully forceful handling.
She rocked back and forth, locked in
the rhythm of desire, hardly aware that she was still gripping him and
exciting him, too.
She closed her eyes, and when her orgasm came she
heard a harsh cry, and only a few seconds later recognised her own
voice.
Her'.
body thrashed wildly for several elated moments, and
then she collapsed into his lap, falling forward against his chest. She
lay there, disorientated by the physical waves of sexual euphoria that
had just shaken her.
"You can let go of me now," Nicolas said softly.
Jacey was still holding him.
She loosened her hand gently.
Even in
its relaxed state, his penis was still an impressive size.
Lulled by
the drowsiness that often followed good sex, she felt blissfully calm
and sleepy, and for a moment forgot exactly where she was, and how she
had come to be there.
Nicolas's body felt warm and comfortable under
her.
She could hear the beating of his heart.
For a brief moment they could
have been two lovers, recovering together after a session of shared
passion.
But only for a brief moment.
Her heartbeat slowed and her mind
returned to the present.
The cold, bare walls of the room jolted her
back to reality, and reminded her that her partnership with Nicolas was
far from romantic.
He treated her like a possession.
And, she knew,
he could do it again, at any time.
She untangled herself from him, and
stood up.
He zipped himself up, and she bent down to pick up the draw
string pants.
"No," he said.
"Not yet."
He lounged back in his chair.
"Go over to the wall."
Surprised, she did so.
"Now turn," he instructed, 'and come back."
She could feel his eyes on
her crotch as she walked towards him.
"Stop," he said, 'and lift up that unflattering sweater."
She pulled up the sweat top until it was level with the underside of
her breasts.
Then, slowly, she lifted it higher.
Her previous sexual
excitement had contracted her nipples into hard, little buds, and the
cool air in the office was tightening them again.
Nicolas stared at
her for what seemed like a very long time.
She expected him to beckon
her forward, but he simply said, "Very nice.
You can get dressed
now."
He watched her pull on her drawstring pants.
"Do you sleep in that outfit?"
he asked.
"I sleep in my skin," she said.
"I keep this outfit for when I'm dragged out of bed by the police."
He laughed.
"They won't do that again, unless you keep disobeying me.
And that's not going to happen, is it?"
"That's up to you," she said.
"Remember, I have a job to do.
I'm a doctor, and my patients always
come first."
/! appreciate that," he said.
"But I come a close second.
A very close second.
Don't ever forget
that, Dr.
Muldaire."
"I can't believe that he could do that to you," Ingrid said angrily,
after Jacey had confirmed the previous night's story.
"Poor Dr.
Sanchez was convinced we would never see you again."
She
leaned over Jacey's desk, her face serious.
"You must be very careful not to antagonise Nicolas.
Dr.
Sanchez
believes he murdered Juanita Marquez.
He is a psycho!
And are you sure it's safe to continue giving English
lessons to your little virgin Leonardo?
Won't it make Nicolas
jealous?"
Jacey laughed.
"Nicolas wouldn't see Leonardo as a threat.
Anyway, Leonardo doesn't
even like me.
You saw the way he behaved at the charity party."
"You don't take private lessons from someone you don't like," Ingrid
said.
"You do if your big brother tells you to," Jacey answered.
And added
untruthfully, "The lessons were Raoul's idea, not Leonardo's."
"Please."
Ingrid caught Jacey's hand impulsively, and gripped it.
"Promise me you will only teach the boy the English language."
"There isn't anything else he wants to learn from me," Jacey said.
But she knew that was a lie as well.
She was playing a strange kind of
game with Leonardo now.
During each lesson he made at least one
comment that she could take as an invitation to steer the conversation
towards sex.
He clearly hoped that things would go further than just
banter, but was too nervous or too inexperienced to make the suggestion
himself.
Jacey found it enjoyable to tease him, sometimes by being
deliberately obtuse, and sometimes by reprimanding him for being too
forward.
She had decided to keep the game strictly at a flirtation level as long
as she was with Nicolas and when he dumped her, as she had fully
expected him to do, she would have an excuse both to encourage
Leonardo, and to act the woman scorned.
But now she was not so sure of her plan.
Nicolas seemed to be getting
a perverse kind of enjoyment at having a different kind of woman than
usual under his control.
Most of his previous partners had probably
been besotted with him, or paid by him, but she was a professional
woman, with a mind of her own.
He was enjoying the challenge, and like
many people hooked on power-play, he would keep pushing to see how far
he could go.
But she did not want to be the subject of his sexual experiments.
She
had a suspicion they would get more and more extreme.
She had a vision
of herself at Police Headquarters, forced to play prisoner to Nicolas's
gaoler.
She didn't mind a little sexual dominance in the bedroom, but
didn't fancy exploring the more extreme forms of restraint.
Major
Fairhaven's mission was important, and now she wanted to complete it
before her relationship with Nicolas escalated into risky games.
She
needed information on Lohaquin and she needed it soon.
Her best lead
was Leonardo Marquez, and she wanted to make use of him as quickly as
possible.
The next time they met, Jacey allowed Leonardo to talk about music
almost until the end of their hour together.
He sat in front of her,