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gave
Hughes the cell number Varela gave him. “Inform the man to track
your cell for the GPS coordinates here to suite 210.”
    “Yes, Mr. Wyatt.”
    Jeremy hung up the phone and sighed.
    Now all he had to do was wait for Natalia to
get some and drop the charges or wait for her to leave the country
without testifying for the charges to be dismissed. Meanwhile, he
had to figure out how to win Maggie back.
     
11. The
Call
     
    Natalia groaned into her pillow the next day.
So much for jumping continents to seduce an old flame. She had
already been rejected twice. Although her latest attempt to win
back an ex-fiancé failed, she did not regret leaving her
stiff-neck, stuffy politician of a husband who was serving time on
spurious charges that would take awhile to clear. She didn't want
that life, but she wasn't liking the start of her new life
either.
    She drifted through the rest of the day as if
sleepwalking. She was angry before. When the rage subsided, though,
she felt something else. Was she depressed? Not a good sign. She
was supposed to be enjoying her new life, a life of freedom—with
Jeremy.
    God, she had no chance with Jeremy now. Nor
did she have a chance with Mateo. She needed to start all over
again. At twenty-five, she could still be quite a catch. Heck, some
women didn't even get married until their thirties. Fuck, why
couldn't she have great sex and a great marriage all in one?
    I SO need to get laid.
    The outfit she wore yesterday looked sadly
neglected, crumpled on the couch where she left it. She
grimaced.
    What a waste. Might as well make the most of
it by wearing the outfit around the suite for the rest of the
evening. She took the attire into the bathroom and dressed up,
checking herself in the mirror.
    Not bad. Not bad at all, if her plan had
worked. Maybe she should add a mini-skirt and go clubbing.
    Ding dong.
    She jumped, startled. Should she pretend no
one was in at the moment?
    Ding dong.
     
    Her heart skipped a beat. It could be
management. No, they would call.
    She quickly ran down the list of
possibilities in her mind. No, Jeremy could not have found her
suite. She left it unlisted. It couldn't be Mateo either. There was
no way he could have tracked her to Jeremy's. Could it be the
police? No, they would have followed up on the phone.
    She quickly slipped into her trench coat and
secured the sash before opening the door. Two imposing men in suits
stood before her, side by side. She took an unconscious step
backward.
    Private security guards, she surmised.
    One man handed a discreet paper bag with
handles to her. The other man handed her the cell phone. “Answer
it,” he instructed in accented English.
    God, could it be...?
    Puzzled, she took the call. “H-Hello?” her
voice shook.
    “I've got ten minutes to fuck you on the
phone.” The gruff but familiar voice made her breath hitch.
    Oh, god. She didn't need to go out for
a fuck. Fuck was being delivered!
    “Shut the door.” His tone threw her so off
kilter that she complied. Her world spun as her legs grew weak.
Where was the gentleman she thought she knew?
    “Now kneel.” God, he sounded sexy. She liked
it when men took charge in the bedroom. She didn't have to think,
just act.
    She kneeled.
    “You've been a naughty girl,” he sneered.
    She winced. She had never heard that tone
from him before.
    “Crawl on your elbows and knees to the
bedroom. Use your teeth to take the bag with you.”
    She kept the phone at her ear. The paper bag
rumpled in the shuffle to the bedroom.
    God, she was wet.
    “What are you wearing?”
    “A trench coat.”
    “Take it off and fling it to the floor.”
    She undid the sash at the waist, took off her
coat and flung it to the floor.
    “What else are you wearing?”
    She didn't want to tell him, because she
didn't buy the outfit for him.
    “Well?” he prodded.
    “A zip front strapless corset, garters, thigh
high fishnet pantyhose, a thong and high heels.”
    “Bend over onto the bed. Keep your ass