A Dangerous Game (39 page)

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,