I was given a laptop and told to look up Alejandro. There were articles about the Ramírez Cartel. Not many, and not the kind to be scandalous, but enough.
Now that I’ve met him, I’m sure he would have had the means to erase what he wouldn’t have wanted to be public. So, I take it that what I saw was supposed to be seen.
“Did you read the articles?”
“Yes, but since they didn’t say a lot, I don’t know much.” That’s the truth, and he can see it.
Thank God he looks satisfied with my answer.
“You know enough for my liking. Does my link to the cartel scare you, Lucia? Be aware of the fact you’ll be in my home. And in my bed.”
My breath catches in my lungs as he rivets his gaze to mine. I imagine being in his bed and all the things he might do to me.
Considering what’s happened to me and my father, I’m not supposed to feel anything close to the arousal I feel. But I do. It’s something I can’t deny, and he’s just asked me another question I’m not sure how to answer with anything other than the truth.
“Yes.”
His lips curl, and he moves to the shell of my ear. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, unless you want me to. That’s a whole other matter we can talk about if you get this job.”
If I get the job.
This is not good. If I were close to getting the job, he wouldn’t be talking about if.
“What do I need to do?”
He moves away, and that wicked glint returns to his eyes with a touch of sin.
“Move to the next phase of the interview. Do you want to do that, Lucia?”
“Yes.”
He presses his forefinger to my bottom lip and traces the curve. “Just to be clear, Lucia Ferreira.” He pauses for a beat, lifting a lock of my hair as he angles closer. “Do I have your permission to touch you in whatever ways I want and do whatever I want to you?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Now take your clothes off for me.”