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“So how long have you known my brother?”
“Brian mentioned you, but he didn’t say much when I talked to him last.”
“Not much to talk about.”
I doubt that, Nicollette thought. She studied Dominic. He was tall and had bronzed skin. His head was shaved, his dark hair gone. He had well defined muscles. Nicollette could tell even though he wore a t-shirt with a button-down over it. He seemed perfect. He was handsome and had a great body from what she could tell. He seemed to be very nice and intelligent.
Dominic looked at Nicollette. He’d expected a ten year old. Not the woman in front of him. She was taller than most women he knew. Well, she was taller than Mia and Letty anyway. She wasn’t as thin as they were. She looked like she’d gained weight quickly and was losing it slowly. She wasn’t fat, but not as thin as he was used to. Her skin was fair and he would bet it was as soft as it looked. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, parts of it falling down. She was beautiful. She was. He never thought he’d be attracted to someone like her, but he was drawn to her for some reason.
“Your plan didn’t work,” Nicollette replied.
“No it didn’t. But don’t worry; we’ll get out of here. I promise.”
“You know you’re not like Brian described you. He didn’t talk very much about you, but he said you were a badass and could be rude and blunt. So far he’s wrong.”
“You don’t know me very well yet,” Dominic said quietly. “I’m bein’ nice you ‘cause I don’t know you.”
“Really? Well, don’t be nice on my account.”
“I’ll take that into consideration.”
“Good. Now how do you plan to get us out of here?” Nicollette asked, walking to the balcony.
“I don’t know,” Dominic admitted. He hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“We need a plan. And we need one fast.”
They spent the rest of the day trying to come up with a plan that wouldn’t get them killed. With no luck, they decided to call it a night. Dominic took a pillow from the bed and headed for the couch. Nicollette didn’t object, she looked relieved, he noted. She went into the bathroom and changed. She emerged in a tank top and a pair of shorts. She climbed under the sheets and Dominic assumed she fell asleep, because he soon did.
Dominic woke to the sound of talking. He sat up and looked around. Ramon was sitting on the edge of Nicollette’s bed.
“You think he can stop me?” he nodded in Dom’s directions. “He couldn’t stop me if he wanted to. He’d sit there and watch as I take you.” Ramon leaned forward, kissing Nicollette, who struggled to get away. He pulled back the covers of the bed and ran his hand up her leg.
“Stop!” Nicollette cried, tears streaming down her face. “Please stop!” His hand ran along her hip, up her side and under her shirt, grasping her breast. Nicollette was crying by now.
“Douglass get your hands off her!” Dominic warned, standing. For some reason he was feeling very possessive over Nicollette. Like no one but him should touch her. Ramon looked up and moved his hands away from Nicollette. He stood.
“You are the prisoner. You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Sure I can. I’m telling you if you touch her again, you’ll be sorry.” Ramon laughed and turned back to Clarisse. “I warned you,” he said. Ramon looked at Dominic, and that’s when he swung, hitting him square on the jaw. “GO back to your room,” Dominic growled. When Ramon made a move to hit him back, Dom swung again, catching him in his nose. He staggered to the door and shut it behind him, locking it.
“Are you okay?” Dominic asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Nicollette responded by throwing her arms around him, crying into his chest.
Dominic sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, holding Nicollette to his side while she cried.
“It’s going to be okay.”
“I wanna go home!” Nicollette cried. Dominic did his best to soothe her, but he wasn’t the nurturing type, so he wasn’t succeeding. Finally she fell asleep, her arms wrapped tightly around him. He thought of moving back to the couch, but the thought of her crying even more stopped him. That and her arms around his waist.