Author’s Note: I want to apologize for taking so long to upload the last chapter. There was a problem with my disk and I didn’t know it. That’s why it took so long. Sorry.
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An armed guard escorted Dominic to the pool. Nicollette was swimming laps and didn’t notice when they walked up. Dom watched her for a few moments before stripping down to his swimming trunks and finally walking down the steps slowly. He walked toward the edge of the pool, and positioned himself in the path Nicollette would be taking when she turned around. He just hoped she didn’t look up and see him standing there.
Sure enough, Nicollette didn’t bother to look up and swam right into him, her hands hitting his stomach.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, standing up. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay. Great news,” he said quietly.
“Tonight, we are going for an unsupervised moonlight swim.”
“Well, we won’t really be,” he looked at the tree. “We’ll be getting the hell out of here.”
“That tree over there is perfect. We’ll climb and jump down the other side. We’ll call your brother to come pick us up, and we’ll be free.”
“Then we’ll be . . .” she stopped. Dom knew what she was thinking. He was thinking the same thing. Then they’d be apart.
“Hey, cheer up. We’ll be free of this hell hole and that bastard will never touch you again,” Dom replied.
Neither will you, Nicollette couldn’t help but think. She forced a smile.
“Thank you,” Nicollette whispered.
“For what?” Dom brushed her hair out of her face.
“For coming to get me,” she looked away.
“Hey, look at me,” he tilted her head up to look at him. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“I’m sure you have better things to do than to go rescue your friends’ sisters.”
“Not anymore,” he looked at her. “If I had the choice of whether to leave you here to die, or come and get captured, I’d come. If I didn’t, I might not meet someone who could be the most important person in my life. And honey, I would rather have met you and lost you, then to have gone on living without you,” he blurted out before he realized what he was saying.
“Dom,” she whispered. “You don’t mean that.”
“Yes, I do.”
“You barely know me,” Nicollette protested.
“I don’t know where you went to school, whether you had braces as a child, or whether you have a boyfriend, but I know the curves of your face, the color of your eyes and that I love you,” he said, saying almost what Matthew McConaughey said in The Wedding Planner. Mia had drug him to see that movie. It had worked on Jennifer Lopez; he figured it was worth a try.
“You’ve seen The Wedding Planner,” Nicollette remarked, surprised.
“Yeah. Figured Jennifer Lopez liked it, you might too.”
“You realize that she sent him away he said that, don’t you?”
“No. I went to the bathroom right after that. I guess it didn’t work, after all.”
“Sure it did. Just not for Jennifer Lopez,” Nicollette pulled Dom’s head down to hers. Slowly, she pressed her lips against his, surprised at how satiny they were. His arms eased around her. The kiss gradually deepened, love flowing from each to the other person. Finally, when both were out of air, they parted.
They swam together, splashing each other and diving under the water, staying under until they had to give each other air in an underwater kiss. Happily, they swam until one of Ramon’s men came hours later telling them that lunch was ready.
Lunch was Chilean sea bass, the most extravagant meal they’d had since they’d been there. After lunch, Nicollette packed her things while Dominic left with a guard to make a phone call.
“Brian, it’s me.”
“Is she okay?”
“Yeah. Look. That thing I told you about. That I promised. It’s tonight. I forgot to tell you.”
“You’re getting out?”
“Mia said it started at midnight, but you gotta go, with a car. It means a lot to me. Money could be lost. A lot of money. That’s why I’m allowed to call. Douglass has money invested in this too,” Dom said, looking at the guard.
“Okay, same place I dropped you off at?”
“No, it’s down the road from there. About a block. On the right. You can’t miss it.”
“Okay. Anything else?”
“Yeah, make sure Mia stay’s out of trouble. She doesn’t need to go.”
“Okay. Sure. See you.”
“Yeah. Bye, bro.”
“You done?” the guard asked.
“Yup. Thanks,” Dom headed back to the room.
Nicollette sat on the bed I her pajamas, waiting for Dominic. If a guard asked why, she’d simply tell him she was tired. But she was far from it. But it was part of the plan. Part of her hoped Dom would want to make love to her, but another part, the part that still resented her ex husband, feared it. She opened up a book and waited.
Dom waited while the guard opened the door, allowing him to enter. He stepped in, heard the door close behind him, and the lock turning. He looked up to see Nicollette sitting on the bed, a book open. She was wearing a pair of pajama shorts that revealed a lot of her legs. Her tank top was thin, the black of her bra showing through it. She was so beautiful.
Dom went to the side of the bed, sat and looked at her.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered.
“Yeah, baby, you do.” He leaned in to kiss her.
Ten minutes later, he lay on top of her, looking down at her.
“What do you want?”
“You. I want you.” She said, sure that Dom loved her; sure that he wouldn’t reject her. Dominic kissed her passionately . . .
Hours after their lovemaking, dinner was brought up. After dinner, the door was left unlocked. Their plan was almost done. All they had left to do was get over the wall. That was the hard part . . .