With a frown, the woman reached for her phone and summoned the man.
When he arrived, Gregorio took him aside, and pressed money into his palm.
A few moments later the guard glanced over his shoulder at her. Then with an understanding nod, he headed back behind the front desk.
“Let’s roll,” Gregorio told her.
As they exited the parking lot, making the right turn that would lead them back to Denver, her gun dug into her back.
One unspoken question lingered… How far was her stalker willing to go?
Chapter Eleven
On the outskirts of Denver, Sasha’s phone rang.
After checking the display, she glanced over at Gregorio. “It’s Brenda Santos.”
The look he shot her said everything.Interesting.After all, they had an appointment scheduled for tomorrow.
She swiped to answer, but before she could give her name, Mrs. Santos was speaking, her voice shaking with barely contained panic. “Sasha, thank God I reached you.”
“Mrs. Santos. How can I help you?”
“Felix just told me he’s taking a trip. He wouldn’t say where or when he’d be back. I’m afraid he’s withher.”
Sasha’s chest tightened at the barely contained panic in the woman’s voice.
As he navigated the growing I-25 traffic, Gregorio shot her a glance and a nod. No longer surprising her, he seemed to read her mind.
“Would you like me to come over?” she asked her client.
“Yes.” Brenda gave a shaky exhalation. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“Just stay calm. We’ll figure it all out together. Can you do that for me?” Her compassion battled with her professionalism.
“I’m losing my mind, Sasha.” Brenda’s voice cracked.
“I’m not far away. I promise.”
“Will you hurry? Please?”
“As quick as I can.”
“Thank you.”
Then, before she could change her mind, she said, “I have an associate with me.”
Across the compartment of the SUV, Gregorio scowled at her, and she changed her focus to stare out of the side window.
“I suppose that’s okay.”
“Good. I’ll see you in less than twenty minutes.”
“Thank you.” Brenda choked back a sob. “I’ll let the gate guard know you’re coming.”
As the call ended, Gregorio’s eyebrow lifted. “Associate?”
“What would you like me to say?”Lover? The man who my sister divorced? Someone who made me scream his name last night? A Dominant who had a finger up my ass and made me admit I liked it. The crush I’ve never gotten over?Instead of answering, she sighed and asked, “Do you mind meeting her? You don’t have to.”