Excerpt from One Hot Havana Night by Suz deMello
Copyright © Suz deMello, 2015
The big doors closed behind her with a click.
She turned to see Almonte leaning against them, eyeing her with predatory interest gleaming in his dark eyes. Her belly fluttered. She’d exposed corrupt union bosses and crooked politicians, but this was really the first time she’d played with the big boys. Organized crime was nothing to treat casually, and she’d thought she was ready.
He stalked toward her. “Take that stupid thing off. It fools no one.” He tugged at her wig.
“Ow!” She put a hand up to her head to stop him. “My hair clashes dreadfully with my dress.”
“Then take off your dress.” He slid one long, dark finger along the curve of her neck to her shoulder. The contact tingled in a way she hadn’t before experienced. “Strip for me.”
She turned to him, her eyes wide.
He laughed. “I thought you said anything for the story. You knew what would happen when you came up here. Shall we not pretend?”
She swallowed hard. How had she gotten into this predicament?
By being Hell on Wheels. Everyone thought she was brassy and bold. They had no idea she was still a virgin.