treadmill and she ran, pumping her legs as a surge of energy coursed through her body. She couldn’t get Rafael out of her head. He’d gone to San Francisco to what? Bust her, to show that he knew about her secret life?
She knew how to figure out men, they weren’t complicated creatures, but Rafael was an enigma that she couldn’t decipher. Waking up in her hotel room yesterday morning after only a couple hours of sleep, she’d felt hungover, as if she’d overindulged in alcohol, but she hadn’t. So, she downed some coffee, and had then gone online, checking news sites and gossip rags. She’d even Googled her own name to see if he had leaked her secret life. And she’d found nothing. What was his game?
She thought about the night before, remembering that she hadn’t been drinking, nothing but herbal tea. The only intoxicant she’d experienced had been the taste of Rafael’s lips and the brush of his tongue. The stroke of his fingers.
And what about that kiss? And those hands... She ran harder, trying to rid herself of the memory of his lips and fingers on her. Her muscles screamed as the adrenaline flowed through her, and she remembered being trapped with him in the back of that cab. From the way he touched her, she knew he must be a spectacular lover. It was something she’d always suspected whenever she’d looked across the room to him at meetings, or when they met at functions. The way he held himself, the capable, confident swagger of a man in control. But with Rafael, it wasn’t an act. Even keeping pace with the belt of the treadmill, she felt a desirous hollow between her thighs, one that she could fill with only him. Frustrated, she boosted the speed of the treadmill again, hoping to run it out.
But his knowledge made her vulnerable. He held her life, her career in the palm of his hand and could snatch it all away from her if the whim struck him. Everything she remembered from that night had actually happened, and it hadn’t been her worst nightmare, or her hottest erotic dream. Not only did Rafael now know the secret that she’d successfully hidden for years as a city councillor, but she’d also about dry humped him in the back of a taxi. What a goddamn mess. She considered his proposition—spend time with him, get to know him, and maybe he wouldn’t spill the beans. She didn’t like the man, but to be fair, she didn’t really know him. What she did know was that he had a hard, hot body and he kissed like a demon.
Her heart rate sped up, and it didn’t have anything to do with running. She looked up at the television and saw a newscaster was speaking with Rafael outside city hall. She took out her earbuds and turned the TV volume up to hear him over the sound of her feet pounding.
“I want to encourage business growth. And that’s why we need to work with business owners in our city. All successful cities are built by the people first.”
Jessica rolled her eyes. She hated his act of pretending to care about the little people, when it was clear he only cared about helping business owners. Since announcing his campaign, he’d been eager to talk about his upbringing in a middle-class, immigrant family. But no matter his background, he was now so far removed from anything middle class. He may have started out there, but what did he know about the struggle of the people now, while he looked down upon them from his ivory tower?
Jessica knew the people intimately. She’d devoted herself to community issues surrounding housing and social assistance since she’d become a councillor. Growing up, she’d made a point of volunteering regularly in her neighborhood—even now she would go across town once a month to help out at the shelter she’d become so familiar with as a young student. Looking back, it was probably no surprise she’d ended up in public office.
Rafael might have a good act, but she knew better.
But it didn’t matter; he currently held the upper hand. He knew about her secret life. And even though he hadn’t said anything yet, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t. There were so few people that she trusted, and she was reluctant to add Rafael Martinez to that list.
Frustrated and fatigued, she pounded the end button on the treadmill’s control panel. When the belt stopped, she hunched over the panel, breathing deeply. She knew better, but it didn’t stop her from wanting the man more than she’d ever wanted anyone before.
Jumping down from the machine, Jessica took more calming breaths and drank her water. She picked up her phone and saw the text message from Ben telling her to call him. When she did, her friend sounded excited.
“Girl, have I got news for you.”
“What is it?”
“It’s about Dreamboat Martinez.”
“What about him?”
“I found something out about him.”
It was as if Ben had read her mind. “How did you know—”
“I’ve been talking to some people.”
“Again with these mysterious people you know. I know for a fact you don’t know people.”
He laughed, but then turned serious. “Just listen to me. Have you ever heard of Di Terrestres?”
“Of course I have.” Who hadn’t. It was a well-known hangout for Las Vegas’s superrich and the elite. But she’d never been inside. Not being rich, or elite, she’d never been invited through the front doors.
“What do you know about the shadowy cabal who runs it?” Ben asked. Jessica was running out of time and patience to play this guessing game.
“I’ve got stuff to do today, can you just save us some time and tell me?”
“I have it on good authority that Rafael Martinez is a silent partner of The Brotherhood, the extremely well-connected group that owns it and many other enterprises.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I heard a rumor and I got a friend of mine to do a little digging. It was tricky, but apparently Mr. Cute-but-Dumb-as-a-Post has some friends in high places. But this is some real information for you. What would staunchly conservative Las Vegans think of their golden boy owning a sex club within city limits?”
Jessica felt a smile grow on her lips. She finally had some leverage on the man who knew a truth about her. “Thanks, Ben. I know I told you not to dig, but I’m glad for once that you didn’t listen to me.”
“No problem, doll. Will you be home for dinner?”
“No,” she said, her lips pursing as an idea formed in her head. “I’ve got plans tonight.”
“It sounds like you’ve got something on your mind, and I want you to fill me in later.”
“I will. Don’t worry.” Jessica hung up the phone, checked the time and realized that her workout had run long. She had a meeting with her team, and then she had an appearance to make at the university. Time to get her ass in gear and out the door.
* * *
Jessica took the time to talk to every student who’d shown up to meet the mayoral candidates and other members of council. It was part of a city initiative, in conjunction with the student union, to get young people interested in municipal politics. And judging by the crowd that had packed the student union building, people were interested. This high a youth turnout was almost unprecedented. The plan had worked, and it gave Jessica hope for the future generation and political engagement. Even the local TV news crews had shown up. She couldn’t remember an election that had gotten so much coverage. People were fascinated by her, Rafael and the entire electoral process, and voter registration was high.
She looked across the room and saw Rafael and some of his people working his own corner. He looked confident, strong, gorgeous, in his jeans and T-shirt, just as he had that night in San Francisco. They had both opted for a more casual look, and again, just like the last time she’d seen him, he looked damn good.
He laughed at something a young man said to him, and the sound rang over the din of the packed room. When he looked up, he caught her eye, and they maintained contact for a brief moment, before she turned back to the young woman she was speaking with. She then moved