Most cursed luck

Hands on his hips, Miguel paced the small living room.

He had no idea exactly what had just taken place in the bathroom, but he knew he didn’t like it one little bit. He’d intended to rattle the woman, but all he’d ended up doing was rattling himself.

When he stopped before her cabin and realized the lights were on, Miguel instantly figured out that the blabbering lady had finally gave up on him but he had to find out the real reason why she was bugging him.

When he got in after meeting the door opened, he realized she was in the bathroom and his real intentions was to let her know he was around but now….

He’d been messing with her when he told her to call him sweetheart, but when she had, and her voice had sounded so breathless, all he’d wanted to do was kiss her. And when her eyes got all soft and dewy when he’d touched her hair…. ‘Damnit Miguel! Grandpa must not know you're here snitching around with another spy!!’

She’d been watching him, that was all he knew. And he intended to find out why and not to get his soft heart to fall for her like he did with Bella Trump.

He glanced at his watch, followed the second hand as it swept up to twelve, Miguel's heartbeat increased.

What if her so called husband suddenly appears here?

He was turning toward the bathroom and call her again even if he would catch her masturbating when she came out, dressed in jeans and a white, untucked, buttoned shirt rolled to her elbows.

She’d combed her hair away from her face and the wet ends lay heavy on her shoulders and down her back. Her skin was flushed from her shower, her cheeks rosy and green eyes bright.

She brought the fresh, clean smell of wet raspberries with her from the shower. It filled the room, made him want to breathe deeper and drag the scent fully into his senses. Still not completely recovered from touching her in the bathroom, he decided it would be best to keep his distance.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, Mr. Rodriguez.” She tossed him a smile. “People are going to talk.”

“Thanks to you, they already are.” He ignored the drops of water sliding down her neck into the vee of her shirt and kept his gaze carefully locked with hers. “You rated me out to Ross!.”

“I didn’t think it would benefit either one of us for me to drag him into our…” she hesitated “...situation.”

“Tell me, VJ, what exactly is our situation?”

“That’s what we’re going to talk about.” She padded toward the kitchen in her bare feet. “But I’m starving and we have to eat first. Are you hungry?”

“What the…” he was about to cuss as he watched her walk away.

Well, he had no choice than to follow her. Aside from the sandwich he managed to bite in the afternoon, he hasn't eaten anything edible since then and it's driving the crazy out of his ass.

Cara stood at the stove with a wooden spoon in her hand, stirring a large pot. The back of her shirt was wet from her hair, nearly making the fabric see-through, and he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Miguel gulped uneasily, thinking this woman has really came to seduce him and perhaps leave him to jeopardy like Bella did and he was falling for it!

He doesn't want to, but no! She was mouthwatering as the smell of food and equally tempting, he thought reluctantly, which triggered another response from his body, lower than his stomach.

Annoyed at his unwanted reaction to her, he looked away and noticed she’d set the small kitchen table for two. He glanced back sharply at her. “Expecting company?”

“I knew you’d be here sooner or later,” she said with a shrug. “I hate to eat alone.”

That word stuck him! Bella also hate to eat alone. She'd told him in one of these days they're at his home.

He stared at her for a while and when she was about to put down the hot plate of spaghetti, he held her hand. Bella froze.

“Tell me, who really are you? What is your goal for finding me?”

She gulped hard and calmly put down the plate, “Hey, Rodriguez are you going to tie me up again in my own cabin?”

The man wasn't going to fall for her distracting words, he had an irk that she was sent to him for some reasons. Bella's heart was racing with fury, what will is response be, if he gets know she was Bella Trump, the one that betrayed him?

“Tell me!!!” He growled again, “who are you?”

Bella keeps blinking in a way to hide her tears. Looking at flick her eyes like this and looking at her from this upclose, she looks nothing like Bella indeed.

Perhaps she's something who had watched Bella on the TV before. He leave her hand, “Sorry. I was just confused for a split second”

Bella gulped, “That was close” her facade almost slipped just now if she had cried. Because she would reveal herself by crying which Bella Trump is very good at.

She set two bowls of steaming spaghetti on the table. “Dig in.”

He hesitated. Can he really trust this lady? However, Miguel ignored his doubting mind and sat down, “How do I know it’s not laced with arsenic?”

She smiled. “Unfortunately, I don't have the mind to kill someone”

He decided she didn’t look like a murderer and scooped up a big bite. It was all he could do not to moan with pleasure as the spicy concoction rolled over his tongue.

He suddenly felt ravenous.

He was on his second bite when she moved back to the stove and, using a kitchen towel as a hot pad, pulled a tray of corn muffins from the oven. Plucking them carefully into a small wicker basket, she then scooped another bowl of chili and set everything on the table.

“Good?” She sat beside him.

He shrugged. “It’s all right.”

Scooting her chair in closer, she grinned at him. “It’s better than all right, buster. I wasn't a good cook up until I started staying alone with my friend. Consider yourself lucky.”

He reached for a muffin. “I’ve been spied on, had my vacation interrupted, bruised and nearly lost the ability to ever have children. Of all the things I consider myself, Valerie Jarrett….” he broke open the muffin and slathered it with butter “the most worse luck on earth”