Free Erotic Deception by Karen Cote' Page B

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    Ignoring the hostile tone, Lily grabbed at the front of his shirt, her short quick breaths bordering on hysteria.
    “There’s someone out there!” she cried throwing a furtive glance behind her.
    “What?” Jet grabbed her arms. “Out where?” he asked, his grip tightening.
    “The back deck!” She yelled as if he should’ve already known.
    “Get in the truck and lock the door!” he ordered.
    He didn’t wait for her to obey as he took off racing around the back of the house.
    Lily was only too happy to acquiesce and climbed in, locking the door. She took deep gulping breaths.
    Who was that man? Not Anthony or anyone else she knew. Remembering the ugly face, she shivered. Why was this happening to her?
    As time continued to elapse, concern for Jet started to arise . Where is he? Is he okay? She fought down the panic. Of course he is , she told herself, willing him to appear. He was probably reading the criminal his rights at this very moment.
    At still no sign of him, worry played havoc with her imagination.
    What if he doesn’t come back? Or what if someone else appears instead ? The keys were in the ignition so she could always take off, if necessary. But she couldn’t leave Jet behind.
    Maybe I should use the radio to call for backup? On the verge of doing just that, relief weakened her limbs when Jet came around the corner of the house. However, instead of hauling somebody by the scruff of his neck, he was alone. She pushed open the door.
    “Where is he?” She looked behind him to see if he might be following, which was ridiculous in the circumstances.
    “He’s gone,” Jet responded. “There’s no one there.”
    “That’s not possible. He was there! I saw him!” she said, looking anxiously into his face.
    When she saw his grim look, she froze. She began nodding her head up and down, giving a harsh shaky laugh.
    “Oh, I get it. You don’t believe me.” Then she drew in an angry sob. “Well you can just kiss my ass!” Then to her ignominy, burst into tears.
    “Calm down,” Jet said reaching for her.
    She fought him off, but his tight hold restrained her and he gave her a gentle shake.
    “Lily, I believe you. He was there. I found wet tracks on the patio. He’s gone now, but he left a trail.” When she still struggled, he shook her a little harder. “Did you hear what I said?”
    As his words began to sink in she stopped struggling, looking up between wet lashes.
    “You saw him?” she asked, but he shook his head.
    “I saw his tracks, but there was no sign of him. He must’ve run off. Was it Capriccio?”
    She sniffed. “No, but now do you believe I saw someone from my basement the other day?”
    “Yes,” he said to her surprise. He released her to grab his keys from the truck. “Let’s go inside and maybe you can provide a description.”
    He took her arm and guided her toward the house. Lily stepped into the house, but stopped abruptly. Nearly careening into her, Jet cursed, steadying them both.
    “There are too many windows in this house,” she said. “He could be watching us.”
    Jet frowned. “I doubt he’s still hanging around, but since I’ve already checked the back, let’s go into the kitchen.”
    When she still hesitated, Jet asked in a mocking voice, “Where would you suggest we do this? Your bedroom?” She drew back, but he grabbed her arm again and pulled her forward. “Come on, I told you it’s clear.”
    Jet pushed her toward the kitchen and turned on the light. Not waiting for an invitation, he settled on the end of the small chaise lounge and removed a notebook and pen from his pocket.
    It was then Lily saw her phone against the far wall.
    “How did you know to come here?” she asked, walking over and bending down to retrieve the blasted thing.
    “Your call to 911,” he said absently, glancing at his watch and making notes on the paper.
    Lily made a face and pulled her robe tighter around her. She glanced down, conscious that the robe was all