Free Sins & Mistrust by Isabel Lucero Page A

truth. It’s not that I’m keeping it secret from everyone. My family and friends from home know, a few people here in Vegas know, but anybody associated with my work doesn’t know.
    I keep telling myself that I’ll tell them all soon, but another day goes by, and another excuse comes up.
    After I’ve found a parking spot, I step out and stick my cell in my pocket, swinging my keys around my finger as I walk to one of my favorite spots to eat at. I don’t pay attention to the many people walking around me; I’m stuck in my own head. So, bumping into somebody isn’t to be surprising. However, the person I do bump into catches me way off guard.
    Lincoln Cash.
    He turns his body so that he can see who has bumped into him. The scowl that was on his face slowly turns into a smirk. He looks me up and down, unabashedly, and then says into his phone, “Let me call you back.”
    After dropping the phone into the pants pocket of his suit, he lets his hand stay there while the other hand runs over his blue tie. I wonder if he’s talked to Nathalia already and is aware of this threesome that’s supposed to take place. Another thought hits me. Does he know I’m an escort? I have no idea what Nathalia may or may not have told him.
    I clear my throat and speak first. “Mr. Cash. Nice to see you again.”
    “Is it?” he asks, amusement in his voice. “That’s good to hear.”
    “Well, it’s the nice thing to say,” I reply, not wanting to inflate his ego.
    He chokes out a laugh. “I appreciate the words, even if they are a lie.” He pauses and then puts his other hand in his right pocket. Staring into my eyes he says, “Now, did you mean to ram me from behind, or was that just a pleasant surprise for me?” He lifts a brow at me and grins.
    His words surprise me momentarily, but I don’t allow him to think they did. They only surprise me because he’s so brash in his thinking that I’d even be into him. Why would he assume I was into men, unless Nathalia told him? But I don’t think she did. I feel like she’d tell me if she told Lincoln anything about me and this rendezvous that’s supposed to take place between all of us. He’ll figure it out once he gets word that I agreed to this threesome that was supposedly his idea. No strictly straight man would agree to fuck another man, no matter how hot the chick asking was.
    I’m not surprised that Lincoln throws around overtly sexual comments to people. He owns a sex club for fuck's sake.
    Well, let’s see what happens.
    Slowly looking at him from his feet to his face, I give him a lopsided grin and say, “If I were to ever ram you from behind, it would be because you’d be begging me to.” I straighten up and cross my arms over my chest. “Now, is that what you’re wanting?”
    He doesn’t respond right away. I wonder if he’s figured out that Nathalia has already told me what he wishes to do.
    “If you want me to beg, you’d have to do a whole lot of teasing first. Are you saying you’re willing to tease me?” he asks in a gravelly tone.
    Fucking battle of wills we have here.
    “I’m willing to do a lot of things, on my own accord. So, if you want anything from me you’ll have to be sure to ask nicely.”
    I give him a smirk and wait for his reply. When it doesn’t come, I uncross my arms and step around him. When we’re shoulder to shoulder, I turn my head only slightly, and he does the same.
    “I don’t beg for anything, ever,” he states confidently.
    “But if you were to beg me, I’d grant you more than you knew what to do with.”
    I walk away and look forward to our next meeting.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” I bellow into the phone.
    I hear her sigh heavily. “Nice to hear from you, Mr. Cash,” she says stiffly.
    “Mr. Cash, huh?”
    “I’m working right now. Can I call you back here in a few minutes?”
    I huff. “I expect to hear from you very soon.”
    After hanging up the phone, I pace in my office and then make