EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
Some deal with the Colombians, he'd said in his last clipped phone call, his voice echoing through the satellite connection like a ghost.
'Stay safe, Mona. Alejandro's got you covered.'
Covered? The word mocked her now as she stood before the full-length mirror in her walk-in closet, slipping out of a crimson evening gown that hugged her hourglass figure too perfectly for solitude.
At thirty-two, Ramona was a masterpiece of curves and confidence, full breasts that strained against lace bras, a waist cinched by years of yoga, and hips that swayed with an innate sensuality Victor had once called his 'secret weapon.' Her dark hair cascaded in waves down her back, and her olive skin glowed under