“Have you been spying on me?” Tomás blurted out, trying to regain some control.
“Spying?” Jimena let out a humorless chuckle. “Tomás, you weren’t even creative. ‘Late nights at the office’ that your assistant couldn’t confirm. Weekend ‘conferences’ that your boss never mentioned. Hotel charges on the shared credit card. I didn’t need to spy on you. I just had to pay attention.”
Nadia took a step back.
“I… I’m leaving,” she murmured. “I don’t want any trouble.”
“Don’t leave because of me,” Jimena said, her tone stopping her in her tracks. “In fact, you should stay. The room’s already paid for.” Enjoy the spa, order room service, take advantage of all the amenities. Consider it compensation for your time.
“What are you doing?” Tomás whispered, furious.
“To be fair,” she replied. “Nadia didn’t make any promises to you. You did. She deserves, at the very least, a peaceful night. You, on the other hand…”
Nadia looked at her, still trembling.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Briones. I really didn’t know he was married. He doesn’t wear a ring when he travels.”
“I believe you,” Jimena said, this time with a genuine hint of compassion. “It’s not the first time he’s used that trick.”