The Big Gamble - Michael Mcgarrity [86]
Was he really so unfeeling? Pigheaded? Inconsiderate? How could Sara ever think that he would want her to raise their child alone? Was she sending him a message? Had she decided to keep her commission and stay on active duty after her maternity leave?
Confused, Kerney went inside and tried to get his head straight, although he didn’t hold out much hope that it would happen easily.
Thomas Deacon was a little high and a little horny. He sat close to Ramona on a couch in his living room, occasionally letting his leg touch her knee as she looked at the enlargements she’d asked him to make.
His leering smile made her want to slam his face into the hardwood floor.
The room was decorated with mismatched furniture, cheap throw rugs, and shelves made from concrete blocks and boards, which held a large number of videotapes within easy reach of a VCR and big-screen television. There wasn’t a book in sight.
“You’ve got a good start on a portfolio,” Deacon said. “But it’s only a start. We need to get you in some evening wear, swim suits, lingerie, and do some location work.”
“Oh, I’d love to do that,” Ramona said.
“You gotta learn to play to the camera,” Deacon said as he leaned closer, sounding every bit like a Dutch uncle offering friendly advice. “How to use your face and your body.” He ran his finger across Ramona’s cheek. “You’ve got the right bone structure for the camera, and Hispanic women are a hot commodity right now.”
“Can I see some of your location work?” Ramona asked, maintaining her eager smile.
“Sure, why not,” Deacon said, getting to his feet. “But don’t get ahead of yourself. That’s not gonna be happening until you’re about to graduate from the program.”
Deacon swaggered his way into the studio and came back with some photo files. Ramona fed his ego with compliments as she looked at the pictures. She paused at the photograph of Sally Greer posing on the patio of the Santa Fe-style house. The one Deacon said he’d shot at the Indian resort and casino outside Ruidoso. Ramona knew better: she’d been to the casino and it didn’t look anything like an adobe hacienda.
“Do you always go to the same places with Cassie’s students?” she asked.
“Pretty much.”
She tapped Sally’s photo. “I have this really sexy little black cocktail dress. Maybe we could do something high-class at a place like this. You said I needed to get more comfortable in front of the camera.”
“I thought you were short on money,” Deacon said.
“I’m starting a new job in a week at The Players Club.”
Deacon licked his lips. He’d figured all along that Bedlow had an agenda for the bitch, but hooking her up with a job at The Players Club sealed it. Bedlow and Tully were gonna turn this sweet thing into a whore, just like they did with Sally Greer and some other prime tail.
He put his hand on her thigh. “Yeah, you could use the practice.”
Ramona ignored Deacon’s hand and held up Sally’s picture. “Is this place nearby? It looks like it was taken in Santa Fe.”
“No, that was shot at a ranch owned by Cassie’s brother.”
“I couldn’t afford to pay for your time to go there. But it’s beautiful. Where is it?”
“Down in Lincoln County,” Deacon said.
“I’d love to see that part of the state,” Ramona said. “I’ve never been there.”
“Maybe I could free up some time and drive you there for a shoot,” Deacon said, slipping his hand further up her thigh. He wondered how long it would take to get the bitch high and naked with him in front of a video camera.
Ramona almost shuddered at Deacon’s touch. Instead, she removed his hand and stood up. “Now, behave yourself, Mr. Deacon,” she said primly, teasingly. “I have to go.”
Deacon smiled. “Don’t you want to stay and play with me?”
“I’m not that easy. How much do I owe you for the enlargements?”
“Forget about it. It’s on the house.”
After she walked out twitching her tight little ass, Deacon rolled a joint, took a hit, and shrugged off the bitch’s rejection. The day would come when she would be easy.
Three blocks away from Deacon’s house, Jeff Vialpando flashed his lights, and Ramona pulled to the curb.