Emilio Ribiero. She had met him at dinner earlier and had not cared for him. There had been something rapacious about him as he had leered at her as if he wanted to eat her up instead of the meal. “Patricia suggested the time was right tonight,” Rey replied silently, challenge in his tone. “Patricia always did favor you. I can see the jaguar spirit has already claimed her, as have you,” Emilio replied caustically and shot Paola an accusatory look. To Paola, the entire exchange seemed very Cain and Abel-like, eroding the tranquility she had been feeling earlier. “Gentlemen, I am not some prize for the two of you to fight over,” she said aloud, earning a disbelieving grunt from Emilio. “I guess he has not told you yet,” Emilio replied, directing a laser-like stare in Rey’s direction. Rey ignored the statement. “What are you doing here?” Emilio raised his arms and motioned to the air around him. “I sensed a disturbance. I was not wrong,” he said, looking at her. His gaze swept up and down her naked body.
