He takes her back to her room

"It would be real easy to stop here, **** her, cum in her a few times and leave her here, but that's not what I'm getting paid to do," Miguel tells himself after stopping in the secluded area for a few minutes, Jordan still out cold from the **** that had been put in her drink as he started the car back up.

"Okay, back at the hotel. Let me give her a few minutes to see if she wakes up," he tells himself, finally getting up the courage to carry her **** body back up to her room himself.

"WHAT?!? Where am I? What did you do to me?!?" Jordan shouted at Miguel when she came to, seeing Miguel sitting on the edge of the bed and assuming the worst.

"Jordan...Jordan relax. I didn't **** you. But I did save you from being gang ****," he tells her, Jordan starting to bawl her eyes out as she reaches out to hug him.

"They **** your drink chica. They'd still be busy putting Mexican babies inside you if I didn't listen to my conscience and come check on you," he explained to her, Jordan leaning into kiss him as thanks.

"I think that deserves a reward Miguel. Like maybe the one thing they tried to get but didn't..." Jordan whispered in his ear, Miguel feeling his dick harden as her hand brushed across it.

"Jordan...we don't have to do this," he tells her, wanting to make sure she has really thought it through as she brushes his cock again and winks at him.