Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“They haven’t nailed that down as yet, but it was sometime last night. Same ammo as all the others.” His voice droned on and I waited for a break in the conversation.
My eyes had automatically been drawn to the bathroom door where I could hear the water running. My heart raced and my mind tried to make sense of the words as he said them.
“Who?” As I asked the question I had a sense of relief. I hadn’t slept with a cold blooded murderer. There’s no way it could’ve been him. At the time of the murder he was fucking the hell out of me.
“A repeat offender. He was on trial for molesting his stepdaughter three months after getting out for raping and killing his thirteen year old neighbor. He got out early on a technicality for that one.”
“Any connection to the others?”
“Nope, but it’s looking like this guy is some kind of justice vigilante. What do you wanna do?”
“I’ll be right there.”
I came back to the here and now when the water cooled on my skin. I did a quick dry off and rushed back into the bedroom to pull my clothes on. What the hell am I thinking? Since when do I let anyone or anything stand in the way of work?
And yet when I went downstairs for my walk of shame and saw the little table in the breakfast nook set for two and smelt the fresh ambrosia scent of expensive coffee, I didn’t resist when he took my hand and led me there.
“I can’t stay long…” He didn’t answer, just sat me in the window seat looking over the immaculate back garden and kissed the top of my head before taking his seat across from me.
“Something important come up?” he flicked the linen napkin open over his lap and picked up his coffee cup before looking at me with the question.
“Work!” That’s all I was prepared to say as the enormity of my situation hit me not for the first time in the last sixteen hours. I kept my head averted and was glad when he didn’t push for more.
I looked down at my plate for the first time and then looked around the room for the chef he had to have hidden away somewhere. It was a masterpiece.
There were pancakes with fresh strawberries and cream. Light fluffy eggs that melted on my tongue and perfectly crisp bacon and to round it off, a small dish of fruit. Even the juice tasted fresh squeezed. I can’t remember the last time someone had gone to such lengths for me, not in my personal life anyway.
First the dinner last night that tasted like it was made in the best kitchen of the best restaurant in town, even better. Now this. It was hard not to want to get used to this kind of treatment.
Instead of rushing through the meal like I knew I needed to, I took my time and appreciated every morsel until half was gone. “I’m done, now I really need to go.”
He actually looked over at my plate. “One more piece of fruit.” He reached over and speared a slice of melon on his fork and held it up to my lips. I opened my mouth and took it, chewing as if in a trance.
He gave me one of those smiles that made me weak in the knees and I snapped myself out of it quick before I found myself flat on my back again. I pushed away from the table and stood, determined that this time I was gonna make it to the door.
CLAUDE
I stood up with her and walked around to her side. Taking her face in my hands I studied her eyes before lowering my head to take her lips.
I felt a slight pang at the thought of her walking out the door, but my inborn control kicked in and I knew I had to let her go do what she needed to.
I walked her to the door and out to her cute little sports car. I have to get on the ball and find something more appropriate for a mom. Maybe something in the Mercedes G-class.
I already own one, so I know how safe they are. Maybe a custom made one like mine to match. I reached in and belted her in before stealing one last kiss and closing the door.
I watched her drive away barely resisting the urge to run after her. Back inside I booted up my computer and got to work. There’s going to be a lot of changes around here now that there was going to be a woman on board.
My first search was for the best store in town that carried female bath products. I like the smell of my soap on her, but I’m sure she’d want to have her own stuff.