Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“And Lennox?” I turn back in his direction. “Try not to piss him off.”
Chapter 10
Ugly
She’s practically vibrating with anger when she returns to her small office, but it doesn’t stop her from making sure she turns, walking sideways as to ensure she doesn’t make any contact with my arm that’s resting on the edge of the chair I’m sitting in.
Her cheeks are red, her breaths a little harsh. It reminds me of the time we spent together, and how she looked after coming the second time. Honestly, I could probably transform any of her reactions right now to make them match up with that night. There’s a thin line between lust and hate, right?
Her sandy-blonde hair is pulled into a tight bun on the back of her head, but I know she turns into a totally different person when she pulls those pins out, letting the soft curls float down to her shoulders.
I clear my throat, knowing now is not the time to get an erection. Not only do I know for a fact she wouldn’t appreciate the gloriousness of it, but it may also come off as some sort of perverted power play that would make me seem like a creep.
I don’t make a noise as she takes a seat behind her desk.
She seems hell-bent on pretending I’m not even in the room. There’s a very real chance she thinks if this day is boring enough, I’ll just leave her alone. She should know from our very limited interaction so far that I have the patience of a fucking saint. Plus, it’s no hardship to sit across from this gorgeous woman and just watch her work.
I know a lot of people request ride-alongs or the chance to shadow a police officer because they’re considering a job in law enforcement or they’re doing research for a book or something. There’s probably nothing they do in their day-to-day jobs that I haven’t done either in the Marine Corps or while working for Cerberus.
I’m a detective of sorts just like she is, only I use an assault rifle for interrogations rather than questions. Honestly, we aren’t all that different.
She tries to stay busy, but after half an hour, even her annoyance starts to wane. I watch as her head dips more than once as she’s reading some paperwork, telling me she still hasn’t gotten enough rest to keep her fully awake. I guess I should be glad she’s sitting behind her desk rather than operating a vehicle or heading into a dangerous place. She’s not exactly up for anything that might require quick thinking.
She jolts when her office phone rings, and of course she takes a moment to glare at me before picking up the receiver as if I’m the one who interrupted her little open-eye catnap.
“Maison,” she snaps into the phone, her eye scrunching in immediate regret when the person on the other end of the line speaks.
She swivels in her chair, facing the wall that doesn’t have a window. She speaks as if she doesn’t want to risk making eye contact again.
Her end of the conversation is broken, but it becomes obvious very quickly that there’s been some sort of break in the case she’s working or at least a lead.
Her eyes are once again narrowed in my direction when she issues a quick apology for the aggressive way she answered the phone before returning it to the base.
She doesn’t immediately stand, and I know it’s killing her not to move. I think she’s a take-care-of-it-now kind of woman, and not one who’s really going to procrastinate or let something sit when there’s action that can be taken. Take my arrest for example.
I lift my head an inch higher as she stares at me, letting her know I’m not going anywhere unless it’s to follow her out of this room. She wanted to follow me and keep tabs last night, even going so far as sitting in the clubhouse parking lot all night. I didn’t sense her behind me on the drive back home. She has to realize this is just payback. Whatever she does directed at me, I’m going to offer back to her tenfold. Plus, she isn’t exactly hard on the eyes, and her little indignant attitude turns me on.
She taps a pen on her desk several times, but I still remain silent, loving the way her eyes dart to my mouth when I moisten my lower lip with the tip of my tongue.
I have immediate confirmation that all hope isn’t lost when her own lips part a fraction of an inch, her throat working on a swallow.
“Yes?” I ask.
“What?” she asks, the word a snap of anger at getting caught.
I choose not to challenge her in this moment. “Are you going to tell me what your call was about?”