“Why are you looking into my clients?”
“I’m not going to tell you—”
“You said —” I flared again.
“You didn’t let me finish. I’m not going to tell you, but Drew came by and picked up all
my discovery docs today. I assume you have someone in your firm collecting all the victim
information for you? I’m sure an attorney of your caliber doesn’t do the grunt work.”
“Yes. I have associates on it.”
“Then all will become clear in short order. Trust me. If I was able to figure it out, you’ll
figure it out in half the time.”
I leaned back into him and lay my head against his chest. His steady heartbeat was
strong, a comforting thump-thump. I felt the fear falling away. I hated the feeling of fear, the
emotion. There was a time in my life when I almost let fear destroy me, and I refused to let it
ever happen again.
I wanted to believe him, to maintain our tenuous connection. Even if it was only for one
more night. Even if tomorrow I found out all my worst fears were well-founded and he
really was looking to get my name in front of a grand jury. For tonight, I just wanted him.
His steady strength.
He stroked down my back.
“It’s okay, Angel. I promise.”
“Why do you call me angel?” Even I heard the weariness in my tone. My adrenaline was
He scooped me into his arms and took me the ten steps to his bed. He scooted his
wine-colored covers down and sat me on the edge of the mattress before taking my shoes
off and kissing the arch of each foot. A thrill shot through me at the touch of his warm lips.
He stood. I couldn’t help but notice his erection tenting his pajama pants. He noticed,
too, and tucked it into the waistband of his boxers. I groaned in irritation.
“Arms up.” He ordered.
I did as I was told and he pulled my blouse over my head. He unclasped my bra and
peeled it from me. His eyes paused on my nipples, already beaded and rosy. Then he pulled
me to my feet and unzipped my skirt. He slid it down my body, dotting kisses over my
stomach and legs as he did so. I was warm in all the right places. His touch made sure of it.
He pushed me back so I landed on my ass.
I did and he threw the covers over me and hit the light switch. I saw nothing in the new
“What are we doing?” I asked.
“Wait. Sleeping as in sleeping? No sex?”
I sank into his pillow, his clean scent washing over me in a pleasant wave.
“Not tonight.” He got in beside me and palmed my ass. “But not because I don’t want
“Then why?” I yawned.
“That’s why. You’re exhausted.”
He snugged up to my back, spooning me. I wriggled back toward him, trying to get a feel
of his dick on my ass. He growled and put a hand on my hip, holding me in place.
“Don’t tempt me, angel.”
“You never really answered my question. Why do you call me that?” I lay still, content in
“First, it’s part of your name, so it’s a legit nickname.”
“Sure,” I agreed, already drowsing off a bit.
“Second, the moment I saw you in that bar, I knew you were a fallen angel, sent to tempt
I turned over and nestled into the hollow of his neck, breathing him in. He was a sweet
talker, all right.
“Total bullshit,” I whispered.
“No, I’m serious.”
“You can’t tell a girl something like that and ever expect to get rid of her.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for, angel.”
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