Page 8 of She Found Me

“Come on, it’s got heated seats.” Ross opens the door invitingly.

None of the Guerra men seem to have noticed me, so I decide to go for it.

“Okay then, Detective. Take me for a ride in your police car.”

His smile is wonderful. It makes me feel warm inside. He helps me in like a gentleman and closes the door before sliding into the driver’s seat beside me.

“Where would you like to go, princess?”

I laugh. “I am anything but a princess, Ross. But I’m sure a detective like you will have worked that out already. Take me home.” I cross my legs, knowing that in doing so, my dress will slide up my thighs, revealing the majority of my legs.

As I expected, Ross’s eyes follow the material of my dress. He then sits up awkwardly in his seat, leaning from side to side to make room for the large bulge straining against his trousers. Men are so predictable and easy. I direct Ross to my home and make small talk on the way.

As we pull up my drive, I feel it is best to establish what is going on here.

“To ensure we are both on the same page here,” I say confidently, “Tonight is a fuck—nothing more, nothing less.”

Ross stops the car immediately, then puts the handbrake on before turning to me with a half smirk, half frown.

“We will go in, have a drink, flirt a little, then sex. No sleeping here, no expectations. This is not and will never be the start of any kind of relationship. Do you understand?”

Ross smiles. He looks almost amused. “I understand perfectly, Mia.”

Reaching out to me, he strokes my jaw and guides it towards him. His lips meet mine with gentle pressure, and then he softly glides his tongue between my lips. Something tells me he doesn’t actually understand what this is. Well, that’s his fault. I finish the kiss and get out of the car. As I walk up the drive, my hips sway with the size of my heels. Ross will definitely have eyes on my arse right now. If he’s anything like Marco, my dress will be off as soon as we are inside, and he will be on me.

But to my surprise, Ross accepts the offer of a drink.

“A coffee would be great, thank you.”

As I switch the coffee machine on, I feel I may have made a mistake bringing him here. Well, I won’t be having a coffee. Opening a bottle of red, I listen to him talk about work. Smiling and nodding, I’m really not interested in what he is saying. He’s so handsome, though, so I just enjoy the view, hoping I can telepathically convince him to shut up and fuck me. If it had been Marco, it would all be over by now, and I’d be in bed, feeling completely satisfied and falling asleep with a smile on my face.

A yawn escapes my mouth. No, this is not happening.

I down the last of my wine, stand, then place my glass on the worktop. I remove my dress, and I open Ross’s thighs so I can stand in between them. He’s still talking to me, although it’s much slower, and he isn’t making much sense now as his eyes travel up and down my body. Covering his mouth with mine, I press my tongue in to his. I’m hungry for it, but there’s something not right, something not quite there.

I bite his tongue a little, and he jumps back, exclaiming, “Ouch.”

Seriously, that hurt him? Ignoring it, I continue kissing him. But he doesn’t touch me anywhere else. Where’s the bum grabbing and boob squeezing? Taking matters into my own hands, I straddle him, pushing my warm core into his groin, and a moan escapes his lips. Finally, we are getting somewhere.

He stands up, holding me in position. “Where is the bedroom?”

“Up the stairs, first door on the right.”

To be honest, I’d rather just do it here in the kitchen, but whatever floats his boat. He carefully carries me up the stairs, kissing me gently as he does. It’s all a bit too romantic for me. Once we are in the bedroom, he lays me on the bed. I instantly know there is something not right. It’s completely dark apart from slight moonlight coming through the blinds. I scan the room as best I can in this light, but everything seems normal.

Trying to ignore it, I concentrate on Ross, who has removed his shirt and tie and is kissing my stomach. It feels nice, but I’d rather just skip to the good part. My stomach flips, and I have butterflies, but it’s nothing to do with Ross. I reach toward my bedside light switch, but before I can reach it, the light turns on. The bright ceiling light fills the room. Shielding my eyes with my arm, I give them chance to adjust before I search the room for what I know is there.

Chapter 5

Marco

On the journey home from Lorenzo’s party, I get a phone call.

“Boss. The feds are here. Full riot team ready to raid. What should we do?”

“Shit.” That Lorenzo bastard. “Can you get out?”

“No, we are completely surrounded,” my warehouse manager confirms.

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