Page 30 of In Death, Love Survives
“Nervous habit?” he asks.
“No.”
I stop.
“Mr. Walker, is there something you would like to talk to me about today?”
He takes a puff of the cigarette.
“You can call me Wolfe.”
I give him a small smile.
“Wolfe.”
A slight twitch appears in his smile, and this time, it makes my stomach flutter. It’s the second time we’ve met officially, andboth times he’s asked me to call him by his first name. Hopefully, a positive sign.
“Ready to share what’s really going on with you and Owens?”
“Nothing. He’s my boss. On Friday, he asked me out for a drink,” I admit. I shouldn’t be telling him anything personal, yet I feel an impulse to.
“A drink.”
“Yes.” He hums as he looks around the room and then back over.
“Do you go out for drinks often with other men?”
His gaze is thoughtful this time.
“No.”
Another hum escapes from his mouth, and I can’t help but watch the way he swallows thickly after. Another puff of his cigarette.
“A woman like you needs to be careful.”
“Is that a threat?”
Wolfe’s eyes snap to mine.
“Do you think I would threaten you?”
A slight tic in his jaw shows his distress and irritation at the idea. I may be out of my league talking with Wolfe, but I can still see the signs and recognize what they mean in any situation.
“No. No, I don’t.”
His previously tightened jaw relaxes as he continues to smoke.
“Good girl,” he mumbles as he ashes it on the desk.
My heartbeat quickens, and I’m ashamed that I can feel a slight wetness in my sex from being called a good girl by Wolfe.
“Mr. Walker. Tell me why you’re here today.”
“I want to get to know you.”
Heat flushes my cheeks, and I know I shouldn’t like hearing that as much as I do.
“Unless you are here for a medical diagnosis or therapy, then I must end this session.”
