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Doesn’t matter. My dick didn’t even twitch when she pressed against me.
I must be broken.
Distracted.
There’ll be time to dip my wick later. Paige likes to feel special screwing her boss, she’ll get over the dismissal.
First, I gotta figure out what happened to get Elena up here. And find out why she’s suddenly turned to a lift of sabotage.
My only hope is that I can learn more about what the real story with Maria is along the way.
With a sigh, I veer towards the break room and grab a cold bottle of water, a pack of M&M’s, and a banana.
Momma always said I’d catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Let’s see how far a snack gets me with Elena.
Pushing into the interrogation room, she pops her head up from her arms, her raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders as she straightens.
She certainly favors her mother. I’m glad I don’t have to dwell on her father.
He was a monster.
Good riddance. Putting his sorry ass in the ground was the best thing I ever did.
Well, Ford and Blue helped. It’s a silent bond all of us carry.
As far as Maria, or anyone else knows, he disappeared on his own under threat of arrest.
He never deserved her. She was as much of an angel as he was the devil.
“Are you just gonna stare? You already have my damn mugshot.” Elena scowls at me, slumping down into her chair.
There he is. I recognize that expression.
Somehow it looks better on her. The twist of her full lips and the furrowing of her forehead only enhances the allure. She’d almost be beautiful if I didn’t know the fucked up things she’s done.
“I brought these, figured you’d be hungry.” I set out the array that I’d gathered for her and push them close enough for her to reach.
“Thanks, Sherlock. But kinda hard when both my hands are cuffed.” For emphasis, she raises and lowers her restrained wrists, letting the metal clang off the flat surface.
Another long exhale leaves me as I dig out the key. “Fine, but you try anything wonky, they go back on.”
A smirk tugs up her cheek. “Yea, sure.” She leans over so that her breasts rest on the lip of the table. “If I’m naughty, I’ll let you cuff me harder, daddy.” The last words come out as a panting whine while she reaches for the water bottle.
I know she’s being sarcastic, so I hate that it makes my cock twitch.
“Have you decided if you’re going to talk? Or am I having the D.A. charge you for everything we discussed earlier?” I don’t even want to acknowledge her “daddy” comment.
Because that would be admitting to the tight zipper I’m suffering with now.
Her smile slips and she focuses on the label of her plastic bottle. “It’s complicated,” she finally murmurs.
“Elena,” I growl, enjoying the way her breath catches when I say it. “I don’t want to put an innocent person in prison. Let me in. I can help.”
When she glances up and meets my gaze, for the first time it’s almost as if her facade cracks.
Her lower lip quivers before she rolls it between her teeth.
“I can’t,” she whispers. The plastic crinkles in her grip. “Um…people I care about will be hurt if I do.” Her eyes dart down to the picture between her hands. “They said that the stuff was only to make their milk dry up.” Her voice sounds hollow, then she flips the photo over, hiding the image of the dead cows.
