Maybe I won’t even let you undress. Maybe I’ll bend you over the sink and fuck you with your heels still on.
Heat rushes up my neck so fast it’s embarrassing. Jesus Christ. I can almost picture him smirking. He knows what he does to me when he talks like that.
Fiona
This is unfair.
Aleksei
Life is unfair, baby.
My hand snaps around the phone, and before I can stop myself, my mind flashes to last night. To the dirty things he was saying as he fucked me over the kitchen table, gripping my hair as he did.
“Hey,” Dana’s voice comes through, startling me.
The phone fumbles from my fingers, slipping onto the desk.
“Whoa.” She grins. “Someone looks like they just got caught doing something naughty.”
“Jesus, Dana. You scared the shit out of me.”
She laughs, shutting the door behind her. “Mm-hmm. I wonder why. Is it that secret guy you’ve been hiding from me?”
“There’s no secret guy.”
Just a husband…
“So, what’s up?” My back straightens as I regain my composure.
Dana lifts a white envelope from her folder. “The secretary handed me this on my way here. Said it was waiting for you at reception.”
I glance at it. “What is it?”
She shrugs. “No idea. Doesn’t say.”
She hands it across the desk, and the second I see it, my stomach caves in. Every muscle goes rigid as a sharp, cold panic cuts through the warmth Aleksei’s text left behind.
It’s plain and unmarked. Just like the others.
For a moment, the office disappears, and all I’m left with is the familiar dread curling low in my gut.
“Fiona? You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Her voice sounds far away, like it’s echoing down a tunnel.
I can’t tear my vision off the paper. The edges blur. The pulse in my neck throbs so hard it’s like the room is shrinking around me.
I was hoping the letters would stop. That whoever was sending them got bored. No such luck.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I force a smile and pick up the envelope, hoping I’m wrong and it isn’t from whoever has been sending these notes.
But I can’t open it now. Not in front of her.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dana’s gaze thins as she pulls up a chair and slowly settles onto it.
“Yeah, sorry. Just a long day.” I force out a smile.
“Okay, if you’re sure…”
“Yeah. How’s your murder case going?” I’m hoping the change of topic distracts her from the letter on my desk. “Do you want to go over the argument?”
