My hand pulls at my towel so I can touch myself, but I can’t. I force myself to stand up. I will not masturbate while thinking aboutAngelo. Especially not the more muscular, denser, more busted-up version of him I just saw. With that smirk and the tease of some word I don’t know ... him slipping that he knows my first name in when I don’t remember giving it to him ...
He was playing with my head. Trying to get under my skin! To prove that I have something to lose.
I don’t. It was a fling six years ago, and it doesn’t change a thing. I left while he was in the shower, got in a cab, and went home, not wanting to ruin the memory with morning-after conversation. No phone numbers. No names. It was just ... hot.
More importantly, it’s in the past. I will not let it make me awkward like I am with boyfriends or flirting. No. I’ll hold to what I know and push myself forward. I know I’m a capable officer. I know I can handle this. With my fingers crossed, I’ll never have to see Angelo Rossi again. I won’t think about him. I will forget my liaison with a killer and mafia member. Easy.
And it is easy for the next few days. I throw myself into work. I reaffirm that I’m good at my job by booking plenty of people. However, then Eric appears at my desk. “You and I are about to have a lot more in common, Luisa.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good thing, Eric.”
“Remember a problem you helped with a few days ago?” he asks.
“Don’t tell me I’m looking at O.T.,” I groan.
“It might be viewed as a step up. You were chosen,” Eric keeps hedging.
I don’t like where this is going. “Eric ... you’re only used to delivering bad news. Just spit it out so I can take my lunch break and curse at you outside the building.”
“Angelo Rossi made bail on the conditionof house arrest. Of course, he’s staying at his mansion. The judge added a secondary condition based on the charges filed, his bank account, the potential flight risk, and other factors and considering choosing police officers is difficult, you were selected,” Eric says. “It means you’re going to be his babysitter the same way I was with Emilia, hopefully with a better outcome.”
“He won’t tempt me,” I growl. “But I don’t like this.”
“Overtime pay is incredible. I promise. Plus, you’ll be living in a mansion and he has to be obedient.”
“He wouldn’t know obedience if it bit him.”
“If he touches you, it’s one phone call, and he has to come right back here for solitary jail time until his trial. I don’t know how he got the deal,” Eric says. “Except he’s a Rossi.”
“Unless there’s a rat in our department. And that rat would have swept what he did in lock up under the rug,” I say.
“Which is why you’re the only person I could trust with this when Chang gave me the option of three different agents,” he says.
“Ah, so you’re throwing me under thebus? Are you punishing me because I don’t approve of Emilia?” I demand.
“No. I know that you’re capable, trustworthy, and won’t make my mistakes. So don’t, Luisa. Give him hell. Make him regret this deal and keep him in line the next few weeks until trial. Then you get to be smug as fuck at the trial,” Eric finishes.
I don’t have a choice but to agree, even though both of us know it will not be that easy.
THREE
Angelo
It feels damngood to be back in my own home. Sure, it’s a slight step down from my father’s house. No gold leaf walls, no expensive chandeliers. There are no Monet paintings on the wall, but there’s more than enough for me to be comfortable, even with the ankle bracelet.
Two cops watch me as I slump onto a chaise lounge in just boxers. Bathing in my shower has been the second-best thing I’ve experienced in the last few days. The first was Luisa.
The hottest fuck of my life walking right back in. She’s dyed her hair a dirty blonde that suits her. Her pouty lips, her thick, gorgeous body barely contained in her officer’suniform, and that ass. Oh, I could forget plenty in my life, but not how I grabbed her ass and jerked her back against me.
I didn’t have to worry about being rough with her. She could take it. Wanted it. Those thick thighs I was hoping to wrap around my ears after my shower, her perky tits with her dark pink nipples that ... fuck, just licking and touching them had her coming for me.
The way she deep-throated me, how she moaned for me, bit my ear instead of finishing her sentences. Sentences I was happy to reveal I could understand. Nothing about any fuck has been sexier than Luisa ordering me to fuck her harder, telling me she could take it, then proving it by having me flip over to ride me like the goddess she was.
Drunk on alcohol and power, that woman was flawless. And now that I’ve seen her again, those same dark eyes, her soft tanned skin, the new blonde hair ... she’s even better. Her tits are a little bigger, her ass tighter, her thighs more muscular, and I have a feeling that she could throw plenty of people around.
But I’ve changed too. I packed on muscle, know how to dress, and now I know what I’m capable of. Six years changes aperson, but that little minx, a little older, more focused, and a detective. She’s so fucking hot.
Even better than I could have dreamed up. I lick my lips, thinking of how she tasted.
