The woman looking in my eyes right now, the woman whose touch electrifies my skin, is the only reality existing for me right now.
I should be scared. Scared of what she does to me. But I am not. Not in this infinite moment where it is just me and her and nothing else.
Her lips meet mine, and a flutter rushes through my body. I have never felt anything like it before. Yes, I had heated sex and butterfly moments. But this here, this is different. It shatters my insides into a million pieces as it rips everything I hold onto from me: Control.
She rips me of all my control. Mentally.
Physically.
Spiritually.
Not that I’d describe myself as a spiritual person, I couldn’t be further from it, but what I feel right at this moment is something otherworldly, and I want to get lost in it forever.
“Lil,” rips Doug’s voice through my mind, and I realize where I am and what I am doing. I step back from her and turn to Doug. He looks concerned.
“What?” I asked harsher than I meant to, but I don’t feel like myself right now.
“I would call it in, unless you wish me to do otherwise,” he says.
Call it in.
Call in what?
My scrambled brain needs a moment to recall what has happened.
The thing with the employee.
Right.
Business.
The photos.
The folder.
My mind is elsewhere.
With her.
The woman who stands next to me is making me lose my mind.
“Wait a moment,” I say to Doug. “I’m running it through Zeus.”
I glance at Ella as I turn to the laptop. She looks way too proud as she knows exactly the effect she has on me, and I want to murder her for it. Doug comes close and glances at the profile Zeus compiled.
“Messages to unknown number, the day of the shooting,” he says. I see it too.
“You think he gave someone intel on my schedule?” I ask.
“Likely,” says Doug. He’s in professional mode, meaning not a word too much.
“Let me pull the tower data,” I say, and my mind finally focuses, “Maybe we can retrace other logs of that number.”
Only it runs into a dead end.
“Cross-referencing other employees wouldn’t make sense,” Doug says, thinking to himself. “What’s the threat potential?”
“Came clean,” I say. The employee was, after all, initially and continuously vetted.
