She takes a seat in front of me while her partner occupies the chair in the corner. It’s obvious who the alpha is of the two, but she’s not the only alpha in this room.
After flipping open the file, she folds her hands in front of her, meeting my gaze head-on with those cold silver eyes. The same eyes that once looked up at me in complete submission. That once begged for my mercy, my tenderness. Eyes that stole my heart so she could crush it in her tiny little fist.
“Commander, we have reason to believe you’ve been stealing large amounts of fentanyl from the evidence locker and selling it back to the dealers on the street,” she says, raising an arched brow.
My mind is still spinning. Part of me wants to put an end to this now. If I reveal we know each other and that we were in a previous relationship, that is a direct conflict of interest.
She knows that.
What is her endgame? Why would she take this case, knowing it was me she’d be investigating?
I open my mouth to expose her, exposeus, but the words stay lodged in my throat. Crossing my arms over my chest, I narrow my eyes at her.
I could start fires for what I once felt for this woman and burn down cities with the pain she left in her wake.
She shifts in her seat, darting her silver eyes from my intense glare, while the familiar scent of her perfume hijacks my senses, my cock twitching in response. The need to touch her is wreaking havoc on my self-control. My mouth waters, tasting the satisfaction I would get from having her bent over this desk, creamy ass exposed, and my handprint decorating her honey-gold skin.
Despite the contempt I feel for this woman, she still takes mybreath away.
She’s dressed in a black suit with a crisp white button-down, like the daily uniform she wore when we worked together. She’s feminine yet powerful. Strong and yielding. Dominant and submissive.
I wonder if she’s wearing something pretty and lacy underneath.
Fuck, I bet she’s wearing pink.
My favorite color on her.
She would be so cruel.
Her rich brown hair is pulled back in a tame ponytail, not a single strand out of place, and the square tortoise-frame glasses perched on her freckled nose only serve to irritate me more.
Why does she have to be so goddamn beautiful?
When I don’t respond, she asks, “Can you explain your digital fingerprint being used to gain access to the evidence locker?”
I shrug. “Someone must have cloned it.”
“Seems a little far-fetched, don’t you think, Commander?”
I grind my teeth so hard I feel like my jaw might crack. She knows I didn’t do this. She knows I’m being set up because she fucking knowsme.
She’s trying to rattle me.
Push me.
Shred my precious control.
She wants to play games.
Let’s fucking play.
Ishould have known better. I should have known that being this close to him again wouldn’t be easy. I thought I was over him, that my feelings for him were buried deep enough I could ignore them, but boy, I was terribly wrong. I was foolish to think that I could be in the same room with this man and feel nothing.
Every memory and emotion slam into me one by one. Memories I’ve long since forgotten or tried to, and after looking into those deep blue eyes, they rise like the waves of the ocean, crashing into me one by one.
Stolen kisses.
Sweaty nights.
