She laughed and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him toward a tiny door in the corner of the building. Once they reached the door, she entered a code, and they entered the small lobby. They passed the cop sitting behind a window and made their way to a turnstile. Donatella placed her hand in a palm reader. When the lock clicked, she pulled the door open.
“Shit, this is like going into the Pentagon,” Lincoln quipped.
She laughed and held the door open for him. “This is the Organized Crime building. It’s where all the undercovers work—vice, intelligence, narcotics, and so forth. That’s why everything is so secretive. Years ago, this was a Sears warehouse. At one point, it was very covert, but now every thug in Chicago knows what this building is. They’d love to get a look at the undercovers. That’s the reason for the guard shack, the covered fences, and the high-tech security.”
“I see. So, will you get in trouble for bringing me inside?”
Donatella smiled and gestured for him to follow her down the hall. “Well, Colonel, I would suspect that you have higher governmental clearance than anyone in this building. You could probably ban me from this place if you wanted.”
Lincoln couldn’t help but laugh. Donatella was not only beautiful, but she was clever and witty.
“You might be right, Detective.”
“Do me a favor. Call me Donna. Everybody calls me Donna.”
“Naw. I ain’t everybody. I like Donatella.”
“Don’t mean I’ll answer,” she scoffed.
Lincoln grabbed her forearm, tugged her around to face him, and placed his hand against the small of her back. He pulled her close his body and looked down at her, into her beautiful eyes. “I’ll teach you to answer to it.”
When she reached up and placed her soft hand to his jaw, his body instantly reacted.
She pushed herself against his manhood. “I love to be taught,” she whispered seductively. “I’m like a sponge, more than willing to suck… in all the knowledge that I can.”
Lincoln raised a brow. “You are quite brazen, Donatella Devereaux.”
She grinned and moved even closer.
God, she was sexy.
“No, what I am is a grown-ass woman. Life is too short for me to pretend that my virtue won’t allow me to have something I want.”
“And you want?”
“An hour or two,” she responded.
Lincoln was a bit thrown off and definitely turned on by her brash response. Donatella seemed to know herself, didn’t bother putting on any airs. She oozed confidence, and he found that incredibly attractive. Shamefully, he only had one night to give to women that tried to play at being coy.
“An hour or two? Is that all you require?”
“For now,” she replied with a wink.
She stepped out of his grasp and continued down the hall. And like a dog in heat, Lincoln followed, watching the bounce of her beautiful ass along the way.
They took an elevator to the 2ndfloor. She walked over to what she called the 24hr desk and spoke to a plain-clothes cop with super long blonde hair. The woman was staring at him past Donatella throughout the brief conversation. He would’ve assumed she was just doing her job until she winked and licked her lips.
Lincoln cleared his throat and looked away. He spied a trophy case and walked over to it. Inside were a few 1stand 2ndplace trophies for the police versus the fire department in softball, football, and boxing tournaments.
“Wait here, Colonel. I’ll be right back,” Donatella called out before pushing through a set of double doors.
He nodded and returned his attention to the trophy case. Behind one of the boxing trophies were two photos that grabbed his attention. In one, Donatella was sporting boxing gloves, posing with a trophy in her arms. The very same trophy on display in the case. The second was a photo of her in a bikini holding a number card over her head. Lincoln smiled. Her versatility was intriguing.
The sound of the double doors pulled his attention from the photos.
“Come on. The coast is clear,” Donatella called out from the doorway.
Lincoln frowned and followed her through the doors down a long hallway. “The coast?”
