“Yeah, this is where the undercovers work. We’re not supposed to bring civilians in here.”
Lincoln scoffed. It was strange being called a civilian, but in Donatella’s world, he was. In his world, she was the civilian.
“Well, aren’t you the rebel?” he joshed.
She grabbed his hand. “That’s me.”
She pulled him down a hall. She took a left, and then a right. It was like being in a maze. After a minute or two of walking, Lincoln realized it would take a while if he tried to get out on his own.
“Where are you taking me, lady?”
She looked up at him with a grin. “What? This is your tour.”
“Of walls?” Lincoln mused.
She giggled.
“We’re almost there,” she assured.
After a few more turns, she was entering a code on, yet another, keypad. After she was granted access, they entered into what looked like an outer office. It was a large room covered with institutional beige. There were about ten desks spread out about the room, some in cubicles.
Donatella led him to a cubicle. “Welcome to my corner office,” she joked.
Lincoln chuckled. “Why is it so empty here? Where is everyone?”
“Well, Narcotics works in shifts. The night shift has already hit the streets, the bosses work days and have weekends off, and so do the civilian administrative staff. So, it’s just you and me, Colonel.” She smirked. “You scared to be alone with me?”
“Hardly.” Lincoln scoffed, looking around the tiny cubicle. “But I have a feeling that I should be.”
Judging by the pictures on the wall behind her desk, she really loved her family. Lincoln moved closer to peruse candid shots of her, Bella, and a couple he assumed was her parents.
Donatella moved to take a seat in the chair behind her desk. It didn’t go unnoticed when she purposely brushed up against him, rubbing her soft tits against his back. Before she sat, Lincoln was able to get a whiff of her perfume. It was light and feminine. He found himself grinning, but he didn’t turn around.
“Good looking family,” he mused aloud.
“Thanks. So is yours.”
“You think so, huh?”
“Ain’t seen an ugly Creed yet, Colonel,” she muttered through a chuckle.
Lincoln abandoned the wall of photos and took a seat in a chair next to her desk.
“Well, thank you, Detective Devereaux.”
“Mm-hm.” She opened her bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey. “Can I offer you a drink?”
Lincoln was surprised by her choice of drink. He didn’t see any ice nor anything that could serve as a chaser. So, he assumed she planned on drinking it straight.
She grabbed two plastic cups from the same drawer and placed them on her desk. She took the top off and poured herself a sizeable portion.
“Well?” she asked, holding the bottle over the other cup.
Lincoln nodded. After the night they’d had with his brother and her sister getting shot, he could definitely use a drink. And…there was no way he was about to let the tiny woman outdrink him.
After pouring his drink, they toasted to family and tossed them back.
A few drinks and a lot of laughter later, Lincoln was really enjoying Donatella’s company. She had a fun, easygoing disposition, and a raunchy sense of humor. It was like drinking with one of the guys, except for one gigantic difference. The more time he spent with her, the harder his cock pushed against his zipper. He was certain that never happened when hanging out with the fellas.
