“Awful.”
I tapped the pen against my temple. Thoughts rolled around my head. Plenty of them. However, they were scrambled. Hardly anything made sense.
I closed my eyes as the truck halted. Driving to court was impossible this morning. My hands were useless on the steering wheel. There was paperwork to study and a request to be made.A black truck would always be my first choice during stressful or high profile cases.
Focus, baby.
Sunlight beamed into the back of the truck, forcing me to shield the side of my face. But, as quickly as it had come, it had gone. The door slammed as my Glock’s trigger met my index finger.
“Put that away, pretty lady.”
The hairs on my arms stood at attention.
My heart sped, hammering uncontrollably in its chamber.
I blinked, waiting for reality to clock back in.
Waiting for the suited gentleman to disappear.
For the cameras to cut.
Lowering my weapon, I began to process my surroundings. The white bus stationed next to the truck was evidence that it wasn’t after ten at night and I wasn’t sound asleep.
“Siah,” I breathed out. “Wh– How– I.”
Black threads rested on top of his dark skin. A button down. A suit jacket. A tie. Slacks. Loafers. His hair was trimmed to perfection.
Carefully, I analyzed every inch of him.
My God.
I closed my eyes, swallowing back the nothingness in my throat.
Confusion forced my eyes closed. I reopened them almost immediately, scared I’d miss a moment. Even more afraid that once I opened my eyes, he would no longer be here.
With me.
Outside of those walls.
Out of those cuffs.
“How?”
He unbuttoned the jacket of his black suit.
“Money talks.”
His extensive arms obliterated the distance between us. My body glided across the seat. Siah’s hand wrapped around my neck, breaking the levees between my legs.
He parted my lips with his tongue. I welcomed him inside. My head twisted and turned as I was reminded how good he was. How tasteful he was. Howminehe was.
Our disconnection left me breathless. My chest inflated and deflated dramatically. My eyes burned with disbelief.
My cell buzzed in my hand. Though the number was unfamiliar, the energy wasn’t. I unlocked the phone, finding a text.
Focus, baby.
A smile cut into my face. I placed my phone, Glock. And papers inside of my briefcase. It could all wait. It would all have to wait.
