“Nothing. That was it.”
I sighed and then flipped to the report again.
“They’ve been intimate for about two years. Not a couple, more like a friend with benefits. He referred to her as a milf. They get together once or twice a month.” I read from the report and then tried to burn through him with my gaze.
“Yeah. Well, she, um, asked about that picture of you and I at the Fireman’s Ball two years ago. We…”
“And you told her about our private life.”
“Well, it seemed like an intimate moment and I thought sharing something about my past would be a good idea.”
“Oh my God, Jer. You had no clue she was an investigator? That she steered the conversation to me?”
“No. Look, I said you were hot.”
“Yeah, I’m your MILF. Thanks a lot.” I fought both the heat of anger and the swirling cold of anxiousness and worry. Jerald didn’t have a malicious bone in his body. Hayley seemed like a manipulative bitch. Perfect skills for an investigator.
“Is there anything you might have said to her that didn’t make it into this report? Anything at all?” I showed him the report again.
“Is this entire file on you, Reggie?”
“Yeah,” I replied.
“That’s a shitload of information. Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“No, Jer, I’m not in any trouble at all. Someone is just being super careful.”
“Who?” he asked, his brow furrowed again.
“Nobody you know, Jer. Hey, do you mind going home?”
“Sure. You sure you’re safe?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” I offered a reassuring smile.
“Okay. Let me get dressed and I’ll get out of your hair.”
Jerald left me with my thoughts and my worry. I felt violated in a way. Hayley, Dirk’s security expert, had done a lot of thorough digging. She’d talked to many people from my past. People, that unlike Jerald, I couldn’t just invite over or casually call and say, hey, did a young woman come around and start asking questions about me?
Based on the way she had approached Jerald, I wondered how many of them even knew what was going on. Had they casually dropped a few tidbits from my past?
Even if they had, what would that have meant to Dirk Baxter? Even with this thick dossier on me, he was still willing to work with me. Perhaps he had found nothing about me that made him not trust me.
Wasn’t trust the one thing a person needed with a therapist? Especially a sex therapist. He obviously still trusted me even after our encounter at the Cherry Pie and even after his girl Friday, Hayley, dug up everything in my past.
I went to bed and finally fell asleep, but it was well past midnight. Thank god it was Friday. I didn’t really come to any definite conclusions, but I was sure of two things. The sexual urges that Dirk aroused in me weren’t quelled. And…
Dirk Baxter had some explaining to do next Friday.
Chapter10
Control
I expectedto get some straight answers from Dirk Baxter about why he insisted on all this cloak-and-dagger activity. It was Friday afternoon, one week since I had met him at the Penthouse restaurant. When I opened the door to my office, Dirk stepped through and walked over to the couch. The overhead lights illuminated the room and sunlight streamed through the west-facing window. I had anticipated this session eagerly since our encounter at the Penthouse restaurant.
He wore a black slim fitting suit which outlined his natural physique nicely. The blue tie and the white shirt gave me a sense of his need to control and dominate. He unbuttoned the jacket and leaned back on the sofa.
“You look very nice today,” he said as a smug smile spread across his face.
