This fast-paced and engrossing narrative of murder investigation and steamy adult romance will stimulate the mind and get the body yearning for more.
Paralegal Daisy Sinclair works for a well-known successful criminal defense attorney in downtown Fort Worth. She works hard and plays even harder, but has a code to never mix business with pleasure. This code is tested when her boss hires Warren Cole as a criminal investigator to partner with her in a case defending a prominent figure against a double murder charge.
Investigator Cole is a gorgeous six foot five former homicide detective and Navy SEAL with piercing emerald green eyes, unkempt jet black hair, caramel tan complexion and rock hard body. When Daisy catches herself imagining him handcuffed to her bed while investigating the crime scene, she soon realizes mixing business with pleasure maybe unavoidable.
Daisy is a strong-willed free spirit who plays by her own rules and Warren is a cocky alpha male who is accustomed to going by procedure. This combination makes for an interesting and entertaining investigative team. As they set out to prove their client’s innocence, they find themselves on a suspenseful winding journey of the many suspects and motives to discover things may not be what they seem, or are they?
Between finding out who committed the murders and the provocative sexcapades this novel is sure to satisfy.
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I enjoy reading crime fiction and romance, so I wanted to write a book with a perfect balance of both genres. I have such an active imagination and I truly enjoy transcribing it into words. As I am writing, the people, places and things come to life before me and I completely lose myself.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I wanted a strong experienced female main character who is free spirited and lives her life by her own rules. All subsequent characters were created to give a good counter balance to the main character rather it be to challenge her, assist her, etc.
Day one…Tuesday morning through afternoon…
I am running late as usual. I should have arrived at work an hour ago. Last night, I drank a little too much of a three hundred dollar bottle of wine paid for by my boss. We were celebrating a criminal case that the District Attorney had to dismiss due to a technicality. I always have a major headache the morning after drinking too much wine which made it a little hard getting up this morning.
My name is Daisy Sinclair. I work as a paralegal for a well-known criminal defense attorney in downtown Fort Worth. Luckily, I live in a loft a few blocks away, so I walk to work. The daily exercise keeps my five foot five frame nice and trim. I used to not worry about having to exercise but at thirty-two and given an hour glass shape it was inevitable at some point in my life.
I work at the Law Office of James D. Garfield. Mr. Garfield, or Jim as I call him, is in his mid-sixties and has been an attorney for almost forty years. He became well-known about twenty five years ago when he defended a sports figure in a highly publicized murder case and won. We first met and became acquainted when I worked as a criminal clerk at the courthouse. He offered me a job with a salary twice what I was making as a clerk. I jumped at the offer and now have worked for him for 7 years. During that time, he has mainly done consulting work. However, given his high success rate of getting clients off, he has been hired on a handful of highly publicized criminal cases. Jim says he has done his time as a major player in the criminal defense game and now is in his retirement years. I always respond that I am honored to be a part of his retirement. However, I suggest that we take a week, go to the beach and drown ourselves in margaritas which is more my idea of retirement.
I am almost to the office, but I need to stop by the coffee shop on the corner. I have to drink at least one cup of coffee before I require my brain to function properly. I like my coffee like I like my men, sweet and creamy. Some days, I am in need of something a bit stronger so I do go a little crazy and order a café mocha. These to me are combining two greats – chocolate and coffee. Now, I have toyed with the idea of adding wine to that combo making it the ultimate trifecta.
As I am waiting in line to get my coffee, I notice that there is a television on in the corner. The news is on reporting about a horrific double murder. The story briefly catches my attention, but not even a double murder takes my focus off my task at hand. I am running late, need to get to the office and first and foremost get a cup of coffee.
With my mind so focused and the noise of the television, I didn’t realize my phone was ringing. I reach down to answer it. It is the secretary from my office, Sue.
Sue has been working with Jim for over 20 years. She is so sweet, but do not let that fool you. She is a hard ass. She makes sure Jim and his office run like a well-oiled machine, which really helps make my job easier.
“Where are you?” Sue asks.
“Obviously, I’m running late. I’m down at the coffee shop.” I am still gazing at the television and yawning. “Since Jim and I went out last night and celebrated, my body is slowly shutting down. I’m in need of some caffeine.”
“Jim needs you to go to the jail because we have a new client that needs to be interviewed.”
“What information do you possess on the client?”
“His name is Michael Kirkland. He is a local attorney and he has been arrested for a double murder.”
“Huh? That name sounds familiar.” I am trying to figure out where I heard that name before. “Okay, I will go and meet with him and I will be in the office afterwards.”
When I hang up, I am still paying attention to the news story of the television and realize the story being reported on is about our client’s arrest.
Luckily, the jail is not too far from the coffee shop, so I will enjoy the walk while drinking my cup of coffee. It is a cool sunny spring day. A pleasant day for a walk. By the time I reached the front doors of the jail, I had finished my cup of coffee and feel alert enough to carry on an intelligent conversation with our new client.
Jim has me interview clients to get all the initial information from them. He says with my face resembling a doll, my kind green eyes and long straight auburn hair that it is hard for people to lie to such a pretty girl. I do have a knack for getting people to talk to me and be honest. I have always been able to get people to open up to me. I will be at a grocery store and some stranger will start telling me about some random personal stuff and all I did was politely smile at them.
As I walk in the front doors of the jail, I hear someone say, “Hey pretty girl.” I know exactly who it is…Officer Lee “Mac” McClesky.
Mac and I have known each other since working at the courthouse. We worked in the same courtroom. He was a bailiff. He used to hit on me and ask me out all the time. I always turned him down telling him I couldn’t go out with him because we work together. He is extremely cute, blond hair, dreamy blue eyes, tall and a nice slender build. He reminds me of a major league baseball player that I used to have a crush on. That is why when I started working for Jim I took Mac up on his offer.
We started off going out for drinks and realized we had a lot in common. It never developed into a relationship even though Mac wanted it to. I am so busy with work that I do not have time for one. So over the years we have become best friends. We go out for drinks after work and hang out on the weekends. On occasions we may have sleep overs where there isn’t much sleeping involved. I have needs and Mac always tells me he is there to oblige.
He is probably the reason why I haven’t had any serious relationships in many years. Every time I start getting serious with some guy, the guy has an issue with our friendship. There has been a time or two that the other guy had legitimate concerns. I can’t help it. Mac and I hold this special connection that if my mind set was different we would probably get married and grow old together.
“Hey good-lookin’.” I smile at him.
“Are you here to visit Mr. Kirkland?” Mac asks.
“When you leave you need to watch out for the reporters because it is a hot case in the news right now.” He warns.
“Thanks for the heads up.”
I noticed there were news vans parked outside the jail when I came in. I was right about the news story being about our client. Luckily, I didn’t get spotted. They have gotten to know my face and name from prior cases that Mr. Garfield was hired as the defense attorney.
“Are you going to be at Lady Liberty later tonight?” Mac asks as he walks me to the conference room.
“I may go by there later for a drink. It will all depend on how my day goes and how late I end up working.”
“Always revolving your life around work, huh, Daisy?” He says playfully.
“Yep, but I never hear you complaining when I need a little sex to relieve some of the work-related stress.”
“Yeah, yeah. Well you know I’m always here for whatever you need and I’ll be at Lady Liberty tonight. So, look for me and we can hang out.”
“You know I will, sweetie.”
Mac opens the door to the conference room for me. It is a grey room that contains two chairs and a table bolted to the floor. As I walk in, Mr. Kirkland is sitting and secured to the table with handcuffs. He is in his mid-fifties, slicked back silver hair and distinguished-looking. His eyes are grey and gentle. He looks like he hasn’t slept for days. Even though he is trying to put on a strong façade, I can tell by his red eyes that he has been crying all night. He looks like a broken man.
“Hi, Mr. Kirkland. I am Daisy Sinclair with the Law Office of James D. Garfield.”
I extend my hand to him. He reaches up and gently places my hand between both of his. It is a genuine gesture and somewhat fatherly. He did not say a word as almost to be at a loss for them. I sit down across from him and place my phone down on the table.
“I’ll be recording our conversation.” I inform him.
He nods his head in acknowledgment.
“I know you have been arrested for a double murder and I need you to tell me what happened. Please begin with your events on the night of the murders to when you were arrested.” I instruct.
He sits there with his head down staring at the table for a second seemingly to be lost in thought. He raises his head and looks at me with sad eyes.
“She was my life, I loved her, and I don’t know what I am going to do.”
“Who is she?” Not knowing who he was referring to.
“My wife, Lizzie!” He screams at me. Although not with rage, but with hurtful sorrow of his loss.
The door to the room flies open and Mac is standing there.
“Is everything okay?” Mac glances at me and then at Mr. Kirkland.
I shoot him a look of annoyance and roll my eyes. He knows that I can’t stand it when he is over protective of me.
“Everything is fine, but we could use some water.” Knowing that his job is not to get us drinks. He cocks his head, squints his eyes at me and slowly shuts the door.
I turn back to Mr. Kirkland. “I apologize. I usually do not know the facts of the case before the initial interview so I can evaluate the case with your view point.” I explain and then request him, “Please tell me what happened.”
He starts with the night of the murder. “My wife and I were arguing about how much time I spend at work. She was saying that we should start thinking about retirement and slowing down.”
Mr. Kirkland explains, “I had a bad day at work and the last thing I wanted was to go home and argue with my wife. So, I dismissed what she was saying by suggesting that we talk about it some other time. Of course, that made her angry. She yelled at me to get out of the house. So, against my better judgment, I left.”
“What time was that?”
“Around 7:30 p.m. I went back to the office to chill out for couple of hours and then left and drove around long enough that by the time I got home my wife would be in bed.”
I am taking notes on a legal pad. I tear out a piece of paper and hand it to him with a pen.
“I need you to write down the exact route you took that night. I need the specific street names.”
He quickly jots down the information and hands the pen and paper back to me. “Here you go.”
“What time did you get back to your house?”
“It was 10:42 p.m. because I checked my clock and thought Lizzie should be in bed by now. After a night of rest, I figured we could talk about it clearly in the morning. I mean we have been married for so long. Our marriage isn’t perfect. We do fight on occasion.”
I nod for him to go on as I continue taking notes.
“So, when I arrived home I saw my business partner Jeff Ellis’ car in the driveway. It surprised me because he didn’t call to let me know he was coming over. Sometimes he would come over without calling, but that was rare.” He furrows his eyebrows as if he was still trying to make sense of it.
“What kind of business are you in?” I ask.
“We are trust and estate lawyers.” He replies.
I nod. That is where I recognize his name from.
“So, I walked in the house and I didn’t see or hear anyone. I went into the kitchen and then I checked the living room. They were not in either place. I heard noises coming from our bedroom upstairs. I got this sinking pit in my stomach and my chest was hurting. As I was going up the stairs it seemed to take an eternity like treads were being added to the staircase. The master bedroom doors were to the left of the staircase down a short hallway. I could see a straight shot to the bed.” Mr. Kirkland stops for a second as if he is going to get sick. Then he continues, “That is where I saw Jeff naked with both hands handcuffed to the bed posts. I couldn’t wrap my head around what was going on.” He starts to sob.
I hand him a tissue. “Do you want to take a break?”
He shakes his head and continues, “As I walked down the hallway, I could see Jeff covered in blood. It felt like the walls were closing in on me. I walked into the bedroom just passed the doorway and everything went black.”
“What do you mean everything went black?”
“I don’t remember. I woke up lying on the floor with my head in excruciating pain. The lights were off but there was street lights coming in from the windows. I surveyed my surroundings trying to get my bearings and realized I was still in my bedroom. I managed to get up and find my way to the light switch. I turned the lights on. I rubbed my head, turned around and glanced up to see Jeff still covered in blood and handcuffed to the bed posts. I was hoping it was all just a horrible nightmare. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lizzie naked and laying in a pool of blood on the floor. Instinctively, I went to Lizzie and there was a knife sticking out of her chest. I didn’t know what to do and I grabbed the knife and then I let go. There was nothing I could do. I didn’t know what to do so I just held her.” Mr. Kirkland put his head in his hands and is uncontrollably sobbing.
“Take a second and when you are ready you can finish telling me the rest of the story.” I pat him on the shoulder trying to comfort him.
After a few minutes he raises his head and finishes the story, “It was shortly after that the first responders arrived and I was immediately arrested. I had noticed a phone in Lizzie’s hand. The detective told me she called 911 and all she said was ‘my husband’. I am not an idiot. The husband is the first suspect without any possible evidence. I knew how this all looked, so I didn’t even let them question me and I contacted Mr. Garfield.”
I conclude our meeting by telling him, “You are not to speak to anyone about this case, absolutely no one. We will do an intensive investigation into your case to find evidence to help prove your innocence.”
He nods in understanding. Then I ask him, “Are you going to be able to make the two million dollar bail?”
“I will get in contact with my financial manager and get it taken care of.”
“When you make bail you need to contact Mr. Garfield.”
I shake his hand. “We will be in contact in a couple of days.”
As I walk out of the room, I run right into Mac. I squint at him, cock my head to the side and cross my arms. “Where is my water?”
He smiles. “Don’t be mad at me, pretty girl. I heard him yell and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
With my head still cocked, I roll my eyes. “I will talk to you later.”
As I come out of the jail, there are reporters from all of the local televisions stations and three newspaper reporters waiting like vultures. Someone must have tipped them off that Mr. Kirkland had a visitor. I have gotten used to getting accosted by reporters over the years working for Mr. Garfield. At first, I would just ignore them and walk away. However, Mr. Garfield preferred me to start making comments. He feels like I make a better public affairs liaison since as he puts it I am easier on the eyes then he is.
“Ms. Sinclair, is Mr. Garfield representing Mr. Kirkland in the Kirkland-Ellis murder case?” One of the television station reporters ask.
“I am here visiting a friend who works here. You will find out who represents Mr. Kirkland after the prosecution is notified.”
“Is that a yes?” Another newspaper reporter asks.
“Have a good day people.” I walk away deflecting their questions.
On my walk back to the office the wind picks up. I couldn’t help but think about the story Mr. Kirkland told me. Based off his point of view alone he could easily be convicted. I have interviewed many criminal clients and most were guilty even though the whole time they were pleading innocent. Mr. Kirkland was truly devastated and he told the story without any thought of his possible conviction. He could have left out certain parts of the story to make himself appear less guilty. His honesty made me believe in his innocence.
Our office is located in one of the twin tower buildings. The suite is located on the tenth floor. The outside of our office has a grand entrance with large columns flanking the glass double doors. As I walk into our offices, Sue is at her desk. She is in her fifties, has shoulder length bottled blond hair always puffed up and caked on make-up. She looks amazing and doesn’t look much older than forty.
She peers up from her desk, smiles and greets me. “Hello, Daisy. Jim has already left for the day and he will talk to you in the morning about the Kirkland case. I bought you lunch and put it on the desk in your office.”
“Thanks as always.” She normally gets me lunch since I tend to get so wrapped up in my work. I sometimes forget to take time to eat and by the end of the day I feel like I am going to faint.
I go back to my office, kick off my heels and turn on the radio. I put my head back and shut my eyes. I fell asleep for a second because I wake up to the phone buzzing and Sue saying, “It’s Mac on the phone.”
I pick up the phone. “Can’t get enough me today, can you?”
“I can never get enough of you, pretty girl. I mean let’s face it your my longest relationship to date.” Mac chuckles.
“Very funny. What is going on?”
“I called to let you know that Mr. Kirkland has bonded out.”
“Thanks. I will talk to you later.” I hang up.
When I get off the phone, I look up to see Sue standing in my doorway. “When are you going to officially take that good-looking man off the market?”
“Don’t you start.” I hear this from her about twice a week.
“I am leaving for the day. I want to let you know that Jim has decided to hire a full time criminal investigator and he will be here tomorrow for us to meet.”
I nod my head as I start to eat my sandwich. Mr. Garfield normally contracts out a private investigator that he keeps on retainer. I guess he decided to hire someone full time. I didn’t think we were that busy on the criminal defense side of our legal services. I will find out more from Jim tomorrow.
Sue smiles, gestures a bye and walks away.
After she left, I finish eating my sandwich. I email the District Attorney a representation letter informing them of Mr. Garfield representing Mr. Kirkland. I then send out open records request letters to Texas Department of Transportation for copies of any recorded surveillance videos of the route our client took the night of the murders between the hours of seven P.M. to eleven P.M. I have had a long productive day and I need to wind down. I am going to go see Mac and get a drink.
Day one…Tuesday evening…
Lady Liberty is located six blocks away from my office building and one block away from my apartment building. It is a bar and grill that almost everybody that works in the legal profession around Fort Worth from police officers to judges hangs out after a day of work.
I walk in and am hit with the familiar smell of alcohol and grease. The place is dimly lit but I see Mac in our usual spot in a booth in the back corner. There is always a bunch of people from the courthouse that we used to work with that sit with us. However, I notice a girl sitting next to Mac that he has his arm around. I do not recognize her.
As soon as he sees me he pulls his arm away from her. “Hey, pretty girl. I am glad you came tonight.”
“I needed to after the day I had.”
“I saw you on the news tonight being evasive as usual.” Mac stands up to give me a kiss.
“They put that on the news. There wasn’t much said.”
“It was a short piece about whether or not Mr. Garfield is representing Mr. Kirkland. Thanks for vaguely mention me.”
I look at the new girl. “Hey, I am Daisy.”
“Hi. I’m Jessica. I recently started working for a lawyer in town. Mac invited me here tonight to introduce me to the local legal community.” She is a cute blond haired petite girl probably no more than twenty five years old.
“This is the best place in town to get to know the who’s who.”
I need to get a drink so I excuse myself and go to the bar.
While I am waiting at the bar a guy comes up behind me. “Would you like to dance?” His breath hits my neck giving me chills making my nipples hard and stand at attention. His voice was deep and animalistic.
I turn around to see who this voice belongs to. The wind was knocked out of me by the powerful presence of the male specimen that stands before me. He towers over me by at least a foot making him about six foot five. His hair is jet black thick wavy layers that go down past his ears slightly unkempt. His eyes are a piercing emerald green. He has a five o’clock shadow, a caramel tan complexion and a large rock hard body. He is physically fit similar to specialized military or a mixed martial arts fighter. His stare is intense and face stoic. I didn’t know whether to run or jump him.
I am perplexed and in awe at the same time and then he smiles. Wow! No. Double fucking wow!! Can a guy get more gorgeous? His smile is beautiful and inviting. It softens his hard appearance. I think my panties just got dampened. I am glad he smiled because there are three things that get me to forget about the day’s stress. As I have already mentioned sex is one. The other two are drinking and dancing.
“Hell yeah. I will dance.” We walk to the dance floor, which is an open space in front of the bar. “I almost said no. You are intimidating.”
“What made you change your mind?” He put his hand on the small of back.
“Your smile. You need to do that more often or at least when you ask a girl to dance.”
“Sorry, my years on the force has trained me to show no emotion.”
“A cop, huh?”
I nod as we start to dance to seventy’s classic rock. I dub him Officer Handsy because he seems to want to have his hands all over my derriere as we dance. Although, I didn’t mind because it gives me the chance to roam my hands all over his incredible body. While dancing so close to him, I also notice he was rock hard in other areas.
The one thing I have learned about cops is they are a love ‘em and leave ‘em type. Since I am just looking for a good time and not a relationship, this type fits me perfectly. Although, I have had my share of ones that want to stick around. They usually figure it out at some point that it isn’t going to work.
Officer Handsy leans in. “Do you want to sit down and get a drink?”
“That was what I was trying do right before you asked me to dance. Go find us a seat and I will go get us some drinks.”
I go to the bar and I feel somebody behind me kiss me on the neck and hear a familiar voice. “Are you ready to go back to my place to relieve some stress, pretty girl?”
I turn around and see Mac. “Not tonight. I am going to stay and hang out a little bit longer.”
“Your loss.” Mac shrugs.
“There is always tomorrow night.” I smile at him and then kiss him on the cheek.
When I make it back to the table, I hand Officer Handsy his drink.
“I didn’t tell you what I wanted from the bar.”
“I figured you for a straight up beer guy.”
“Not bad.” He takes a drink.
We sit there sipping our drinks for a while enjoying listening to the music. He is staring at me, like I was a painting on display, analyzing and admiring. I wander what he is thinking.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“I noticed you talking with a guy at the bar.”
I am appalled. What’s it any of his business? I look at him with my mouth open, eyes widened and shaking my head.
“Yeah, I know it is none of my business. However, I can’t help but notice my surroundings with my many years of being a detective. Especially when it has to do with such a gorgeous lady.” He is slightly smirking.
“I have never noticed you here before.”
I am trying to change the subject. I take a sip of my drink.
“I just moved to town and got a new job.”
“With the Fort Worth Police Department?”
“No, I retired today from being a Detective with the Dallas Police Department.”
“Retired? You look too young to be retiring.”
“I wanted a change. It is a demanding job with long hours and little pay. I can make my own hours and get paid twice as much working as a private investigator.”
“Where are all of your cop buddies? Shouldn’t you be having a farewell party?”
“The party was at the Precinct in Dallas. I am here meeting my new employer and he suggested I come here to get a drink. He told me this is the place to get to know the local law community. So, here I am and running into such a beautiful lady as you. I would say my day is getting better.” He raises his eyebrows.
“I would have to agree. I came here to forget about my day and I can’t remember anything prior to us dancing.” I smile.
“I believe you did a good job at deflecting the conversation about the guy at the bar. You must be an attorney.”
“Close. I’m a paralegal.”
Not letting it go, while smiling he says. “The guy at the bar you were kissing.”
I shake my head. This guy is relentless.
“Oh you saw that, did you?”
“Like I said, detective skills, they become second nature.” He shrugs his broad shoulders.
“Alright, I will tell you. He is a good friend. You really don’t let up. Why do you want to know so badly?”
“Because we are about to be fucking like rabbits and I don’t like to be interrupted by a possible boyfriend.” His voice is low and soft.
I burst out laughing in astonishment. “You sure are cocky.”
“You noticed, huh?” He replies with a smirk.
I am thinking who is this guy and am immediately turned on at the same time. He shot right passed foreplay. I want to be fucking him right here on this table in the middle of the bar. I am normally not a one night stand kind of girl. However, there are situations that call for it. I mean an Adonis like him doesn’t come around very often. I am not going to waste this opportunity or play hard to get.
“Do you have a car?”
“Let’s go.” He is grinning.
We go into the parking garage and we come up on a classic black muscle car. I thought Detective Handsy is the epitome of alpha male and this fuck is going to be amazing.
We both get in the back seat. He reaches over and pulls me to him. He softly puts his hand on my face and leans in. His lips touch my lips. He gently parts them with his tongue. When his tongue touches mine I can’t help but let out a moan. As if we are already making love he moans in unison.
He starts moving his hand down from my face to my neck. He slightly moves my face upwards and starts gently kissing me on my neck. My lower body is aching to be touched. He moves from kissing me on my neck to flicking my earlobe with his tongue. His hand moves down over my blouse to caress my breast. He is fondling my breast on top of my shirt and he quickly zeroes in on my nipple.
As if I weighed nothing, he pulls me up on top of him causing me to straddle him. I feel his large hard bulge between my thighs. I can feel how wet he is making me. He kisses my shirt on top of my nipple. I start to gently thrust my hips and he lets out a moan. It is at that moment my phone starts ringing.
He lets out a growl that startles me and pleads, “Please don’t answer.”
“I have to answer it, it is my office.” Not very convincingly.
I have a specific ring tone set up and I know it is Sue. I answer. “Hey, Sue.”
Officer Handsy continues to kiss my neck and move his hands up and down my back.
“I’m so sorry to bother you this late. I forgot to tell you that Jim wanted you to come in early tomorrow. We will be meeting early to meet the new investigator.”
“Okay. Thanks for calling me so I can get home and get a little bit of sleep.” I reply and then hang up the phone.
I look at Officer Handsy and at that moment I despise my job.
“You’re going to have to take a rain check. That was my office and I need to be in early tomorrow. I’ve had a long day. I need to get home and get some rest.” I get off of him.
Given his initial agitation when my phone rang, his response surprises me. I mean at the very least he can protest and I may finish this little tryst. It puzzles me and I think maybe he isn’t all that into me, so I get out of the car. “See you around.”
I walk away in the breezy cool night and did not even give him a chance to do the ‘I will call you’ routine. It is a shame because the sex would have been out of this world.
I overslept a little bit this morning, so I will have to skip my normal stop at the coffee shop and go straight to the office. I am already on my morning walk and am a block away from the building. It is a cloudy day and looks like a storm may come in from the east.
After I left Officer Handsy last night, I got home around two o’clock in the morning. When I finally crawled into bed, he is all I could think about. I didn’t sleep well. It usually isn’t like me to be hung up on some guy. I knew it wasn’t going to be more than a one-time thing. I mean I didn’t even get his name and I really didn’t care to. He was so dreamy. I can’t stop thinking about the way he made my lower region pulsate. Even thinking about him right now, I am getting wet. I am definitely sexually frustrated from not be able to seal the deal. I will have to see if Mac is available tonight for a no-sleep over.
When I walk in the office, Sue is standing waiting on me. “We are meeting in the conference room.”
I follow her back to the room. Jim is waiting for us when we walk in. Jim is in his sixties. He is a short husky man with white thick hair. He wears glasses, which are always on the rim of his nose. He is always peering over them with a grin on his face.
“Hey, Jim. I overslept this morning. I almost got here a little late. I was out late last night with some friends when Sue called and I didn’t get home until two this morning.” I notice that the new criminal investigator wasn’t here yet. “So when is the new guy supposed to be here?” I yawn.
About that time I hear someone behind me say, “I got here early and while we were waiting on you to arrive I made everyone coffee. Would you like me to get you some?”
His voice was deep and familiar. I turn around. Holy shit…Officer Handsy. I sit there for a second in astonishment and he repeats his question. “Would you like me to get you some coffee?”
I pull myself together and cross my legs in fear that everybody could see the pool forming in between my thighs. “Yes, uh, please. I guess, uh, you are, uh, the new criminal, uh, investigator.” I am stammering.
He sticks out his hand. “I am sorry. Yes. My name is Warren Cole.” The whole time having a smirk on his face. He is enjoying seeing me squirm.
He walks out of the conference room and Jim asks, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. You know me, I just need a cup of coffee to wake me up.”
I need to pull it together.
Detective Handsy, rather Investigator Cole, walks in and hands me my coffee. I give him a half-hearted smile. “Thanks.”
Jim makes formal introduction and then Sue leaves to go to her desk.
Jim starts by explaining to me, “My decision in hiring Warren is to have two great assets working in the field. Warren has an exceptional career as a detective and will bring that experience to assist in deciphering the evidence. It will be an adjustment for him to go from a prosecution and conviction mind set to a defense. I worry about you investigating on your own. We have had some incidents in the past and now I will be comforted knowing Warren will be with you.”
“I understand.” I nod my head at Jim.
I am looking at Investigator Cole out of the corner of my eyes. Oh my, he is so hot.
He turns to Warren. “Daisy with her many years of experience as a criminal defense paralegal will help with your adjustment. She has many contacts in the legal community so use her wisely.”
“I will definitely use her wisely.” He looks over at me catching me looking at him and smirks.
I about choke on my coffee and start coughing. Warren reaches over pats my back with one hand and places his other hand on my knee. Officer Handsy is back. The warmth from his hand slowly makes it up to my sweet spot.
“Are you okay?” Still smirking.
I am coughing and nodding my head.
Jim stands up to assist.
“Yeah…yeah. I am fine.” I get my coughing under control and I brush Warren’s hand off of my knee. It is so hot in here. I am burning up. I feel an overwhelming urge to run.
Jim sits back down and addresses both Warren and me. “Having two sets of brains and eyes are better than one especially when someone’s conviction is on the line. If everything works out then you both will be essentially partners working each case together towards a common goal and that is to make me look good.”
We both nod our heads in response.
Jim looking at me. “I spoke with Warren last night and he is on board with all of this. How about you?”
I pull it together and ignore the sex laden elephant in the room.
“You know I’m on board. I respect your opinion enough to know what is best.”
“Now, that we got all that squared away. Let’s briefly talk about the Kirkland case and get the two of you going on it.” Jim says and then asks me, “What are your initial feelings?”
“Even though it doesn’t look good for our client, I believe he is innocent.” I barely get the sentence out before Officer Handsy let out a little laugh.
I look over at him, cross my arms and raise my eyebrows. “Do you have something to add to my initial feelings?” Emphasizing my.
He raises his hands and shakes his head. “No, I apologize. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He has an expression of amusement on his face.
I squint my eyes at him and look at Jim. I continue by explaining, “We will have to do a lot of investigating, practically prove his innocence. I have sent an opens records request to TxDOT for videos of the route our client took that night. The smartest thing Mr. Kirkland did was shut is mouth and ask for an attorney.”
Jim asks Warren, “What are your thoughts?”
“He caught his naked wife with his business partner who was handcuffed to the bed posts. It is an open and shut case.”
I scoff at his comment. He is so cocky. It is irritating. I can’t believe his arrogance and it reminds me of last night. I start getting that feeling in between my legs. It is so fucking hot in this room. I grab my shirt collar and start fanning my face to get some air. I need to get out of this meeting.
I look at Jim. “Wow, where has he been this whole time? He could have saved us a lot of time, money and trouble in all of our other cases.”
I turn to look at Officer Handsy. “Cops, it isn’t just so open and shut. Remember you are not working for the prosecution anymore.”
Jim holds up his hands. “Okay, okay. Calm down, Daisy. Mr. Kirkland is a fellow lawyer and I have personally and professional known him for many years. I believe he is innocent and it is our job to prove it. As you both know, the circumstances have us working uphill. We need to start our investigation immediately. Today, I want you both to go over to Mr. Kirkland’s house and inspect the crime scene. Tomorrow, I need you both to go to Mr. Kirkland’s office and speak to his staff.”
No, no, no! I am hot and bothered. The last thing I need is to spend the day with Officer Handsy. I need at least a day to figure out this situation and pull it together.
“Is there any way we can start tomorrow? I would like to review the case a little more before going over the crime scene and interviewing possible witnesses.”
Warren chimes in, “I could use the day also to prepare more.”
“That will be fine. I have one more thing to share with both of you. Given the fact that Mr. Kirkland is an established attorney in our community, he is prepared to pay me one hundred thousand dollars as an incentive if we can get this resolved within fifteen days. You two will be paid twenty thousand dollars each of my incentive. So, our objective is getting him off quickly.” Jim is looking back in forth between the two of us.
We both nod our heads in unison. Jim has always been generous with bonuses. He believes in order to keep good employees you need show them appreciation. Bonuses are one form he shows his gratitude.
I go back to my office and sit there staring out the window drinking my coffee. How did I get myself in this situation? If I couldn’t stop thinking about him knowing I wouldn’t ever see him again, what am I going to do having to work side by side with him every day? This is going to be a challenge. I need to get it together. I can do this.
I hear a knock on my door and turn around. Detective Handsy is peaking in. Oh my, looking at him I notice he looks better today in the office light then he did last night in the dark bar. He is clean shaven, his hair is brushed back and he fills out his tailored suit nicely. I start to get that feeling again in between my legs.
“Where are we going to review the case in your office or in the conference room?” He asks and then smiles at me. Ah, that smile makes me tingle all over.
I smile back.
“Please come in, shut the door and have a seat.”
After he takes a seat, I look at him and whisper. “I didn’t really need to review the case. There isn’t much to go over at this point. I just need a day to figure all of this out.”
“Figure what out, the case?” He leans forward and whispers as if we were in some kind of secret meeting. Of course, mocking me.
I look at him in disbelief thinking I must have not made much of an impression on him last night.
I wave my finger back to him then to me, “No, this. You know, what happened between us last night? I must have not made much of an impression on you. That is not normally who I am.”
“What fun and irresistible?” He has a slight gleam in his eyes.
Although, I couldn’t help noticing the irresistible comment, I continue.
“No, I’m normally fun. It is the other thing I usually don’t do.”
“You normally don’t make out with guys.”
I begin to think he is starting to enjoy torturing me.
“No that is not what I am referring to. I make out with guys.”
He tilts his head and gives me a big smile. He looks so good. Now I know he is enjoying this.
“What I mean is I wasn’t expecting to ever see you again and if I knew we were going to be working together then what happened in your car absolutely would not have happened. By the way, did you know who I was when you approached me at the bar?”
His face goes back to normal. Intense and stoic.
“Oh my hell, you did? Of course you did. If you are any kind of detective you would have figured it out. What is this some sick initiation?”
He puts his hands up. “No, I didn’t know until you got your phone call. Jim suggested that I go to Lady Liberty and he had mentioned that you may be there. He described you and when I approached you at the bar I had no idea. His description didn’t do you justice. I heard your telephone conversation and then I put two and two together. I wouldn’t have mixed business with pleasure. That’s-”
I interrupt him and say pointedly, “I don’t and wouldn’t have either.”
About that time my phone buzzes and Sue says, “Mac is on the phone.”
Warren stands up to leave and I tell him, “It will just be a second and you can stay.” He sits back down.
I pick up. “Hey, good-lookin’.”
“Hey, pretty girl. I really missed you last night. I tried calling you to see if you wanted to hook up after you left the bar. What did you end up doing? I saw you talking with some guy.” Mac says.
“Yeah, that was the new investigator that Jim hired. We just hung out and I lost track of time and got home a little late. We can hang out tonight. Do you want to come over to my place?” I really need him to come over.
“You bet. I can’t wait to see you. Maybe next time you can introduce me to your new investigator.”
“Oh yeah definitely. I will see you later.” I hang up the phone.
I notice Warren clenching his jaw like last night when we got interrupted. I look at him. “Sorry for the interruption. That was Mac. The guy you were asking me about last night. We are really good friends.”
“Really good friends, huh?” He smirks.
“Yes, next time I will introduce the two of you. He said he would like to meet you. Anyway, I have had a long couple of days and am a little tired. Let me have today to gather myself and tomorrow I will show up and be ready to jump into the case.”
He nods his head, gets up and walks out of the office. Of course, I can’t help admiring him walking out of the room. He is so hot. I reassure myself that I can do this. I know I can.
Luckily, the potential storm cleared and I am able to walk home without getting rained on. When I get home, I pour myself a glass of wine and crawl into the bathtub. I am lying back trying to forget about last night with Warren. However, I can’t stop thinking about how great he felt and how sweet he tasted.
I hear my door shut and somebody say, “Hey pretty girl, I’m home.” It is Mac.
I gave him a key to my apartment just in case I ever lose mine. Also, he will get here before me sometimes and it is easier for him to let himself in. I get grief from Sue, Jim, my parents and friends. They don’t get our relationship, but it works for us. I know our relationship is very comforting and solid. It is my safety net and after the craziness with Officer Handsy that is exactly what I need right now.
“I am in the bathtub.” I yell.
He walks into the bathroom. He looks so cute in his uniform and he was smiling at me.
“So how about that stress relief?”
I smile back at him and motion for him to come to me.
He sits on the floor next to the tub and reaches his hand into the water. I feel his hand touch my inner thigh and it tickles a little. I let out a giggle. He gazes at me, moves in closer and softly kisses me on my forehead.
I shut me eyes and he slowly slides his hand down my leg. He pulls my foot out and starts to massage it. I look at him and wonder why this couldn’t just be enough. I reach over and grab his shirt. I pull him to me and passionately kiss him.
He starts to kiss me on my neck and I whisper in his ear, “When you mentioned stress relief, I wasn’t thinking foot massage.”
“I know. I wanted to play hard to get.” He is looking at me so sweetly and affectionately.
He scoops me up out of the bathtub, carries me into the bedroom and lays me down on the bed. He starts taking off his shirt while doing a semi striptease. I watch adoringly and smile. I move my finger down his pecs, past his six pack and hook on his belt. As he leans down and kisses me, I undo his belt and his pants. His pants fall to the ground. I reach up and grab his face and start pulling him on the bed as he takes off his boxers. He gets on top of me and I feel him inside of me. At that moment, I really feel comforted and solid. After we both finish, we cuddle and fall asleep. It is nice as usual.
Day three…Thursday morning…
I wake up to an empty bed. Mac has to be at work earlier than I do so he is normally gone when I wake up. Even though I didn’t do much sleeping last night, I feel really rested and am up early.
Being with Mac makes me realize how good I have it. I am not going to stress over what happened between Officer Handsy and me. I don’t need the added stress or drama. I am going to move forward and try to forget about the other night. We work together and that is where it stands. I agree with Officer Handsy about not mixing business with pleasure.
I go into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Mac made some this morning, which makes me think again why this couldn’t be enough. I notice a note on the counter. It states that Warren called this morning and will come by and pick me up around eight thirty. I realize it is eight twenty seven and about that time I hear a knock on my door. I have nothing but a robe on and sex hair. I attempt to comb it out with my fingers. I hear another knock.
After receiving a degree in paralegal studies, C. R. Lemons was a paralegal for many years until deciding on a career change of currently managing her husband’s business.
As a child, she would love reading her mom’s romance novels and acting them out with her dolls. She always had an active imagination and dreamt of sharing it through writing. This dream finally came true with her first novel Getting Him Off Quickly.
C. R. Lemons is a native Texan who enjoys her coffee strong, her music rockin’ and her life full of laughter. She lives with her adorable husband, two beautiful daughters, and three spoiled Chihuahuas.
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