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and strong.
Makayla jumped at the sound of his voice. "Nothing, she's delusional."
Tamarius swept a suspicious gaze over Makayla and Tia. He walked around the bed and set the glass of water on the nightstand. He looked down at Tia, steadily scrutinizing the girl’s beaten features. "How is she feeling?"
"Well, she is talking."
"I know," Tamarius said, glaring at her.
Makayla knew he’d overheard, but didn't know how much. "Tamarius, she just came out of a coma." She walked around the bed and came to stand beside him, stopping short of touching him. "Let’s go outside. She needs her rest." She slid her hand over his and gently led him out of the room.
They walked out onto the back patio where there was a small pool and a set of steel pan drums.
"Look, I heard what she said. What does she mean, you’re in danger?" He pulled her close to him.
"I honestly don't know," Makayla replied. "We need to go to that orphanage first thing in the morning."
"I think you should stay here and watch over your cousin."
"I need to go, Tamarius. I have to know what happened to her. The only way I will know is if I go there." Makayla wrapped her arms around him, gently caressing his back. Through her fingertips she sent him soft electric vibrations of warm loving energy. She new it always drove him wild.
"I know what you’re trying to do," he said
"Yeah? Is it working?" Makayla smiled as her fingers continued to work across his back.
"I don't want you getting hurt. Please just stay here and let me go check it out first," Tamarius argued.
Makayla leaned her head on his chest. She knew he would do his best to keep her away from the orphanage. While he held her in his arms and murmured vague reassurances and soothing words in her ears, she devised a plan. She would have to slip out of the house when everyone was asleep. With the orphanage only a block away, she could easily walk there.
"Okay, you win. I'll stay here and watch over Tia." Makayla pulled away and folded her arms across her chest in a show of frustration. "I'm tired and it's late anyway." She offered him a quick hug and kissed him goodnight.
Tamarius watched her walk away and chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief. "I'm not falling for that one," he muttered under his breath.
Maxwell
Cressida flipped through the papers in her file as she waited for her client to enter. It took a lot for her to be in the interrogation room that morning and the only thing that kept her going was the reoccurring images of Maxwell's beautiful body lying naked next to her after they’d made wild love.
Cressida was jolted from her thoughts when the door to the interrogation room opened and two guards walked Blake Carter in, slamming him down in a solid metal chair that had been bolted to the floor. Cressida looked across at her client and steeled herself to remain professional despite the disgust she felt at his presence.
I'm going to need another dose of Maxwell after this, she thought.
Blake ignored the guards and concentrated on Cressida. He nodded at her and smiled wanting to remark on the unprofessional look of disdain on her face. He’d requested her specifically and Charleston had had no choice but to abide to his demands. Pleased with himself, Blake took in Cressida’s shapely legs and the tight curve of her rear. He assessed and appraised every curve as if she were a piece of meat and he was starved. His tongue snaked out to lick his famished lips. He straightened himself in the chair and set his cuffed hands on the table.
"Mr. Carter..." Cressida said.
"Please, call me Blake."
"Mr. Carter, I will be representing you in court..."
"As I requested." He grinned with heartfelt pleasure and anticipation of the shock he knew would follow.
"What?" Cressida said, shocked by what she just heard.
"I personally and specifically requested you, Cressida. Oh,
Makayla jumped at the sound of his voice. "Nothing, she's delusional."
Tamarius swept a suspicious gaze over Makayla and Tia. He walked around the bed and set the glass of water on the nightstand. He looked down at Tia, steadily scrutinizing the girl’s beaten features. "How is she feeling?"
"Well, she is talking."
"I know," Tamarius said, glaring at her.
Makayla knew he’d overheard, but didn't know how much. "Tamarius, she just came out of a coma." She walked around the bed and came to stand beside him, stopping short of touching him. "Let’s go outside. She needs her rest." She slid her hand over his and gently led him out of the room.
They walked out onto the back patio where there was a small pool and a set of steel pan drums.
"Look, I heard what she said. What does she mean, you’re in danger?" He pulled her close to him.
"I honestly don't know," Makayla replied. "We need to go to that orphanage first thing in the morning."
"I think you should stay here and watch over your cousin."
"I need to go, Tamarius. I have to know what happened to her. The only way I will know is if I go there." Makayla wrapped her arms around him, gently caressing his back. Through her fingertips she sent him soft electric vibrations of warm loving energy. She new it always drove him wild.
"I know what you’re trying to do," he said
"Yeah? Is it working?" Makayla smiled as her fingers continued to work across his back.
"I don't want you getting hurt. Please just stay here and let me go check it out first," Tamarius argued.
Makayla leaned her head on his chest. She knew he would do his best to keep her away from the orphanage. While he held her in his arms and murmured vague reassurances and soothing words in her ears, she devised a plan. She would have to slip out of the house when everyone was asleep. With the orphanage only a block away, she could easily walk there.
"Okay, you win. I'll stay here and watch over Tia." Makayla pulled away and folded her arms across her chest in a show of frustration. "I'm tired and it's late anyway." She offered him a quick hug and kissed him goodnight.
Tamarius watched her walk away and chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief. "I'm not falling for that one," he muttered under his breath.
Maxwell
Cressida flipped through the papers in her file as she waited for her client to enter. It took a lot for her to be in the interrogation room that morning and the only thing that kept her going was the reoccurring images of Maxwell's beautiful body lying naked next to her after they’d made wild love.
Cressida was jolted from her thoughts when the door to the interrogation room opened and two guards walked Blake Carter in, slamming him down in a solid metal chair that had been bolted to the floor. Cressida looked across at her client and steeled herself to remain professional despite the disgust she felt at his presence.
I'm going to need another dose of Maxwell after this, she thought.
Blake ignored the guards and concentrated on Cressida. He nodded at her and smiled wanting to remark on the unprofessional look of disdain on her face. He’d requested her specifically and Charleston had had no choice but to abide to his demands. Pleased with himself, Blake took in Cressida’s shapely legs and the tight curve of her rear. He assessed and appraised every curve as if she were a piece of meat and he was starved. His tongue snaked out to lick his famished lips. He straightened himself in the chair and set his cuffed hands on the table.
"Mr. Carter..." Cressida said.
"Please, call me Blake."
"Mr. Carter, I will be representing you in court..."
"As I requested." He grinned with heartfelt pleasure and anticipation of the shock he knew would follow.
"What?" Cressida said, shocked by what she just heard.
"I personally and specifically requested you, Cressida. Oh,
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