some class, okay?”
She leaned into me, pressing her breasts against me, and whispered in my ear, “I have handcuffs.”
My control wavered.
I closed my eyes, counted to ten, and pictured the daddy-daughter-horse porn. It helped. “Okay, bath time.” I picked Anna up and slung her over my shoulder, fireman-style, and carried her up the stairs to her apartment.
Anna lived in the nice part of town, unsurprisingly, and the rent on these apartments would have kept Mutt in squeaky lamb chops for the rest of his doggy life. Everything was clean, all the lights worked, and the neighbors stayed indoors when they heard me clumping up the stairs with Anna hanging over my shoulder and giggling like a school girl about to be spanked. I appreciated that in a neighbor.
I’d only been here once before. Because it was Anna’s, the details were burned into my brain. She lived in apartment 154, thankfully only one flight of stairs up from the polished, pale gold lobby. Her door key hung on the same ring as her car key, and I had to dump her unceremoniously on the sandy hall carpet, while I unlocked the door. She lay at my feet, rolling around like a cat on catnip.
“I’m so hot. I’m so hot,” she moaned, grabbing at my jeans.
I hauled her upright. “We’ll soon fix that, kitty.” I marched her in and went straight through the tastefully bland living room to the bathroom. The tiles on the walls had dolphins and starfish on them, and I saw a pink bra draped over the radiator. I picked Anna up and sat her down in the pale blue tub.
“Water sports, Ethan?” she asked coquettishly, pressing her fingers to her lips.
“Lady, you just blew any chance of ever sleeping with me,” I told her, reaching for the showerhead. I turned the faucet on, turned the water to ball-shriveling-cold and let her have it.
Anna shrieked as the water hit her and her hands flew up to protect her face. An icy stream bounced off her onto me, sluicing some of the sweat away, and I sighed in relief.
“Ethan, you bastard! What the hell!” Anna stared at me through the rush of water, eyes wide and furious. Her hair plastered against her face, which had some color back in it now. I couldn’t help smiling.
“You okay in there, Detective Radcliffe?” I asked, turning the faucet off. “A little more calm and collected?”
“What the fuck is this, Banning?” She sat up, gripping the tub for support and peering around, blinking. “How did we get back here?”
I perched on the toilet seat, giving her some space in case she decided to hit me. “You don’t remember?”
“I don’t remember anything after leaving Hush,” she said, climbing out of the tub and grabbing a towel. “What happened?”
She sounded calmer, like herself again. My shoulders slumped. The Voice sighed with a little disappointment that no humiliating crazy monkey sex would happen, but I was massively relieved. Anna would never have forgiven herself or me. “You got sick. Overheated, I guess,” I told her. “You passed out, so I drove you home and figured a quick shower would help.”
She frowned at me. “Well at least you didn’t take my clothes off,” she muttered, toweling off her hair. “Thanks,” she added.
“Don’t mention it.” I stood. “I’ll get out of your hair. Long day tomorrow.” Exorcism was probably best dealt with after a good night’s sleep–or as good as I could get, anyway.
As I passed her to leave the bathroom, she grabbed my arm. “You still didn’t tell me about Tamsin Searle. She’s the owner of the apartment we found Rhian in–do you think she’s involved with Rhian’s death?”
I shrugged. “Baxter’s going to get her number for me. She’s caught up in this somewhere. I just haven’t figured out how yet.”
“Well, call me once you’ve got her details,” she said, releasing me. “Good night.”
Dismissed. I tipped her a salute and left her to scrub herself dry, wondering if she really didn’t remember anything,
She leaned into me, pressing her breasts against me, and whispered in my ear, “I have handcuffs.”
My control wavered.
I closed my eyes, counted to ten, and pictured the daddy-daughter-horse porn. It helped. “Okay, bath time.” I picked Anna up and slung her over my shoulder, fireman-style, and carried her up the stairs to her apartment.
Anna lived in the nice part of town, unsurprisingly, and the rent on these apartments would have kept Mutt in squeaky lamb chops for the rest of his doggy life. Everything was clean, all the lights worked, and the neighbors stayed indoors when they heard me clumping up the stairs with Anna hanging over my shoulder and giggling like a school girl about to be spanked. I appreciated that in a neighbor.
I’d only been here once before. Because it was Anna’s, the details were burned into my brain. She lived in apartment 154, thankfully only one flight of stairs up from the polished, pale gold lobby. Her door key hung on the same ring as her car key, and I had to dump her unceremoniously on the sandy hall carpet, while I unlocked the door. She lay at my feet, rolling around like a cat on catnip.
“I’m so hot. I’m so hot,” she moaned, grabbing at my jeans.
I hauled her upright. “We’ll soon fix that, kitty.” I marched her in and went straight through the tastefully bland living room to the bathroom. The tiles on the walls had dolphins and starfish on them, and I saw a pink bra draped over the radiator. I picked Anna up and sat her down in the pale blue tub.
“Water sports, Ethan?” she asked coquettishly, pressing her fingers to her lips.
“Lady, you just blew any chance of ever sleeping with me,” I told her, reaching for the showerhead. I turned the faucet on, turned the water to ball-shriveling-cold and let her have it.
Anna shrieked as the water hit her and her hands flew up to protect her face. An icy stream bounced off her onto me, sluicing some of the sweat away, and I sighed in relief.
“Ethan, you bastard! What the hell!” Anna stared at me through the rush of water, eyes wide and furious. Her hair plastered against her face, which had some color back in it now. I couldn’t help smiling.
“You okay in there, Detective Radcliffe?” I asked, turning the faucet off. “A little more calm and collected?”
“What the fuck is this, Banning?” She sat up, gripping the tub for support and peering around, blinking. “How did we get back here?”
I perched on the toilet seat, giving her some space in case she decided to hit me. “You don’t remember?”
“I don’t remember anything after leaving Hush,” she said, climbing out of the tub and grabbing a towel. “What happened?”
She sounded calmer, like herself again. My shoulders slumped. The Voice sighed with a little disappointment that no humiliating crazy monkey sex would happen, but I was massively relieved. Anna would never have forgiven herself or me. “You got sick. Overheated, I guess,” I told her. “You passed out, so I drove you home and figured a quick shower would help.”
She frowned at me. “Well at least you didn’t take my clothes off,” she muttered, toweling off her hair. “Thanks,” she added.
“Don’t mention it.” I stood. “I’ll get out of your hair. Long day tomorrow.” Exorcism was probably best dealt with after a good night’s sleep–or as good as I could get, anyway.
As I passed her to leave the bathroom, she grabbed my arm. “You still didn’t tell me about Tamsin Searle. She’s the owner of the apartment we found Rhian in–do you think she’s involved with Rhian’s death?”
I shrugged. “Baxter’s going to get her number for me. She’s caught up in this somewhere. I just haven’t figured out how yet.”
“Well, call me once you’ve got her details,” she said, releasing me. “Good night.”
Dismissed. I tipped her a salute and left her to scrub herself dry, wondering if she really didn’t remember anything,
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