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But at least her wine had arrived and given her something to calm her nerves. She took a sip as the warmth spread through her stomach.
“There’s little to tell. We’re not close. I speak with them occasionally, and that’s about it.”
“Well I’m sure it’s difficult to keep in contact when you’re father’s doing thirty in Massachusetts Correctional Institution.” She almost gagged, but managed instead to focus on him. She could feel her cheeks burn, her eyes pop open wide, and she knew there was little she could do to keep the shock of his words from her expression.
“How do you know that?” Duh. Of course it was public record for anyone who would choose to go looking, but rather than ask why he was so intent on looking, she panicked. Her humiliation was creeping up on her.
“I also know you’re mother has a problem staying out of trouble as well, though for decidedly different reasons. Tell me, what was it like growing up with a mother who was a prostitute and a father who was a drug dealer?”
“Why are doing this?” She was nearly whispering as she spoke the words, and she knew there was no strength behind her voice. The humiliation continued to burn through her cheeks, and she could feel tears prick the backs of her eyes. Why could he have not at least have stayed away from the topic of her parents. They were the first, last, and every awful memory in between in her life, and she failed more often than she succeeded at stowing the pain of them.
“Because I can. I want to know you, and I don’t like that you insist on holding me at arm’s length, least of all after I’ve tasted your tits and made you come with nothing more than my words and your absolute need for it. Stop pushing me away.” His words may have been seductive, but his tone was harsh.
“You’ve made it clear you have no intention of helping me, and I absolutely believe you have information pertinent to this case. If I had enough cause to arrest you for obstruction, I would. So you’re kidding yourself if you think I owe you a damn thing.” She was almost shocked that her voice was holding its own. In truth, she was desperately trying to push him away from the topic of her mother and father, and his knowledge of her case seemed as good a reason as any.
When his lips curled up in a smile, her heart fell. She just couldn’t win with this one, and she hated it. But she still couldn’t stop wanting him either. Her skin was flushed as though his smile had reached out and caressed her skin. It was an incredible shiver that ran cool and hot all at the same time through her entire body. She wanted to give in, and though there was no real chance she could, she wanted to anyway. She couldn’t control this one, and she was tired of trying.
When he touched her knee, her head snapped up and she gasped, but she didn’t pull away. Her skin was bare above her knee high dress boots, and she was instantly pissed and glad that she’d chosen a skirt that fell just above her knee. His hand was cool, but still sent warmth pulsing through her body.
“Your parents’ choices aren’t yours, Brit. Why are you so embarrassed of them?” She was embarrassed by them. Always had been. He was far too perceptive, and it had her rattled again. He seemed to see right through her. Through her behavior to the scared and humiliated little girl she really was inside.
He worked his fingers up her thigh as he watched her face. “Don’t be embarrassed with me.” It was a commanding, quiet voice, and his intense eyes backed it up. Brit glanced away as her breath came out in a ragged and terrified sigh. She needed to push him away, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want him to stop … and he didn’t. He never once stopped studying her face as his hand pushed farther up her thigh. Their table was hidden and secluded, and they sat toward the back of the crescent-shaped booth out of anyone’s line of sight.
When his fingers reached the top of her thigh,
“There’s little to tell. We’re not close. I speak with them occasionally, and that’s about it.”
“Well I’m sure it’s difficult to keep in contact when you’re father’s doing thirty in Massachusetts Correctional Institution.” She almost gagged, but managed instead to focus on him. She could feel her cheeks burn, her eyes pop open wide, and she knew there was little she could do to keep the shock of his words from her expression.
“How do you know that?” Duh. Of course it was public record for anyone who would choose to go looking, but rather than ask why he was so intent on looking, she panicked. Her humiliation was creeping up on her.
“I also know you’re mother has a problem staying out of trouble as well, though for decidedly different reasons. Tell me, what was it like growing up with a mother who was a prostitute and a father who was a drug dealer?”
“Why are doing this?” She was nearly whispering as she spoke the words, and she knew there was no strength behind her voice. The humiliation continued to burn through her cheeks, and she could feel tears prick the backs of her eyes. Why could he have not at least have stayed away from the topic of her parents. They were the first, last, and every awful memory in between in her life, and she failed more often than she succeeded at stowing the pain of them.
“Because I can. I want to know you, and I don’t like that you insist on holding me at arm’s length, least of all after I’ve tasted your tits and made you come with nothing more than my words and your absolute need for it. Stop pushing me away.” His words may have been seductive, but his tone was harsh.
“You’ve made it clear you have no intention of helping me, and I absolutely believe you have information pertinent to this case. If I had enough cause to arrest you for obstruction, I would. So you’re kidding yourself if you think I owe you a damn thing.” She was almost shocked that her voice was holding its own. In truth, she was desperately trying to push him away from the topic of her mother and father, and his knowledge of her case seemed as good a reason as any.
When his lips curled up in a smile, her heart fell. She just couldn’t win with this one, and she hated it. But she still couldn’t stop wanting him either. Her skin was flushed as though his smile had reached out and caressed her skin. It was an incredible shiver that ran cool and hot all at the same time through her entire body. She wanted to give in, and though there was no real chance she could, she wanted to anyway. She couldn’t control this one, and she was tired of trying.
When he touched her knee, her head snapped up and she gasped, but she didn’t pull away. Her skin was bare above her knee high dress boots, and she was instantly pissed and glad that she’d chosen a skirt that fell just above her knee. His hand was cool, but still sent warmth pulsing through her body.
“Your parents’ choices aren’t yours, Brit. Why are you so embarrassed of them?” She was embarrassed by them. Always had been. He was far too perceptive, and it had her rattled again. He seemed to see right through her. Through her behavior to the scared and humiliated little girl she really was inside.
He worked his fingers up her thigh as he watched her face. “Don’t be embarrassed with me.” It was a commanding, quiet voice, and his intense eyes backed it up. Brit glanced away as her breath came out in a ragged and terrified sigh. She needed to push him away, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want him to stop … and he didn’t. He never once stopped studying her face as his hand pushed farther up her thigh. Their table was hidden and secluded, and they sat toward the back of the crescent-shaped booth out of anyone’s line of sight.
When his fingers reached the top of her thigh,
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