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rates returned
to normal.   Then he stood up and
crossed the room to the heavy oak wardrobe that stood in the corner of his
office. He opened one of the bottom drawers, pulled out a pair track pants for
himself and one of his sweaters for me.   He slipped on the track pants and then returned to where I was on the chair.
    “Arms up,” he said, and I held my arms in
the air obediently.   He pulled the
sweater over my head, and I wrapped myself in the warmth of the material,
inhaling the scent of his laundry detergent.
    “Are you hungry?” Noah asked.   “Shall we order in?   Or would you like to go back to my
apartment to eat?”
    I curled my legs up under me on the
chair, pulling the sleeves of his sweater down over my wrists.   I loved the way it felt to swim in his
clothes, loved that his things made me feel safe and protected.
    “Are we even going to talk about what
just happened?”   I asked carefully.
    He was picking up the belt he’d used on
me from the floor, and his eyes glinted with wickedness.   “What is there to talk about,
Charlotte?   You seemed to enjoy
it.”
    My face flushed as I remembered what we’d
just done, how he’d taken me in the ass, put me up on the ottoman on all fours
and entered me, all the while pulling on my hair, tangling it with the belt
he’d wrapped around my neck.
    “I’m not talking about the sex, Noah,” I
said.  
    “What are you talking about,
Charlotte?”   His back was to me as
he opened his desk drawer and placed the belt inside.   But I could tell from his tone that I was treading on
dangerous ground.   I wasn’t
stupid   - he’d fucked me soft and
slow to distract me.
    But I wouldn’t be distracted.
    Not from this.
    “I’m talking about using me.   To lure out whoever killed Katie.”
    He slid the drawer shut slowly.   Then he gripped the edge of his desk
and leaned over it, the muscles in his arms flexing.   The light from the desk lamp bounced off his bronze skin,
making him look more like a model in a photo shoot for office furniture than a
powerful lawyer.   He closed his
eyes for a moment, then opened them.   But still, he didn’t look at me.   “That’s not going to happen.”   His tone was measured, and I could tell it was taking every ounce of his
self-control not to explode.
    But I was done treading carefully.
    Now that I’d seen the evidence, there was
no getting away from the truth.   If
we didn’t do something drastic, there was a good chance Noah would spend the
rest of his life in jail.  
    “Noah,” I said, doing my best to keep my
voice calm.   “You need to do
something drastic.   You need to
–”
    “Don’t tell me what I need to do,” he
said, cutting me off.   His voice
was raised, and I could tell he was losing his grip on his control.   The thought gave me a sick
satisfaction.   He should be losing his grip on his control.   Everything about this situation was out
of control, and for him to think otherwise was insane.   “What I need to do is keep you safe.”
    “Oh, okay,” I said, sick of playing his
game.   “And how are you going to do
that from jail, Noah?   How are you
going to keep me safe while you’re locked up and we’re allowed one visit a week
where we can’t even touch each other?”
    “I’m not going to jail.”
    “You don’t know that.”
    “Charlotte!” he said.   “Enough!”   His cheeks were flushed, his muscular chest heaving as his
breathing deepened.
    “Enough what?” I asked.   I stood up and grabbed my jeans off the
floor.   “Enough truth?   Enough uncomfortable
conversations?   I’m sorry, Noah,
but sometimes life involves uncomfortable conversations, it involves dealing
with things, not just burying your head in the sand and pretending nothing is
happening.”
    He walked over to me, grabbed my
hand.   “You’re not leaving.”
    “Yes, I am.”
    “No, you’re not.”   He wrestled my jeans out of my hand,
threw them on the floor.   His