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"Gee, thanks," she said back.
"Anyway," he said, leaning close and pulling out a folder. Inside were copies of some of her emails with Xander's small, quick print all over. "I looked into the address on these. There's nothing real there. They called themselves Jane Doe and gave an address to a abandoned print shop. I pulled some prints off the actual letters. I have a buddy at the station running them for me as a favor. Hopefully that turns up something but I wouldn't count on it."
"Okay," Hannah said, dropping her voice to a whisper at the sound of Elliott coming into his office. She stood up straighter, her heart beating fast.
Xander's voice dropped to match hers. Leaning closer he said, "I would suggest talking to EM and getting a list of exes. People he thinks might be holding a grudge."
"No," Hannah said, looking up at him, her eyes pleading. "He doesn't know. That's not an option."
Xander's brows rose, surprised. But he nodded. And then his eyes shot up toward the doorway and he cleared his throat loudly enough for only Hannah to hear.
Hannah's head jumped and found Elliott standing in the doorway, his face angry and then guarded again. Xander sensed the tension, moving away from Hannah and reaching for the door. "I'll figure it out," he said, half way out the door.
"Elliott..." Hannah said, her voice a whisper.
Elliott felt his anger racing through his veins. He didn't know what the hell was going on. First she was weird when she came to his house and then she snapped that line about Dan. And now there was some strange man in her office whispering to her. He felt possessiveness and jealousy mix with his hurt feelings from the night before.
He held up a hand at her, shaking his head.
And then he left.
Hannah felt her heart sinking in her chest. Realizing finally how much she was starting to care for Elliott. She sank into her office chair, her head in her hands, feeling tears well up again.
Tad found her there at the end of the day, looking distraught and lost.
"I need to fix it," she said to him, begging for help.
Tad forced a smile. "Well, you lucked out. You happen to be good friends with someone who knows about men. Intimately."
Hannah screwed up her face and almost laughed. "Oh, mighty guru. Tell me what to do."
Hannah found herself at Elliott's door a few hours later. Shivering. Tad had talked her into surprising Elliott with sex. It sounded counter-productive to her but Tad had assured her that the time to apologize would be after sex. He was more likely to have his guards down then. And judging by how standoffish Elliott had been all day- she was willing to accept that was true. There was no other way she could break through that wall.
She rang the doorbell, feeling like every neighbor knew what she was doing.
A moment later, the door swung open and Elliott's face looked surprised.
Hannah felt her nerves reach a peak and took a deep breath, untying the sash to her tan trench coat and letting the front fall completely open.
Underneath, she wore nothing but the necklace Elliott had given her.
Elliott's breath hissed out as his eyes raked her up and down. Her hand landed on his chest, pushing him into the house and closing the door. She slipped the coat from her shoulders and reached for the front of Elliott's shirt, taking the buttons quickly as she looked up at him.
His arms slipped out of his shirt and his hands went to her breasts, warm on her cool flesh. He pulled at her nipples roughly, pinching their peaks. Hannah winced at the feeling, reaching between them to undo his pants and tug them from his hips. They fell to the ground, his cock springing out, hard and thick and straining toward her.
His fingers pinched harder and she let out a whimper. She brushed his hands away, going to her knees in front of him. She reached out tentatively, stroking his length before taking the hard tip into her mouth. Elliott's hand came down on top of her head as she took more of him into her. His hand pushed her face forward, making her take him to the back of her throat.
Hannah coughed, sucking hard as her mouth slid away. She stood up to face him. His eyes were hooded with desire. But, she noted, his face seemed impassive, detached. He reached between her legs, stroking her heat for a short minute before grabbing her and pushing her against the wall.
Hannah felt her own desire stroke higher. She felt a distance between them but her body betrayed her and she was wet with need of him. She looked up into his eyes, but Elliott quickly looked away. He grabbed her hips and turned her around to face the wall. He spread her thighs apart with his knee and she felt his hardness against her ass. His hand reached between them and in one hard, almost painful thrust, he penetrated her fully.
A moan came out of her harshly, her fist slamming against the wall. Elliott's hands went to her hips, grabbing roughly. He was still for a second, his fingers digging into her flesh. She felt his cock twitch inside her once before he withdrew and slammed into her again. And again. He pushed a hard and fast pace, his cock pounding into her again and again making her legs tremble.
An orgasm ripped through her quickly, having her sagging against the wall as he pushed inside her three more times and came, his fingers grabbing her hair and pulling her backward, her back arching as her scalp stung.
He withdrew from her almost immediately and she had to flatten her hands on the wall to keep upright. She turned a second later, but found that Elliott was gone. His clothes were still strewn over the floor but he was nowhere in sight.
Hannah felt something sharp in her chest, a pinprick growing and spreading outward. Hurt. The aching, crushing feeling had her wrapping her arms around herself for a moment, stunned by its intensity.
