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Carrying her back to the police barricade, he whispered to her, “Shhh, shhh. It's going to be okay, Elizabeth. Everything is going to be okay. We are going to get you back to your parents now."
Chapter Four
Denise tapped her nails against the dashboard of Victor's car. She was not used to being a passenger and she had been biting her tongue now for the last fifteen minutes about his driving. The man had a lead foot, but she couldn't complain, she needed the ride. “I still can't believe the man chose to hit my car. Seven cars on the road block and he chooses to hit mine."
"Well it was the only one that didn't have a set of flashing red lights on the top. You really should think about getting a set for the next car.” Victor laughed good-naturedly, smiling as he turned momentarily to face her.
"Definitely, need a set for the next one.” Denise giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “I think the insurance company is going to total this car for sure,” she said, remembering how bad the damage was. Victor shook his head at the memory of the twisted metal remains of her car. “One can only hope."
"You are going to make a damn fine agent, Denise."
"Why would you say that?"
"Well, I knew when I interviewed you that you would be good, but it's not everyday that an agent makes that kind of sacrifice."
"I didn't know it was a sacrifice at the time. I parked my car there to help with the road block. A normal man would have stopped his car, not rammed into mine.” Denise just laughed, thinking back on the morning's occurrences. They had spent the afternoon taking reports and interviewing fellow officers that witnessed the takedown. With no evidence of the victim in sight and the suspect using his car like a weapon, the police had been forced to open fire, and the local police shoot to kill. Not to wound or to take prisoners.
They didn't take Brock back to jail, but for what he did to that little girl, for what he planned to do to her that afternoon, he deserved to die. Denise shivered at the thought. He deserved everything he got.
All in all, it had been a very good day. She was still feeling the rush of adrenaline. The high of doing her job effectively and it felt unreal that the child would be returned to her parents.
Denise threw her head back against the seat, closed her eyes, and let out a sound of satisfaction.
"What's that for?"
"I just still feel good.” She turned to face him, locking eyes with him for just a moment. “Thanks for the ride, Victor."
"Anytime, Denise. What else would I do for a lady in distress? I wouldn't mind giving you a ride anytime. All you have to do is just ask."
Denise wasn't so sure he was talking about the same kind of ride she was. “I think you are going to find I don't ask very often. But thank you anyways."
Victor nodded but didn't stop smiling.
"Anyway, after today I just feel like I am on a high that will never let me come down."
"I know what you mean.” His hand drifted to her thigh and patted her leg briefly before he removed his hand. It was so natural, so friendly, not sexual in the least, that Denise thought she had imagined it. She could still feel the lingering warmth. It was the only real evidence of his touch. His expression had not changed. His manner certainly had not.
Was he hitting on her? Was he interested in more? She wasn't sure, with his lackadaisical demeanor.
Not that she would have minded if he had made a sexual advance on her. In fact, she still wanted more than a brief touch. Denise closed her eyes to the image in her mind. He could have touched her so much more intimately and she would have welcomed him.
Victor let his strong hand pat her knee and the warmth of his touch drifted upward, she could feel the heat invade her as his hand strayed to her inner thigh. She opened to him, spreading her legs in a seductive invitation, which he could not ignore.
When he felt her move into his hand, he worked his way back down her leg, pushing her skirt aside; he worked his way back up her leg. The skin to skin contact was exquisite, sending tremors of desire through her, until she felt like melting into a pool of desire.
His fingers worked their magic on her, pushing aside the lacy underwear to run through the furry womanhood. One finger grazed her clit and she let out a low moan. He worked silently, his fingers were working their magic on her, finding her clit, he began to rub in a demanding rhythm, answering her need for more. The rhythm was insistent and her hips moved up of their own accord, in a silent demand for satisfaction.
He never stopped driving, just letting his fingers work their magic by touch.
Denise felt so needy and so close to finishing she let out a moan telling him just how much she desired him. Just how close she was to an orgasm.
"Did you say something?” His rough voice triggered a slightly paranoid response in her. Was she so foolish as to have done that out loud?
"Umm—no. I was just clearing my throat.” Her panties were wet from her little daydream. She was embarrassed to find her hands were in her lap, and she fisted her hands and moved them away from herself to not rub up against herself like that. She didn't need to let him know what kind of fantasy she had just had. What kind of thoughts had just drifted through her head, or how conflicted she was feeling right now.
Victor arched an eyebrow at her dubiously, but continued to drive in the newly awkward silence. He was no fool and the sound that he just heard wasn't a woman clearing her throat. That sound wasn't the kind you usually heard outside of the bedroom.
Chapter Five
Denise fell into a comfortable routine at the office. She even developed a friendship with the only other girl in the office—the office administrator and head filer, Sarah. Most mornings they spent chit-chatting as Sarah spent the morning catching up on her filing. The filing cabinets were conveniently located in Denise's office.
"Are you going to Victor's party this weekend, Denise?” Sarah asked her boss.
"What party?” Denise Walden looked up from her stack of paperwork she had yet to complete.
"You mean you don't know? Oh! I shouldn't have said anything, I am sorry."
"Don't be sorry. How would you know he didn't invite me?"
Sarah flushed. “I just assumed. I mean you're so dominant—I mean, you and he have always seemed to get along so well and most of the other special agents are going, but they have been his friends for years."
"He invited everyone but me?” Denise sounded incredulous.
"Well, the single ones, at least—he probably just thought—you know his parties are special—he may think you don't want to come."
"Why not?"
"Oh, no offense—it's just you're so vanilla—"
"Vanilla? Just what is that supposed to mean?” Denise's voice had a dangerous edge to it.
"Yeah, and he's so—I'm just putting my foot in my mouth now aren't I? Look—I'm really sorry, but there is nothing I can do to change things. I'm going to go now before I make things worse. Bye."
* * * *
Denise was busy in her office when Victor came in to see her. Her heart skipped a beat as she met his eyes. They had become close over the last two months she had worked for this satellite office. She had worked hard and made a lot of progress on several cases. She had made several new contacts and informants. But this wasn't just about her doing her job. She had come to think of him as a friend and not just a boss.
He closed the door behind him, giving them privacy. Which she didn't mind, but she didn't ask for either. It just proved how he was used to taking charge and being in control of his environment.
Not being invited to his party should not have bothered her, but it did. She thought they were friends.
Evidently he didn't feel the same way.
It just felt so high school to be “outed” like this. Denise jutted out her chin, and prepared to dig in her heels. If he could act juvenile, then so could she.
"You wanted to see me, Denise?” His voice sounded so smug, so superior. She wanted to wipe that expression off his face
. He took a casual stance, with one hand in his grey dress pants. His brown eyes sparkled at her merrily. He could have been a model in that business suit. Damn him for being so good looking. It messed with her in ways it shouldn't. He was her boss.
Denise tried to phrase her words in her mind before she spoke. If he knew why she called him here to talk would he be any less happy? “It's not really important, but I heard you are having a party?"
"Yes.” He didn't deny it.
"This weekend?"
"Yes."
Denise frowned at him. She was used to be able to intimidate men easily, and nothing seemed to crack this façade of his. He didn't look the least bit uncomfortable for her having brought up the party. Certainly he realized he didn't invite her? “Yes, well the only reason I am bringing it up is because if it happened to anyone else they may have felt uncomfortable being left out."
