Chapter 25: Onyx
I read the information that Cooper had sent through one more time. Ryan Carmichael Sr.’s hit-and-run was still in the wind. Maybe he was never hit? But then Coop sent through the scene photos, and yeah, he hadn’t done that to his car himself.
Cooper had checked the dates, and we couldn’t find where Angel was on the night of the accident.
Was it her? Even if it was, the Carmichaels, Sr. or Jr., were not her stalker. But still, their car accident bothered me.
I could ask her. Ishouldask her.
Looking up the stairs, I checked my watch. She’d be sleeping. I could wait until tomorrow.
I really sucked at waiting.
Thinking back on today, I smiled. Playing with her in her office had been fun. Again, I hadn’t expected her to be so willing to take it further, and then I hadn’t been able to stop from taking it all the way. Her sass when she told me to use a condom made me grin as I sat here and remembered her embarrassment as she walked about pantyless all day. The knowledge that she was in her office, with nothing on, was enough to keep me glued to my seat all day. I was in danger of going back in there and hitting her up for round two.
This evening had been enjoyable. She was good company, and she clearly loved her job.
I scratched my cheek as I looked upstairs again.
Fuck it.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I reached her door. It was closed but not locked, and gently, I pushed it open.
Angel lay on her side, her body still in the dark of the room.
“Balan?”
The bedcovers moved as she sat up slightly. “Onyx? What’s wrong?” She flicked the sidelight on as she peered at me.
“Why did you take the Carmichael boy?”
Angel blinked several times before she shook her head as if to clear it. “What? I was almost sleeping.”
Crossing the room, I stood over her. “He’s eighteen, he isn’t that special, so what was it?”
“He’s good, he could be great, I saw potential.” Her hands swept her hair back as she looked up at me. “Is this what you wanted to ask me?”
“It makes no sense to me.”
Pulling her hair over her shoulder, she squinted up at me. “Is this why you’re in my room? Really?”
“Yes.” I thought about it. “I’m not here to fuck you again.”
“Well, thank God for that,” she snarked back at me as she lay back down. “Go away, I’m sleeping.”
“Tell me about the Carmichael boy,” I asked her again, and she let out a loud sigh as she pushed herself up to sit again.
“My friend’s little sister goes to his college. She’s a cheerleader, so he went to a few of her games, and he saw his potential. He called me, told me to look into him. I did. I saw the same potential as he did. I reached out.” She frowned. “Yup, that’s it.”
“Who’s the friend?”
“What?”
“Your friend, who is he?”
“Will Hershman, lawyer, met him in grad school.” She was pissed off now. “Is that all?”
“Ryan Carmichael, the dad, was in a hit-and-run car accident, injured him enough to lose his job. Wife left them both. We don’t know who hit the car. Do you?”
