I did.
“Walk over there slow. Then come back.”
I obeyed, moving across the room before turning back toward him.
His sharp eyes studied me, not in lust exactly…satisfaction. Like he was seeing somebody else when he looked at me.
“Yeah…” he nodded slowly. “This’ll work.”
A strange feeling crawled up my spine.
“Put some music on,” he said. “I want you to model every pair I bought.”
“That’s all you want?” I frowned slightly walking toward him. “No head? Nothing?”
“Not tonight.” He shook his head once. “I’m giving your jaws a break.”
I studied him another second before nodding slowly. “Okay. Whatever the Boss wants.”
His tongue dragged slowly across his bottom lip. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Chapter 42
Ipulled my ringing phone from my back pocket, heart leaping when I saw the number. "Ronnie!" I called out. "Hurry, it's Officer Mullins."
Ronnie dashed out the room just as I answered, placing the call on speaker. "Hi, Officer Mullins."
"Gianna, hi. How are you?" she asked conversationally.
"I've been better," I sighed.
"Well hopefully I can help. I was able to get some information on Bishop Taylor and got a hit on the partial. Would you and Veronica be able to stop by the station?"
I glanced over and Ronnie, who was already nodding. "Yeah. We can stop by. We'll head out now and be there shortly."
"Sounds good, see you soon." I hung up and slid the phone back in my pocket with deep breath.
I didn't even have to say anything; Ronnie could see the tension on my face. She pulled me into her arms and gave me a hug. "We're going to get through this together," sis."
Fighting back tears I just nodded into her shoulder. We headed out ten minutes later and made it to the station quickly. Mullins was waiting for us. She led us to her desk and me and Ronnie sat down. I crossed my legs instantly, hands tucked between my thighs, trying to breathe through the anxiety I was doing my best to mask.
Sensing my anxiousness, Mullins didn't waste any time. She slid a manilla folder over, opened it and withdrew a sheet of paper placing it down in front of us. I stared down at it for a moment struck by how different he looked. Skinner. Clean shaven. Baby faced.
"Bishop Taylor," Mullins began. "Sentenced to ten years for breaking and entering when he was eighteen. Released almost five years ago."
"What the fuck?" Ronnie glared down at the mugshot and charges. "It was him then," she said adamantly. "Ithadto be him."
I couldn't breathe. Just stared at the picture taking short shallow breaths as my pulse raced in my ears.
"Gianna—" Mullins said gently.
I looked up from the paper, mouth parted.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
I let out a shaky breath and nodded silently.
She withdrew another sheet of paper handing it to me. "These are the names we pulled from the partial plate. No Bishop Taylor but take a look and see if you recognize any other names on there."
