“As you were supposed to tell me if you found out anything as well…”
“I told you, I didn’t.” Hmm, I’m not entirely sure she’s telling the truth.
“The Neros. So now you can stop working with them.” I don’t usually divulge in details. Especially to someone who isn’t involved in my crew. However, I’m curious how someone like Leonore moves forward.
She clicks her tongue and straddles me, her ass pressing against my twitching cock. Then she curves a vicious smile. “Then I suppose our work together ends too.”
I lean up, forcing her more appropriately against my growing cock. “Not at all, Doc. You’ll remain as my mortician and the person I fuck.”
A haughty laugh escapes her as she grinds herself against my cock, which swells just from the simple touch of her. “Who says I want to see you again after tonight? Besides, you need to remember…” She leans down, brushing her hot breath beside my ear and nibbling at it. “You don’t tell me what to do or who I can work with.”
I slide my hands to her hips, gripping her tightly. “Say that more confidently when you’re impaled on my cock, sweetheart.”
Her vicious smile stretches as she slides her hand between us and grabs my cock.
“Remember, it’s a privilege that I let you touch me at all. Next time you see me, I might not be so nice.”
Fuck me, this woman is everything.
And the opposite of nice. She’s crazy, commanding, and secretive.
Far from a beautiful creature that obeys.
27
LEONORE
I’ve been on a high. There is no denying that. I’m on such a high that even Tori notices.
“I’ve just…” she says. “Never seen you smile so much.”
It’s because I keep thinking about the sex.
Maybe I am becoming addicted to the sex. It could be labeled as a bad thing, but the alternative is that I like him more than I should. But I immediately push that thought away because I don’t let myselflikeanyone.
“I smile,” I tell her, matter-of-factly. At least I think I do.
“Hmm, if you say so,” she says in a singsong way. Shit, maybe I don’t smile. Oh well. It’s been a week since I’ve seen him, and I’ve been riding the high. Not only do I get to work on some amazing cases, but I also sleep like a baby.
Sleep for me is sometimes hit or miss. Some days, I can sleep like a baby, and others, I toss and turn. The worst is when I get restless legs. That is so annoying.
Last night, I did struggle to sleep because my mind kept going over the conversation Silas and I had. They found his uncle’s body, and I’m happy for him. Everyone should be able to bury the dead and mourn their loss. But the fact that he thinksthe Neros were behind it… Just as I start considering, I look at Tori who neatens up some folders in my office.
Last night, all I could think about was the conversation I need to have with her as well as the impending one I’m having later with Nessa, who I haven’t spoken to since I found out she was fucking my ex. She reached out via text to meet up, and I agreed.
It’s the first shift Tori has worked this week, and that insistent knowing niggles in my lower stomach. I’m not someone who avoids confrontation, but I suppose it’s the mixture of being disappointed. The hurt from Nessa rolls into the mix of the betrayal I feel from both her and Tori. But unlike Nessa, when I look at Tori, she reminds me of someone I once loved dearly; my sister. Especially in the way she holds a certain innocence about her.
I also don’t want to have to find another assistant because it was hard enough to get a good one like her. Then again, helping someone break in and steal a body from a morgue isn’t great.
“Tori,” I say, clearing my throat.
“What’s wrong?” she asks with a smile, looking over her shoulder. When she sees my expression, her eyebrows dip. “Is everything okay?”
“Take a seat,” I tell her, pointing at the chair in front of me. She turns a little paler but neatly puts the folders away and sits across from me.
“You’re making me nervous,” she says, trying to laugh it off.
“The week that you were gone, you didn’t really visit family, did you?”
