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“Hazel?” I ask, barely able to choke out her name.
“Are you my lawyer?” Her voice is so shaky. It trembles like a leaf in a hurricane. She’s in way over her head. But it’s okay. She’s okay now. I’m in her corner and I’m going to fight like a rabid wolf to keep her from harm.
“I am. We spoke on the phone.”
“Mr. Garret?”
Hearing my name on those sweet plump lips sends a jolt straight to my cock. It begins to harden as we watch each other. I shift my bag in front of it so I don’t scare her off just yet.
“Call me Liam,” I tell her as I sit at the table, facing her. She smells so good. Like freshly baked muffins. “Tell me what happened. And don’t leave out any details.”
She looks at her hands. I look at her.
“It was all a big misunderstanding.” Her baby blue eyes begin to water. They look even more beautiful when they’re shining like this. I can’t take my eyes off them. “Liam, I’m in big trouble.”
She begins to tell me everything that happened.
I’m listening as I watch her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her body, everything…
Her words keep echoing through my head… I’m in big trouble.
Yeah. You and me both.
Chapter Four
Hazel
Liam never takes his eyes off me as I run through the whole story, pleading with my eyes for him to believe me. I want him to know that I’m innocent. That I haven’t done a thing.
Not just because he’s my lawyer and will be representing me in a trial, but because I want him to know.
I don’t know what it is about this man, but the air has been charged with something fierce since he’s walked in. I feel it surrounding me, engulfing me, turning me on like nothing ever has before.
Maybe it’s because I feel so scared and vulnerable in here and this tall sexy stranger with the dark hair and powerful authoritative manner is making me feel safer. Making me feel like everything might be okay.
“The bag wasn’t yours?” he asks in that deep sexy voice. God, every word that passes through those sexy lips gets me so wet. I can feel the heat pooling between my legs.
This is not the time or the place for dirty thoughts like this, but I can’t help it. I have an almost irresistible urge to submit myself to him. A carnal desire for him to take me.
Maybe it’s the handcuffs, the locked door, and the knowledge that he can do anything to me right now and nobody would be able to stop him.
“It wasn’t mine,” I tell him. “The guy left it in the cafe. I don’t even know who he was.”
He rubs his chin with the five o’clock shadow on it as he studies me. I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder what he thinks of me.
This man is so gorgeous. He’s tall with big broad shoulders and a wide muscular chest. His white collared shirt is tight around his hard biceps and I can tell he’s got a flat stomach that’s probably rippling with sexy abdominal muscles.
He leans back and loosens his tie around his thick neck. I wish I wasn’t wearing this ridiculous orange jumpsuit. I wish we weren’t meeting like this.
“Mr. Garret—”
“Liam.”
“Liam. I should tell you… I don’t have a lot of money. For bail or to pay you.”
He winces like I just slapped him.
“I’m taking care of it all. I told you, Hazel. I’m taking care of you. I’m your man now.”
Relief comes in the form of tears. They flood my eyes and spill down my cheeks.
“Thank you,” I blurt out. “I will pay you. I just need some time.”
He reaches over the table and gently scoops up a tear with his finger. I swallow hard as he puts it to his lips and tastes it.
The intensity of this man is unnerving. It’s sexy. It’s getting me all worked up.
“No more talk of money,” he says. “Let’s focus on getting you out of here. Did anyone else see this man at the cafe?”
“Yes! My co-worker Madison was there. We talked about him.”
“What did you say?” A dark cloud of something flashes over his eyes. Jealousy maybe? I can’t tell.
“Madison thought he was cute.”
His neck tightens. “And you?”
I shake my head, already knowing that admitting something like that to this alpha of a man will not go well. With the possessive way he’s looking at me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he hunted that man down and did things to him that would land him in the cell next to mine. “Not my type.”
“What is your type?” He waits for my answer with interest.
The sexual tension in here builds and builds until it becomes hard to breathe. My body responds in a sensual way. My nipples harden to the point of tingling. My pussy begins to throb.
