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Derek kept his hand where it was for the rest of the drive, but didn’t do anything more than hold her.
When they arrived, he pulled her out of his side of the SUV, sliding her down his body. Trapping her against the side of the truck, he ground his pelvis into hers. “See what you do to me, baby? You’ll be taking care of this as soon as we get out of here. I have plans for you and they are going to last all weekend.” He growled in her ear, before placing a hard kiss on her lips and lowering her to the ground.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the building, her senses still swimming.
He strode straight through the lobby, not looking left or right, set on his goal to get this over so he could continue with his plans for Dottie. He knew this was going to take longer than he wanted it to. Hell, if he had his way they would have waited until Monday, but he knew it was best to get the debriefing over while things were fresh. If they waited, Dottie could forget a detail or decide it wasn’t important enough to tell. This early, they could still do a forensic interview and have good results. The next few hours would not be comfortable for Dottie and he wouldn’t be able to be with her, but she was strong and could do this.
Leading her to the conference room, he got her a cup of coffee and sat her down to explain how the next few hours would go and why he couldn’t be with her.
As he finished up, the team started arriving. He quickly made introductions.
“Dottie, this hulk here is Tyler Thomas. He’s a Secret Service agent and we’ve been on the same team for years.” Tyler was shorter than Derek at six foot four, but just as bulky, with long blond hair which he wore in a braid down his back.
Tyler grabbed her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. “If this big lug doesn’t treat you right, you come see me, baby, I’ll take care of you,” he said, mirth glimmering in his eyes.
Derek gave him a dirty look and introduced the remainder of the people at the table. Several were FBI agents and the other three were Secret Service.
After the introductions were made, Derek gave a quick briefing and one of the FBI agents and one Secret Service agent led her off to a private room for her interview.
They had her sit in the room and dimmed the lights. “Close your eyes,” the female FBI agent, Tracy Smith, told her. With her eyes closed Dottie couldn’t see the looks Tracy and the Secret Service agent, Dillon Polk, exchanged.
Tracy conducted the interview professionally and thoroughly. When she was sure Dottie had told her every detail and she seemed satisfied, Tracy gave her a big hug and they walked her back to the original room where Derek was waiting for her.
Standing as she entered the room, he quickly walked to her and pulled her into his arms. “I know that was tough, baby, are you good?”
Smiling, she nodded and leaned into him, wanting his strength. Even though it had only been a short time, she had come to depend on him.
Tracy looked at Derek and said, “Sir, Dillon and I are going to compare notes and will file our report by this evening.”
Dismissing them with a nod, Derek’s attention was all for Dottie. “Can you walk to the SUV, baby, or do you need me to carry you?”
Smiling up at him, she answered, “I can walk, but can we go now? I really want a hot bath and a warm bed.”
“Baby, I have both at my house and that’s where you’re going. Do you need to stop by your place and get anything, any medicine or stuff?”
“No, but some clean clothes would be nice,” she answered.
“Baby, you won’t need any clothes.” He answered with a twinkle in his eye.
A shiver ran down her back and she gripped his hand tighter.
Sitting her in the middle of the truck, he kept her close on the drive to his house. Before they got there, he drove through for food which they ate on the way, knowing that the donuts they had had were not enough. When they arrived, she was amazed. She had figured he lived in a condo or bachelor pad somewhere in downtown D. C., but no, he took her to a place on the edge of town. The neighborhood had sprawling ranches with room for horses. Each property had to be at least five acres and there were horses on almost all of them including the one he pulled up to.
Chapter Three
“Surprised, baby? Yes, it’s mine and the horses, too,” he proudly stated, helping her out of the truck. Instead of taking her to the door, he took her around back to the fence. Whistling, he called the horses over. Patting one of them on the head, he told her, “This little filly is Patrice, and her partner here is Big Al. I’ve had them both for about ten years and we are all very happy. Aren’t we, big boy?”
“Do you ride them?” Dottie asked, reaching up to pat Patrice.
“Yes, do you ride, baby?” he asked, slipping one arm around her waist and lifting her to reach the male horse.
“I haven’t for years. I used to all the time before I moved away from home.” She answered wistfully.
“Then that’s something we will do together. One of my neighbors usually exercises Patrice for me, but now you can. Right now I have other plans for you.?
?? He was standing behind her and she could feel his erection against the middle of her back.
“Oh,” she answered as he kissed the back of her neck and lifted her, holding her against him, her back to his front, and carried her to the house.
