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“The witness did not request to go home.”
Maggie sensed he wasn’t telling her everything. About the witness… and what he knew about the dead og’dals.
“Why didn’t you report the incident with the og’dal to me? There are agents upstairs unnecessarily working the case.”
“Because you, Marshal Walsh, are already a suspect in the death of one og’dal and I don’t care to report to anyone else in Earth Intelligence.”
Her entire body froze. “I’m a suspect? What are you talking about?” She hoped she mixed the right amount of outrage with shock to make herself appear innocent. Which she was, wasn’t she?
“Until proven otherwise, everyone is a suspect,” he added, though she couldn’t tell if he was joking or backtracking because he truly suspected her.
“I didn’t kill anyone. And if I were a suspect, then why not report me to Assistant Director Sutherland?”
“I agree. You’re not a killer. You don’t have it in you.”
WTF? Why did everyone think she was weak? Not that she wanted to argue the point. She’d hardly claim to killing the og’dal just to prove Zirkov wrong.
“Besides, Marshal Walsh, for as much as you frustrate me with your rules and regulations, you are the only one I tolerate in the DAA.”
Hetoleratedher. That was almost a compliment coming from her stoic alien. But he suspected her. This wasn’t good. Not at all.
The corner of his mouth ticked upward. Was that a smile?
“You like me,” she said, gladly letting the matter of the og’dal drop.
“I never said that.”
“You’re not denying it either.”
“Perhaps you are the one who likes me, Magdalena.” He rounded the desk and backed her against a wall.
Damn, her fingers itched to discover if his horns were as smooth and hard as they looked. Without warning, he pressed his hips against hers and his nose along her neck and upward, as if smelling her. Fuck, more than his horns were hard.
How long since she had sex? More than two years, that’s for sure. Two years she’d watched him command GI7. Always so decisive, taking charge of many dangerous ops and never losing a witness. Now he was trying to take charge of her.
She should tell him everything. Then what? Lose what little respect he had for her? Hell, no. For two years, she’d tried to get him to notice her. She refused to ruin it by giving him reason to doubt her.
His lips pressed against hers. With a slight nudge from his tongue, she opened.
If I’m sleeping, please don’t wake me. I want this dream to last as long as possible.
A deft tongue glided along her lower lip before sweeping the inside of her mouth. With the same decisiveness as the male himself, that tongue danced with hers, lifting her up on her toes. Her body moved on its own, anything to get closer, to become a part of him.
The datapad dropped to the floor as she thrust her hands through his hair, reaching for his horns. For so long, she’d wanted to touch him there, to understand him better, and destroy whatever barriers existed between them.
Before she could stroke his horns, he broke the kiss. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I disagree,” she said, not even trying to contain her grin.
“This is not why you’re here.”
“It could be.” She waggled her eyebrows playfully until his frown deepened. “Okay, I get it. Someone might see us. Especially here at work.”
“Something like that.”
She’d gladly make an exception for him. “We have to stay professional while on the job. But off the job… well, that’s an entirely different set of rules.”
He caressed the side of her face. “You’re tempting me.”
