Armand was trying to get her attention, so, no, she didn’t believe he would have continued, but she didn’t want to give Milano a reason to feel guilty for anything Armand had done. It was unlike her to care so much about a man’s feelings, which made her uneasy. She headed back toward the car. “Where to next?”
* * * *
An hour before sunrise, Vince followed Lauren’s directions to her car in the parking lot. He’d purposely followed leads he knew wouldn’t go anywhere in an attempt to keep the woman out of the investigation. “If I get a new lead, I’ll be sure and let the BVA know. In the meantime, there’s no sense wasting your time.”
Face red and jaw set, Lauren jabbed her finger at Vince’s chest. “Last night was bullshit, and we both know it. I don’t know what kind of stick you’ve got shoved up your ass, but I can make things very difficult for you if you’re not careful.”
“I will not put a civilian in danger, no matter how much power she believes she wields.” Vince admired the human. Few people stood up to him, and never had a woman tried to challenge him. His attraction to the red-haired beauty grew, threatening his self-control. The smell of her arousal in the closed confines of the car had plagued him all night. There was a spicy scent to her cream that he’d never encountered before, and his desire to taste her juices had occupied most of his thoughts.
Lauren’s emerald green eyes narrowed. “Your job is to worry about the innocent girls being murdered. I’ll be back at sunset to help you catch the bastard.”
Before Vince could protest further, Lauren was out of the car and stalking toward her own. His gaze settled on her ass and stayed there until she climbed behind the wheel and tore out of the lot.
Putting his car in gear, he pulled out with thoughts of getting the she-devil into bed. He wondered if she was as aggressive in the sack as she had been with him a few moments earlier. The thought made his cock swell.
On his way home, Vince swung by Morgan’s, a sleazy little hole in the wall where he’d always gotten laid or blown for the price of a drink or two.
Walking into the place, Vince tossed his keys onto the scarred wooden surface of the bar. He didn’t bother sitting down, with any luck, he wouldn’t be there long enough. “Beer,” he told Mac, the bartender.
“Haven’t seen you in a while.” Mac reached into the cooler and pulled out a Michelob.
“Been working.” Vince leaned an arm on the bar and glanced around. His gaze zeroed in on a prostitute several stools down with long, badly dyed auburn hair. It wasn’t the same shade as Lauren’s, but, hell, for a quick fuck or something faster like a blowjob, she would do.
“Forget that one, buddy,” Mac warned. “She’s an undercover cop.”
When the woman tossed back her hair and laughed, the light hit her face, giving Vince a better look. The woman’s nose was crooked, and she had the slightest space between her two front teeth.
Who the fuck was he kidding? The bitch looked nothing like Lauren. “Not my type anyway.” Vince tipped up his bottle and gulped it down in one go. He slapped a ten dollar bill on the counter and nodded at the bartender. “See ya around, Mac.”
Vince left Morgan’s more frustrated than he’d been when he’d gone in. Not only did his dick not get sucked, but he’d come to the realization that Lauren was the only woman he wanted.
“Shit.”
* * * *
Lauren’s phone started to ring as she entered her hotel room. She dropped her bag on the floor and dug the cell out of her pocket. “Hang on a minute.”
She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the hard, hotel mattress. “What’s up?”
York, her oldest and dearest friend, was laughing. “Are you indisposed?”
Lauren rolled her eyes. To York, downtime was for having sex, so of course he assumed she was in the middle of getting laid. She thought about her attraction to Vince and sighed. “I wish.
* * * *
An hour before sunrise, Vince followed Lauren’s directions to her car in the parking lot. He’d purposely followed leads he knew wouldn’t go anywhere in an attempt to keep the woman out of the investigation. “If I get a new lead, I’ll be sure and let the BVA know. In the meantime, there’s no sense wasting your time.”
Face red and jaw set, Lauren jabbed her finger at Vince’s chest. “Last night was bullshit, and we both know it. I don’t know what kind of stick you’ve got shoved up your ass, but I can make things very difficult for you if you’re not careful.”
“I will not put a civilian in danger, no matter how much power she believes she wields.” Vince admired the human. Few people stood up to him, and never had a woman tried to challenge him. His attraction to the red-haired beauty grew, threatening his self-control. The smell of her arousal in the closed confines of the car had plagued him all night. There was a spicy scent to her cream that he’d never encountered before, and his desire to taste her juices had occupied most of his thoughts.
Lauren’s emerald green eyes narrowed. “Your job is to worry about the innocent girls being murdered. I’ll be back at sunset to help you catch the bastard.”
Before Vince could protest further, Lauren was out of the car and stalking toward her own. His gaze settled on her ass and stayed there until she climbed behind the wheel and tore out of the lot.
Putting his car in gear, he pulled out with thoughts of getting the she-devil into bed. He wondered if she was as aggressive in the sack as she had been with him a few moments earlier. The thought made his cock swell.
On his way home, Vince swung by Morgan’s, a sleazy little hole in the wall where he’d always gotten laid or blown for the price of a drink or two.
Walking into the place, Vince tossed his keys onto the scarred wooden surface of the bar. He didn’t bother sitting down, with any luck, he wouldn’t be there long enough. “Beer,” he told Mac, the bartender.
“Haven’t seen you in a while.” Mac reached into the cooler and pulled out a Michelob.
“Been working.” Vince leaned an arm on the bar and glanced around. His gaze zeroed in on a prostitute several stools down with long, badly dyed auburn hair. It wasn’t the same shade as Lauren’s, but, hell, for a quick fuck or something faster like a blowjob, she would do.
“Forget that one, buddy,” Mac warned. “She’s an undercover cop.”
When the woman tossed back her hair and laughed, the light hit her face, giving Vince a better look. The woman’s nose was crooked, and she had the slightest space between her two front teeth.
Who the fuck was he kidding? The bitch looked nothing like Lauren. “Not my type anyway.” Vince tipped up his bottle and gulped it down in one go. He slapped a ten dollar bill on the counter and nodded at the bartender. “See ya around, Mac.”
Vince left Morgan’s more frustrated than he’d been when he’d gone in. Not only did his dick not get sucked, but he’d come to the realization that Lauren was the only woman he wanted.
“Shit.”
* * * *
Lauren’s phone started to ring as she entered her hotel room. She dropped her bag on the floor and dug the cell out of her pocket. “Hang on a minute.”
She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the hard, hotel mattress. “What’s up?”
York, her oldest and dearest friend, was laughing. “Are you indisposed?”
Lauren rolled her eyes. To York, downtime was for having sex, so of course he assumed she was in the middle of getting laid. She thought about her attraction to Vince and sighed. “I wish.
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