hard it was difficult to keep her silver Mercedes between the lane lines. The perfume was just the tip of the iceberg. In her conservative slacks and sweater set, she was rocking the whole sexy librarian vibe, apparently oblivious to the way her baby soft sweater stretched over her soft, full tits and made it almost impossible for him to keep his hands on the wheel.
Caroline was quiet in the passenger seat, nervous as hell if the pulse beating in her throat was anything to go by. Danny wondered if it was him, or if she was always this anxious when she went to meet her shark of a lawyer. She kept her gaze firmly out the passenger window, staring at the San Francisco Bay, her view impeded by regularly spaced girders of the Bay Bridge. One slender hand rose to her throat to fidget with her single strand of pearls.
Jesus Christ, the pearls. As if the tight why-don’t-you-pet-me-to-see-how-soft-I-am-sweater wasn’t enough, the pearls sent him right over the edge. They made him want to peel off her clothes, piece by piece, pull her hair out of its sleek ponytail, until she wore nothing but gold kissed skin and creamy pearls.
Danny blinked hard and focused on the traffic in front of him. He’d hoped driving would keep him focused. No such luck. “So why don’t you tell me what you found,” he said, hoping if he turned his attention to more important matters, his dick might take the hint and stop trying to pop through his zipper.
“Let’s wait till after we meet with Rachael,” Caroline replied, turning from the window. “No offense, but if you’re going to help me, I don’t want your mother’s…situation to distract you. Get off at the next exit,” she directed.
He let out an exasperated grunt as he steered the car across two lanes to the exit. Truth was, he still wasn’t sure how involved he was going to get in her quest to clear her name. Ethan and Derek were foaming at the mouth to take Caroline’s case after they discovered the deed transfer history of the property where Anne had been found. What better way to get access to James Medford’s information than to help his widow? And they still didn’t know Caroline had other information.
Having found nothing on his own, Danny conceded a more direct approach was needed, so he’d agreed to at least do a preliminary evaluation of Caroline’s case, and hope she gave something up in the process. As a matter of course at Gemini Securities, with every new client there was an assessment period, a pre-investigation investigation, if you will. During that time the security specialist assigned to the case dug into the background to make sure it was an area where Gemini’s expertise could help, and performed due diligence on the client to make sure the person or the entity was someone they wanted to get into bed with, so to speak.
Caroline crossed and recrossed her legs, and the sound of her wool clad thighs brushing made his knuckles whiten against the steering wheel. No question he wanted to get into bed with Caroline.
Which was one of the main reasons for not working with her. Still, he’d agreed to at least an evaluation period and he had to make good on that. He had to admit he was intrigued, not just by her case, but by her. Why was she so secretive? Since he’d searched her house, he’d read every e-mail and not once had she told anyone about finding something linking Anne Taggart to James Medford. A second search of her house had yielded nothing.
Though some of the correspondence had been otherwise enlightening. In an e-mail to her friend Diana Vasaquez, who Danny remembered well from high school, Caroline mentioned she’d seen Danny at the memorial service. According to her, she’d tried to hire him to help her with her case, but he’d “blown her off like a gnat.”
To which Diana had replied, “Sounds like he’s still the same self-centered asshole. Nice to know you can count on some things to never change.”
He couldn’t remember
Caroline was quiet in the passenger seat, nervous as hell if the pulse beating in her throat was anything to go by. Danny wondered if it was him, or if she was always this anxious when she went to meet her shark of a lawyer. She kept her gaze firmly out the passenger window, staring at the San Francisco Bay, her view impeded by regularly spaced girders of the Bay Bridge. One slender hand rose to her throat to fidget with her single strand of pearls.
Jesus Christ, the pearls. As if the tight why-don’t-you-pet-me-to-see-how-soft-I-am-sweater wasn’t enough, the pearls sent him right over the edge. They made him want to peel off her clothes, piece by piece, pull her hair out of its sleek ponytail, until she wore nothing but gold kissed skin and creamy pearls.
Danny blinked hard and focused on the traffic in front of him. He’d hoped driving would keep him focused. No such luck. “So why don’t you tell me what you found,” he said, hoping if he turned his attention to more important matters, his dick might take the hint and stop trying to pop through his zipper.
“Let’s wait till after we meet with Rachael,” Caroline replied, turning from the window. “No offense, but if you’re going to help me, I don’t want your mother’s…situation to distract you. Get off at the next exit,” she directed.
He let out an exasperated grunt as he steered the car across two lanes to the exit. Truth was, he still wasn’t sure how involved he was going to get in her quest to clear her name. Ethan and Derek were foaming at the mouth to take Caroline’s case after they discovered the deed transfer history of the property where Anne had been found. What better way to get access to James Medford’s information than to help his widow? And they still didn’t know Caroline had other information.
Having found nothing on his own, Danny conceded a more direct approach was needed, so he’d agreed to at least do a preliminary evaluation of Caroline’s case, and hope she gave something up in the process. As a matter of course at Gemini Securities, with every new client there was an assessment period, a pre-investigation investigation, if you will. During that time the security specialist assigned to the case dug into the background to make sure it was an area where Gemini’s expertise could help, and performed due diligence on the client to make sure the person or the entity was someone they wanted to get into bed with, so to speak.
Caroline crossed and recrossed her legs, and the sound of her wool clad thighs brushing made his knuckles whiten against the steering wheel. No question he wanted to get into bed with Caroline.
Which was one of the main reasons for not working with her. Still, he’d agreed to at least an evaluation period and he had to make good on that. He had to admit he was intrigued, not just by her case, but by her. Why was she so secretive? Since he’d searched her house, he’d read every e-mail and not once had she told anyone about finding something linking Anne Taggart to James Medford. A second search of her house had yielded nothing.
Though some of the correspondence had been otherwise enlightening. In an e-mail to her friend Diana Vasaquez, who Danny remembered well from high school, Caroline mentioned she’d seen Danny at the memorial service. According to her, she’d tried to hire him to help her with her case, but he’d “blown her off like a gnat.”
To which Diana had replied, “Sounds like he’s still the same self-centered asshole. Nice to know you can count on some things to never change.”
He couldn’t remember
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