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I knew that was a damn lie!

“Your dirty talk needs work, too,” she said into the frozen silence.

The Chief cleared his throat, as Clementine continued to file her nails with complete unconcern.

Vivi coughed angrily, and I could tell she was glaring at me, because my eyes were glued on Clementine’s elegant, tanned legs, the way her skirt was pulled up a bit, the way I was practically salivating to see more than an inch of her thighs.

Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be between them right now, crawling underneath the desk to spread her wide so I could lick and tease her, make her scream and admit she had lied about what had happened between us.

“We would like to ask for your cooperation,” the Chief said again, trying to get the meeting back on track. “There are still. . . a few loose threads in the investigation we’d like to tidy up.”

Clementine cocked her head.

“No,” she said. “I don’t think I will cooperate. But there’s a reporter from the Daily Post-Gazette who is planning to write a story on the investigation. It seems there are some. . .questions about what happened. I think I’ll help her instead.”

There was absolute dead silence in the room.

“After all,” Clementine said, smiling at each of us in turn. “She’s not the one who fucked me over.”

With another brilliant smile, she unfolded her legs and turned to walk out.

“Real shame about that $50 million dollars,” Clementine added coolly. “You jackasses spent years planning this investigation and didn’t get the kingpin. I wonder why?”

Then she walked out without a backward glance.

Clementine wasn’t getting away from me, and I had already moved to follow her, when the Chief grabbed my sleeve. “Agent Bentley, you must get her to change her mind. By any means necessary. She cannot do that interview. My boss would not like that kind of attention on this investigation.”

I frowned as I looked back at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I want you to make sure Clementine does not participate in this witch-hunt.”

“Surely you aren’t asking me to interfere in an outside investigation,” I said.

There was silence for a beat.

“Of course not,” the Chief said. “I am merely suggesting you encourage her to see the benefits of refusing to be interviewed. After all, if news gets out about some of our more unorthodox methods, the whole department could be subpoenaed.”

I made a noncommittal noise and left.

CHAPTER 12

Grayson

As I left the office, I hurried down the stairs and out the door, wanting to make sure Clementine was ok.

And there she was, hopping in the SUV without a backward look, ready to leave me in the dust.

I was forced to practically sprint for the car and when I pulled on the passenger door it was locked.

Not so fast, angel

Fervently hoping she wouldn’t slam on the brakes, I hopped on the hood of her car, spread-eagled on my belly with my feet hanging over the side, my fingers hanging desperately to the edge of the metal.

Clementine’s face looked as shocked as my own must be.

I simply did not do foolish, reckless things like this

She came to a stop, thankfully without slamming on the brakes, then rolled down her window.

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