Page 17 of A Billionaire Dom

Linsey

Kasey wouldn’t stop grinningat me, and I was going to throw something at her the next time she popped her head out of her little room.

I’d feigned sleep when she’d gotten home last night, not ready to talk to her about what’d happened between Davin and me. The sex had been amazing. The best I’d ever had, and while I hadn’t made it to double-digits with my number of partners, I wasn’t exactly inexperienced. It hadn’t been the sex that’d thrown me, though.

It’d been the panic that hadn’t come when we’d both finished and took a couple minutes to rest before I kicked him out. Or, rather, asked him to leave. Maybe asked wasn’t the right word…

“Linsey, you’ve got some drool on your chin.” Kasey bumped her shoulder against mine. “Thinking about that big dick you got last night?”

I glared at her. “Sometimes, I really hate you.”

She laughed, drawing attention from a pair of multi-pierced twenty-somethings who were arguing over whether or not they should get matching nipple rings.

“You’re the one who gave me the details,” she said.

“Because you asked,” I countered.

“True.” She grinned. “And if I’d gotten fucked half as good as you apparently did, I’d be drooling too.”

“Excuse me, is one of you Linsey?”

I pegged them as cops the moment I looked up. Detectives or undercover, but after how Davin and I met last night, I was leaning toward the former. So much for me keeping the police out of things.

“Hi, I’m Kasey Lee, the owner.” She shifted so that she was half in front of me. “Why are you looking for my employee?” She asked it with a smile, but there wasn’t anything friendly about it.

“As her employer, you don’t have any right to know.” The male detective had a smug expression that made me want to slap him. “But you can be charged with obstruction of justice if you don’t answer our question.”

“Actually, she did answer your question.” I stepped around Kasey. “You asked if one of us was Linsey, and she told you who she was. Then she asked you a question. Pretty sure that isn’t obstruction of justice.”

“Oh, really? What law school did you graduate from?” he asked, turning his attention to me. The derision in his eyes as he ran his gaze over me from head to toe just pissed me off even more.

“It doesn’t take a law degree to know that, while obstruction is generally defined as someone interfering with the workings of the courts, the threat of charging someone with it is only as good as the follow-through.” I hooked my thumbs in the belt loops of my jeans. “And no prosecutor would waste their time for someone who asked a question. So, get off your fucking high horse and tell me what you want to talk to me about.”

Color flooded his face, and he started to sputter. Before he could spit out whatever insult or threat he was choking on, the female detective spoke.

“I take it you’re Linsey?”

“Linsey Keller.” I crossed my arms and hoped I didn’t look too defensive.

“I’m Detective Mitchells, and he’s Detective Hacker.” The dismissive tone in her voice when she said her partner’s name made me think that she wasn’t too fond of him. “We have two men in the hospital who claim that Davin Holden assaulted them. Mr. Holden said that he was with you.”

I doubted Davin would’ve just said he was with me and left it at that, but I understood that they’d want to hear my version of what happened without Davin’s version of events influencing my account.

“He was,” I said. “Yesterday evening, I brought Kasey lunch here and then headed home. I’m not sure how long I was walking when I saw two men watching me. After I passed them, they started to follow me until I finally turned around to confront them. I have a taser, and I pulled it out, using the flashlight part of it at first. I told them to leave me alone. They argued with me, and one of them moved forward. I used my taser on him. The other man grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go. That’s when Davin appeared. He punched the man. We then went back to his car, and he drove me home.”

I wasn’t about to share where things went after that. If Davin had told them, they’d ask me to confirm it, but something told me that he wasn’t that sort of guy. Besides, us having sex didn’t change any of the facts relevant to the incident in question.

“So, you just left two unconscious men on the sidewalk and went home with a stranger?” Detective Hacker asked. “If Mr. Holden was, in fact, a stranger.”

“He was.” Now, I was doubly glad I hadn’t said anything about Davin and me having sex. Even though it had no bearing on what had happened, Hacker would use it against my credibility even more than he was using my appearance right now.

“Is there a reason you didn’t call 911?” Detective Mitchells asked.

“I have a bruise, but that’s it,” I said, pulling up my sleeve so they could see the finger-shaped bruises on my upper arm. “They didn’t steal anything either. I didn’t want the hassle of filing charges.”

“But they needed to go to the hospital,” Hacker said. “Weren’t you worried about that?”

I gave him a cold glare. “At the very least, they were going to mug me. I wasn’t exactly concerned about their health.”

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