Page 214 of Sticks and Stones
“I saw the samples that Gene submitted. What case are they for?” she asked.
Oh, boy.
“They’re for a case we’re working on with the police. They are backlogged, and we need the swabs, a blood sample, and theclothes for DNA analysis. No file. It’s for Corbin’s case they are handling.”
“The cop?” she asked, touching his chest.
He nodded, and he prayed for an intervention. If not, he was having sex with her.
AGAIN.
“Well, I’m here now, so we can stop talking about work,” she offered, trying to lure him in. She wanted a bounce or four on his dick, and to keep an eye on him.
When his phone chimed, as if by some miracle intervention, Greyson pulled it from his pocket. Her hand was already on his fly, and he was screwed.
Or would be screwing soon enough.
When he saw who it was, he was grateful.
‘We’re ready to work. Where are you? Is everything okay?’
And that was his sign.
Bless Gene for texting him and getting him the hell away from her.
Because he needed her out of his place, he showed her the phone, so she’d see he wasn’t bullshitting her.
“Sorry, Sasha, but I have to go. Maybe another time,” he offered, knowing that wasn’t happening in this lifetime. Instead, he moved around her to grab her long coat to help her into it.
She looked shocked.
“Really?”
He nodded.
Oh, and he might as well put the last nail in the coffin on this one, too, while he still could.
“And since you’re here, I should tell you that I don’t think we should continue this. It’s beginning to interfere with our jobs. Like now, when I have to work.”
She stared at him.
What was this?
Was he serious?
That wasn’t a problem before, in fact, she had him wrapped around her pinky.
This was bad.
FOR.
HER.
“Never again?” she asked, trying to figure out how to stop this runaway train.
Gabe wasn’t going to be happy. She was his eyes and ears in the office, and sleeping with Greyson, while amazing, was her only way to get the information when he needed it.
From where he stood, Greyson was watching her.
