AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Holy hell, I want to.
Todd stomps back into the house, still yelling my name, and I fight with myself. I need his money too much to ditch. But if I just go make sure everything is square with the party and the drugs, maybe I can cut out early…
“It’s okay. Go.” Tell pulls back, holding my hands.
“No… wait, let me just?—”
Before I can argue, he tugs me in for another deep kiss, melding my mouth against his, making me arch into him, pressing my breasts against his chest. His tongue scorches mine as they dance for a few more seconds in ecstasy….
And then it’s over.
“Watch yourself, and get out of here as soon as you can,” he whispers.
Then his warmth is gone, too.
He’s slipping down the side of the house to the gate.
“Will I see you again?” I hate how desperate I sound.
A grin cuts through the shadows across his chiseled features in the streetlight. I can just make out his words over the music as he vanishes around the corner. “Count on it.”
For some reason, I believe him. That grin, and the way he says it, promises so much more than just seeing each other next time.
It takes me a few seconds to cool down, leaning against the side of the house, running a hand over my burning face and resisting the urge to run another hand between my thighs.
Sheesh. At least wait until you get home.
My shower head is calling my name as I head back inside, putting on my business face and hoping I don’t look like I was just wrestling in the backyard. Not that anyone here would care. Or notice.
This guy’s got me so frazzled. So much so that I can barely hear the music, barely see the drunks lying on the kitchen counter.
Which is why when I hear the commotion in the living room, the shouting, the music stopping, I rush in, thinking about whatever fire I’m going to have to put out instead of listening to what that noise means and…
I barrel right into the prominent gut of one of Sanctum Harbor PD’s finest.
3
TELL
Tell me something.
Anything. Tell me your deepest, darkest secret.
They always do.
Everybody has one. Everybody secretly, desperately wants to share it. Get it off their chests. Expose the skeletons in their closet, air their fantasies, rid themselves of guilt.
So they tell me. That’s why they call me Tell.
I deal in secrets. Information.
Like how Officer Donaldson is sleeping with Lieutenant Vallejo, and they keep talking about leaving their spouses and eloping. Sergeant Colms has a pill addiction. So many other fun facts, like how this precinct’s arms lockup has a glitch and nobody’s fixed the lock in three years.
All useful in the right hands. For a price.
“Hi, Jeremy. They got you filing on a Saturday morning? Rough.” Maria shakes her head as I pass her desk. The glasses and the sweater vest are all she sees, ‘Jeremy’s’ slouch and the scuff of my loafers sealing the disguise.
“Says the gal with the three-foot stack of paperwork on her desk at seven a.m.?” I mutter with a smirk as I drop a chocolate muffin on the corner of her desk. Her favorite. One of the few treats she lets herself indulge in with four kids and a husband who works out on a fishing boat three weeks a month. Nice lady.
