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“Oh yeah, I suppose it will be too warm for the clothes I packed. Where should I have them sent?” she asks, realizing that we are basically gypsies for the moment.
“They will be waiting for you when we check-in at the hotel,” I reply, ushering her into the privacy of our suite. “Make sure you pick out some skimpy lingerie.” I lean in to give her a kiss of encouragement.
“Mmm,” she moans. “You just let me know what you want to see me in.”
“Right now, I just want to see you out of those.” We both begin popping buttons and stripping each other down in a storm of passion. The look in her eyes tells me that I’m not the only one whose hormones are raging. “Easy on the buttons, I kinda like this shirt,” I tease her.
Within seconds, I have her on the bed and once again feel her silky soft skin against mine. Her intoxicating scent greets me as I kiss my way along her neck and down her perfect cleavage. Another wave of lust washes over me, which inspires my lips to continue tracking down the center of her body. Her toned stomach muscles flex in response to my touch, so I pause to tease her belly button with my tongue.
“That tickles,” she giggles, grabbing hold of my hair.
A sudden knock on the door destroys the moment and startles both of us. “Shit, they must be early for your measurements,” I surmise as Mandy grabs her dress and beeline’s it to the bathroom. “Hold on, I’m coming!” I yell after a second series of knocks, scrambling to get my pants and shirt back on.
“Mr. Addison?” A female uniformed police officer asks, throwing me for a loop.
“Yes. I’m Trey Addison,” I clarify, thinking maybe they were looking for Tyler.
“Mr. Addison, I’m officer Martello and this is Detective Kelly. Can we come in and ask you a few questions concerning your father’s death?” Both she and Detective Kelly seem casual, so I agree and lead them into the sitting room.
“Wow, this is quite a suite you’ve got here,” Detective Kelly remarks. “It’s a little bigger than the ones I cram into when I travel with the wife and kids. No need for a rollaway, huh?” He chuckles and glances over at Martello.
“Yes, it’s a nice suite. Would you like a bottled water or anything?” I offer, trying to extend them a little courtesy.
“No, thanks, we just ate,” Officer Martello replies with a wave of her hand.
Mandy
Hearing the visitors introduce themselves as an officer and a detective, I finish getting dressed and creep over to the doorway to sneak a peak. I’m shocked to see two officers from the NYPD. Detective Kelly is dressed in plain clothes and is plunking away on an iPad with one finger.
“I have been told that you were in Geneva at the time of your father’s death, correct?” he asks while scrolling through his electronic notes.
“Yes, I was attending a meeting with the CEO of a biotech firm that I invested in,” he affirms.
“Did you or did you not, layover at Westchester County Airport before flying to Geneva?” A steely glare suddenly replaces the friendly facade.
“Yes, we stopped to refuel and pick up a passenger who joined us for the flight to Switzerland,” Trey replies confidently. “That jet holds just enough fuel to make it across, so I can’t fly direct from California.”
“I see,” the detective replies adding it to his notes. “Is this the passenger you picked up?” He holds up the iPad for Trey, while both Officer Martello and I watch his reaction. He remains perfectly composed.
“Yes, that’s Mandy Grayson,” he replies in a cool and calm manner.
“And this blonde is your girlfriend?” He shows him a picture of Liv that was taken when she entered the airport.
“My ex-girlfriend, yes.” Trey seems to know exactly where this is headed. I can tell by the little crease in the center of his forehead that he is thinking ahead to the next possible question.
“What is the relationship between you and this girl, Mandy?” He flips back to the picture of me.
“It’s complicated,” Trey says with a chuckle. “She was a friend of Liv’s, but since that day we have become close.”
“In the past five days?” he asks sarcastically.
“It seems like much longer than that, but yes.” Trey reaches up and begins rubbing his forehead. He should know better than that; it’s a sign of duress.
Officer Martello picks up on it immediately as well. “Is something bothering you?” she asks.
“Yeah, I was just thinking about Liv. That didn’t end very well.” He looks directly at them once again. “I don’t like to hurt people.”
