Submerged(Bound Together Book 1)(16)
I lower the lift so that we can get the Jag ready for paint. Blade is the best painter in the area, and I know he’ll take good care of this sweet ride. The bright pink car seat in the back of the sedan throws me for a loop, though. The car screams money, even with the four doors. It’s top of the line in every detail from the added-on safety packages, all the way to the custom leather seats. But the car seat just doesn’t fit. Probably some rich wife to a lawyer or a plastic surgeon with too much money to spend on shopping and days at the spa.
Typical.
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Later that night, I’m nosing around the office of the shop, trying to find any link I can find to the offshore deals, yet knowing damn good and well that I won’t find any here. Why would they keep that information at the shop where any Tom, Dick, or Harry could bust in and steal the info? But according to Luke, the Bureau wants me to cross all of my T’s and dot all of my I’s. No stone is left unturned.
I’ve been poking around for an hour when I hear the backdoor of the office open up. I quickly slide the ledger book back onto the bookshelf just as Divine walks around the corner in stilettos.
“Oh, hey you. What are you doing working so late tonight?” she coos, positioning her Double D’s front and center.
“Workin’ on getting this paperwork ready for Friday’s deliveries.”
“Oh, you could have left that for me, sugar,” she says, walking over to me. Before I can even stand up from the chair I’m sitting in, Divine straddles my lap. “I don’t think it’s much of a coincidence that you’re still here tonight when I came back for my phone,” she coos, pressing her tits directly into my chin.
“Yeah, well, I was just getting ready to leave, Divine,” I reply, ready to drop her on her ass at my feet. Before I can do just that, she plants her bright red lips directly on mine. She grinds her crotch against me, getting only the slightest rise out of me.
“Are you going to show me just how big and bad you really are, Blake?” she purrs like a sex kitten as she slides her hands up my chest, gripping at my hard pecs.
“I don’t think so, Divine.”
“I think you really want to,” she adds, pulling her tight miniskirt the rest of the way up her hips and exposing her naked pussy underneath. As enticing as that smooth, bare skin is, I just don’t want to screw a woman that everyone else in this building has already taken a second and third round with.
“Come on, baby. I’ll show you a really good time,” she purrs as she reaches down and grabs my half-hard erection. Warmth spreads through me as she grips and paws at me, making me completely hard. I wonder if I should just get lost in her, in what she’s offering, for just a little while. Divine reaches for the button of my jeans with her free hand. She almost gets the zipper entirely down when reality slams into me. I don’t want this. I don’t want her.
I grab her hands, halting her progress. With a little too much excessive force, I fling her off my lap and onto the hard, tile floor. I don’t mean to be a complete dick, but my nerves are shot. “Jesus, Blake. You could have just said no,” she whines as she gets up from the floor, tugging and pulling at the skirt around her hips.
“I did tell you no,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Yeah, but I felt just how excited you were to have me on your lap,” she adds with a smile.
“Any man with a bare pussy rubbing against him is going to get hard, Divine. You know that better than most women. I’m not interested. Not now, not ever. Go screw one of the shop boys who’ll share their weed with you,” I tell her before turning and walking out of the office, leaving her standing there, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
I walk straight out the back door and head towards my Camaro. Let Divine lock up behind her. I turn over the engine and crank up Metallica. This life is slowly sucking me dry. I’m tired of this shit day in and day out. My entire life has been at a standstill since this case started. I’m tired of the lies, of the drugs, of the crime. Though I rarely engage in the drugs, they’re still there–front and center in the lifestyle. Fast cars and even faster women.
I’m done with it all.
I want a life–my life back. I want to get home from work and kiss a wife hello. I want to throw a son over my shoulder as we head out to the backyard to throw a baseball around for a few rounds. I want to play dress-up and read bedtime stories to a daughter who looks just like her mother.
That’s what I want.