desk. A stack of wrinkled twenties and tens. I didn’t believe in coincidences.
He didn’t touch the cash, or count it. He nodded and stood.
“Thank you, Ms. Hail. I’ll let you know when I find something.” He stood and walked around the desk. He placed a hand lightly on my elbow to lead me out. My skin tingled where he touched. When I made no indication I was leaving, his entire palm wrapped around my arm. I was glued to the spot because of that one touch. I was a gazelle frozen because I knew the lion was about to pounce. His skin was hot to the touch and I flinched, pulling my arm away and breaking out of my trance.
He stepped closer to me and looked sternly down at me. My breath hitched in my throat. I wanted to run, but I also had the uncanny urge to run my hands along his chest. I wanted to find out exactly how hard the muscles under that thin shirt were, even though my brain was screaming danger, danger, danger.
“I have to warn you, Ms. Hail. If your intentions are not above-board, if you have malicious intent in locating this young lady, I will find out. I am not a man to be trifled with, or used for evil deeds.”
“No trifling, no evil deeds,” I squeaked. I would have normally giggled over the silly words, but his stare demanded obedience from me. Drake Greco was definitely not a man to be trifled with.
“I know you’re withholding something from me.” His big body crowded me. He leaned in, the smell of him invaded my senses. He didn’t wear cologne. I smelled the subtle smoky aroma of cedar with an underlying smell of silky fruit, almost like strawberries, but not quite. I couldn’t nail down the smell but I had smelled it before. All I knew was it wasn't an added aroma. It was all him. Suddenly the ultra-modern office was way too small for the two of us.
“I plan on finding out what that is,” he warned. His lips only inches from my face.
“A girl has to have her secrets,” I whispered, trying not to make eye contact but it was impossible. My head shot up and we locked gazes. Now I knew what eyes looked like when they smoldered. They looked scary as hell.
“I don’t like secrets, Ms. Hail,” he said and reached behind me, crowding me even more as he opened the door. “I’ll be in touch.”
Chapter 10
Pathological Liar Wanted
“ T hat guy was scary as shit, why did you send me to him?” I whined to Brandon. We were sitting in his office. This time I was dressed and ready for my shift tonight. He was dressed in his usual jeans and a tee along with comfy flip flops. His t-shirt read, “It's Called Karma and it’s Pronounced Ha-Ha Fuck You."
“I’ve never met the guy, my boss recommended him.” He shrugged as if any actions from that point on were someone else’s issue. Typical middle management, even in the afterlife.
“He knows I’m lying,” I huffed.
“Lie better,” he retorted.
“Easy for you to say. This shit doesn’t come naturally.”
“I think you would be surprised, Cassie. They don’t post souls to this position unless they are qualified. And one of those qualifications is usually a knack for bending the truth.”
“I was a pathological liar or something, is that how I built up all the bad energy? I was a cop, I found out that much. Was I a dirty cop? Is that what happened? What if I find out some crazy shit, Brandon? I don’t think I’m ready for this.”
“I don’t know anything about your living life. And you were the one that wanted to find out.”
“You’re no help.” I crossed my arms and tried to glare daggers at him, like Drake had done to me earlier. I failed miserably.
“I’m not here to help you, Cassie. I’m here to make sure you do your job and fulfill the terms of your contract.” He looked away from me as if he knew what effect his words had on me. I had begun to think of Brandon as my friend, not my boss. I guess I was wrong.
“Yeah, my contract.” I kicked at the edge of the chair miserably and tried not to cry. I
He didn’t touch the cash, or count it. He nodded and stood.
“Thank you, Ms. Hail. I’ll let you know when I find something.” He stood and walked around the desk. He placed a hand lightly on my elbow to lead me out. My skin tingled where he touched. When I made no indication I was leaving, his entire palm wrapped around my arm. I was glued to the spot because of that one touch. I was a gazelle frozen because I knew the lion was about to pounce. His skin was hot to the touch and I flinched, pulling my arm away and breaking out of my trance.
He stepped closer to me and looked sternly down at me. My breath hitched in my throat. I wanted to run, but I also had the uncanny urge to run my hands along his chest. I wanted to find out exactly how hard the muscles under that thin shirt were, even though my brain was screaming danger, danger, danger.
“I have to warn you, Ms. Hail. If your intentions are not above-board, if you have malicious intent in locating this young lady, I will find out. I am not a man to be trifled with, or used for evil deeds.”
“No trifling, no evil deeds,” I squeaked. I would have normally giggled over the silly words, but his stare demanded obedience from me. Drake Greco was definitely not a man to be trifled with.
“I know you’re withholding something from me.” His big body crowded me. He leaned in, the smell of him invaded my senses. He didn’t wear cologne. I smelled the subtle smoky aroma of cedar with an underlying smell of silky fruit, almost like strawberries, but not quite. I couldn’t nail down the smell but I had smelled it before. All I knew was it wasn't an added aroma. It was all him. Suddenly the ultra-modern office was way too small for the two of us.
“I plan on finding out what that is,” he warned. His lips only inches from my face.
“A girl has to have her secrets,” I whispered, trying not to make eye contact but it was impossible. My head shot up and we locked gazes. Now I knew what eyes looked like when they smoldered. They looked scary as hell.
“I don’t like secrets, Ms. Hail,” he said and reached behind me, crowding me even more as he opened the door. “I’ll be in touch.”
Chapter 10
Pathological Liar Wanted
“ T hat guy was scary as shit, why did you send me to him?” I whined to Brandon. We were sitting in his office. This time I was dressed and ready for my shift tonight. He was dressed in his usual jeans and a tee along with comfy flip flops. His t-shirt read, “It's Called Karma and it’s Pronounced Ha-Ha Fuck You."
“I’ve never met the guy, my boss recommended him.” He shrugged as if any actions from that point on were someone else’s issue. Typical middle management, even in the afterlife.
“He knows I’m lying,” I huffed.
“Lie better,” he retorted.
“Easy for you to say. This shit doesn’t come naturally.”
“I think you would be surprised, Cassie. They don’t post souls to this position unless they are qualified. And one of those qualifications is usually a knack for bending the truth.”
“I was a pathological liar or something, is that how I built up all the bad energy? I was a cop, I found out that much. Was I a dirty cop? Is that what happened? What if I find out some crazy shit, Brandon? I don’t think I’m ready for this.”
“I don’t know anything about your living life. And you were the one that wanted to find out.”
“You’re no help.” I crossed my arms and tried to glare daggers at him, like Drake had done to me earlier. I failed miserably.
“I’m not here to help you, Cassie. I’m here to make sure you do your job and fulfill the terms of your contract.” He looked away from me as if he knew what effect his words had on me. I had begun to think of Brandon as my friend, not my boss. I guess I was wrong.
“Yeah, my contract.” I kicked at the edge of the chair miserably and tried not to cry. I
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