could look at him. “Do you? You’re on an investigation.”
Charlie gave her question serious deliberation. He had a lead he should pursue immediately. But buried to the hilt in Juliana’s exquisite body he knew there was no place he’d rather be.
“I’m not done plumbing the depths of this lead.” He thrust so she could feel he was serious about making love to her again.
“Umm,” she hummed.
Charlie shuddered again, his body hungry to begin what he hoped would take hours. “We can use your uniform again. This skirt is nice, but there’s something about a Catholic girl.” He nuzzled her neck.
Juliana pushed his face away. “Charlie, I’ve grown up. Does the skirt represent the girl you knew back then?”
Charlie frowned. “No. I just think it’s sexy. I think you’re sexy now, too. I think you’re sexy naked. I know you’ve grown up and I love the changes. I’d like to explore the changes if you’ll let me.”
She smiled and pulled him close for a kiss. But when he wanted the kiss to linger, she turned her head away. “I believe you said something about getting naked.”
“Oh, yeah. We can play cops and robbers. You can be a suspect. It would involve frisking.”
“Male officers can’t frisk female suspects.”
“I don’t follow the rules. Especially when the suspect is as sexy as you.”
“You may have to stay the night to interrogate me,” she suggested. “I’ve got a lot to hide.”
Charlie’s smile felt like it split his face. “I believe this investigation is going to take all night. Perhaps a body cavity search is in order.”
“Every nook and cranny,” she agreed.
“Definitely. I have a long nightstick to probe those with.” He thrust with his words.
She gasped. “You’ll have to be ruthlessly thorough.”
“Then I’ll have to probe again and again.” He put actions to words.
Her breath hitched. “Do whatever you have to do. I’ll be interested to see your methods of interrogation.”
CHAPTER 6
Charlie watched the sun rise over Dalton Montgomery’s South Beach estate. Even at this early hour the estate showed activity. Through his binoculars he saw a delivery van arrive with the rental tables and chairs. A guard waved them through. Aha!
He waited five minutes after the truck disappeared into the estate, then drove up to the gate. With his brown contacts, black goatee, t-shirt and jeans, he looked like a young Latino.
The guard leaned down to the window. “State your business.”
Charlie allowed an exaggerated Spanish accent to color his words. “I’m with Palisades Rentals but I missed the truck. I overslept, see, because I was with my honey last night. You know how it is,
amigo
.” He didn’t have to feign the effects of a night spent making love instead of sleeping. Two nights in a row. “I been chasing the truck since the warehouse, but the light turned red, see, and there was this cop at the intersection. Please, I’m in such trouble and I need this job.”
“Follow the drive around the left to the pool house.”
“
Gracias!
” Charlie drove through the gate. He kept his elation in check until he was driving past the manicured green lawn.
The house looked impressive as he approached. Two and a half stories of sprawling white surrounded the huge circular drive. The sheer number of windows should have presented him a daunting task of how many rooms he’d have to search for the sculpture. But he’d grown used to the mansions in Beverly Hills. Montgomery’s house wouldn’t thwart him.
Too soon he saw the split off to the pool house and took it. He parked away from the rental truck and approached it with a confident stride. He’d learned people assumed you belonged somewhere if you acted like you did.
Two men were pushing a cart full of white chairs down the ramp attached to the back of the truck.
“They told me to help,” Charlie said. “I’m Chuck.” He’d left his Latino accent at the gate.
The men looked at one
Charlie gave her question serious deliberation. He had a lead he should pursue immediately. But buried to the hilt in Juliana’s exquisite body he knew there was no place he’d rather be.
“I’m not done plumbing the depths of this lead.” He thrust so she could feel he was serious about making love to her again.
“Umm,” she hummed.
Charlie shuddered again, his body hungry to begin what he hoped would take hours. “We can use your uniform again. This skirt is nice, but there’s something about a Catholic girl.” He nuzzled her neck.
Juliana pushed his face away. “Charlie, I’ve grown up. Does the skirt represent the girl you knew back then?”
Charlie frowned. “No. I just think it’s sexy. I think you’re sexy now, too. I think you’re sexy naked. I know you’ve grown up and I love the changes. I’d like to explore the changes if you’ll let me.”
She smiled and pulled him close for a kiss. But when he wanted the kiss to linger, she turned her head away. “I believe you said something about getting naked.”
“Oh, yeah. We can play cops and robbers. You can be a suspect. It would involve frisking.”
“Male officers can’t frisk female suspects.”
“I don’t follow the rules. Especially when the suspect is as sexy as you.”
“You may have to stay the night to interrogate me,” she suggested. “I’ve got a lot to hide.”
Charlie’s smile felt like it split his face. “I believe this investigation is going to take all night. Perhaps a body cavity search is in order.”
“Every nook and cranny,” she agreed.
“Definitely. I have a long nightstick to probe those with.” He thrust with his words.
She gasped. “You’ll have to be ruthlessly thorough.”
“Then I’ll have to probe again and again.” He put actions to words.
Her breath hitched. “Do whatever you have to do. I’ll be interested to see your methods of interrogation.”
CHAPTER 6
Charlie watched the sun rise over Dalton Montgomery’s South Beach estate. Even at this early hour the estate showed activity. Through his binoculars he saw a delivery van arrive with the rental tables and chairs. A guard waved them through. Aha!
He waited five minutes after the truck disappeared into the estate, then drove up to the gate. With his brown contacts, black goatee, t-shirt and jeans, he looked like a young Latino.
The guard leaned down to the window. “State your business.”
Charlie allowed an exaggerated Spanish accent to color his words. “I’m with Palisades Rentals but I missed the truck. I overslept, see, because I was with my honey last night. You know how it is,
amigo
.” He didn’t have to feign the effects of a night spent making love instead of sleeping. Two nights in a row. “I been chasing the truck since the warehouse, but the light turned red, see, and there was this cop at the intersection. Please, I’m in such trouble and I need this job.”
“Follow the drive around the left to the pool house.”
“
Gracias!
” Charlie drove through the gate. He kept his elation in check until he was driving past the manicured green lawn.
The house looked impressive as he approached. Two and a half stories of sprawling white surrounded the huge circular drive. The sheer number of windows should have presented him a daunting task of how many rooms he’d have to search for the sculpture. But he’d grown used to the mansions in Beverly Hills. Montgomery’s house wouldn’t thwart him.
Too soon he saw the split off to the pool house and took it. He parked away from the rental truck and approached it with a confident stride. He’d learned people assumed you belonged somewhere if you acted like you did.
Two men were pushing a cart full of white chairs down the ramp attached to the back of the truck.
“They told me to help,” Charlie said. “I’m Chuck.” He’d left his Latino accent at the gate.
The men looked at one
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