that to me. I used to embrace the experience of my behaviour research projects and I relished compiling my book of observations. I looked forward to the day it would be published. I had a lust for life… but recently I’ve been putting my life, my confidence, on hold. You made me see that this guy is closer to breaking me than I realised. I need this. I need to get back to being me.’
‘You’re relaxed and not as distracted as I’ve seen you. It’s interesting to see you lighter.’
‘Thanks,’ she said. This guy spoke about her like he knew her. If he’d been researching and watching her then maybe he did. ‘So you haven’t answered the sixty-four million dollar question.’
‘I haven’t?’
‘Who is the guy? The crazy?’
‘When are you due a break?’ Colt asked.
‘Soon,’ she said.
‘Come up to my office and we’ll talk.’ He got off the stool and got a step away when she snagged his wrist.
‘Should I be worried?’ If he wouldn’t reveal the identity of her stalker here in public then it was possible he was worried about her reaction.
‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘You’re being stalked, that would worry most rational people.’
His arm slid out of her grip and he stalked off through the ogling drinkers to the backstage door. It closed in the shadow and she was left alone to speculate.
‘Cherry!’ Blaser whistled and she turned to see him nodding towards patrons in need of service so she hurried off to do her job.
Colt had always liked having the big screen TV in his office because it gave him a distraction when he needed a break from a case. It was easier and cheaper to work from here, a premises he partially owned, than to rent somewhere else. He needed privacy and didn’t need to see many clients in official premises. The last thing he needed was a shop front to draw attention to what he did.
But while waiting for Lyssa he couldn’t relax in front of the TV and working on her case was out. When he had followed her here last night he thought it was her pathetic and desperate attempt to get in touch with him, hence why he’d avoided Risqué like the plague.
Tonight, when she’d returned he’d wondered if it was the same thing. But for more than an hour he had sat outside waiting for her to exit. When she didn’t come out, he came in to find her and got the update from Blaser. Then he’d seen her.
That tiny skirt was a second skin that just managed to cover her high, tight ass. The smooth skin of her toned waist took his eyes up to those voluptuous breasts usually showcased in a white cotton shirt, tonight they looked ready to party.
Craving a client was firmly against the rules, but she gave him trust and lit up in his company. He gave her hope and for the first time in his life, failure wasn’t an option. Except so far that was where he was headed.
A tap on his door alerted him to her imminent entry, but it didn’t diminish the effect of seeing that body again, this time in a quieter, lighter environment.
‘Is this a good time?’ she asked, helping herself to a seat on his couch and kicking off her shoes to lie her legs along his furniture. ‘How much extra do I have to pay you for a foot massage?’
‘You’ll get used to wearing the shoes… if you’re here long enough.’
‘Did you get used to them?’ she teased, spreading her hair over the arm of the couch behind her.
‘That’s what the girls say.’
‘How long have you guys had this place?’
‘A couple of years,’ he said. Leaving the desk, he moved to join her on the couch, choosing to sit on the arm of the couch beyond her feet.
‘Do you enjoy it?’
‘This is Blaser’s bag,’ Colt said, admiring her legs while her eyes were closed. ‘Ruger and I just ponied up some cash to get him started. I help out when I’m needed and Blaser lets me work from here.’
‘Why don’t you two get along? You seem friendly with each other.’
‘We’re brothers so we’ll always watch each
‘You’re relaxed and not as distracted as I’ve seen you. It’s interesting to see you lighter.’
‘Thanks,’ she said. This guy spoke about her like he knew her. If he’d been researching and watching her then maybe he did. ‘So you haven’t answered the sixty-four million dollar question.’
‘I haven’t?’
‘Who is the guy? The crazy?’
‘When are you due a break?’ Colt asked.
‘Soon,’ she said.
‘Come up to my office and we’ll talk.’ He got off the stool and got a step away when she snagged his wrist.
‘Should I be worried?’ If he wouldn’t reveal the identity of her stalker here in public then it was possible he was worried about her reaction.
‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘You’re being stalked, that would worry most rational people.’
His arm slid out of her grip and he stalked off through the ogling drinkers to the backstage door. It closed in the shadow and she was left alone to speculate.
‘Cherry!’ Blaser whistled and she turned to see him nodding towards patrons in need of service so she hurried off to do her job.
Colt had always liked having the big screen TV in his office because it gave him a distraction when he needed a break from a case. It was easier and cheaper to work from here, a premises he partially owned, than to rent somewhere else. He needed privacy and didn’t need to see many clients in official premises. The last thing he needed was a shop front to draw attention to what he did.
But while waiting for Lyssa he couldn’t relax in front of the TV and working on her case was out. When he had followed her here last night he thought it was her pathetic and desperate attempt to get in touch with him, hence why he’d avoided Risqué like the plague.
Tonight, when she’d returned he’d wondered if it was the same thing. But for more than an hour he had sat outside waiting for her to exit. When she didn’t come out, he came in to find her and got the update from Blaser. Then he’d seen her.
That tiny skirt was a second skin that just managed to cover her high, tight ass. The smooth skin of her toned waist took his eyes up to those voluptuous breasts usually showcased in a white cotton shirt, tonight they looked ready to party.
Craving a client was firmly against the rules, but she gave him trust and lit up in his company. He gave her hope and for the first time in his life, failure wasn’t an option. Except so far that was where he was headed.
A tap on his door alerted him to her imminent entry, but it didn’t diminish the effect of seeing that body again, this time in a quieter, lighter environment.
‘Is this a good time?’ she asked, helping herself to a seat on his couch and kicking off her shoes to lie her legs along his furniture. ‘How much extra do I have to pay you for a foot massage?’
‘You’ll get used to wearing the shoes… if you’re here long enough.’
‘Did you get used to them?’ she teased, spreading her hair over the arm of the couch behind her.
‘That’s what the girls say.’
‘How long have you guys had this place?’
‘A couple of years,’ he said. Leaving the desk, he moved to join her on the couch, choosing to sit on the arm of the couch beyond her feet.
‘Do you enjoy it?’
‘This is Blaser’s bag,’ Colt said, admiring her legs while her eyes were closed. ‘Ruger and I just ponied up some cash to get him started. I help out when I’m needed and Blaser lets me work from here.’
‘Why don’t you two get along? You seem friendly with each other.’
‘We’re brothers so we’ll always watch each
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