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sweats and her hair was still damp, which could
only mean she’d had a rough night and used the showers at
headquarters. Neither of us really liked showering at work. That
place needed a major renovation. Her eyes were barely propped open
and I could fall asleep standing just looking at her, even with
what felt like my caffeine-filled veins. I wished I could switch
places with her, knowing she’d pass out as soon as her head hit the
pillow.
    Lucky girl.
    Ever since
Tristan Cross had walked into the auditorium, I either couldn’t
sleep, or I slept and dreamt about him. The restless nights
imagining us together tortured me. During the few hours of sleep,
his body became mine as I roamed the rippled fields of muscles I
imagined on his abs. The six-pack narrowed into a perfect valley
where I slid my tongue toward a glistening mushroom cap. The pink
tip summoned my lips to taste it. I’d wake up drenched in my own
sweet juices, all swollen from the onslaught of my fingers. The
naughty things he did to me in my dreams left my limbs sore in the
morning. How could someone tire you out through your dreams?
    “Another
sleepless night?” she asked.
    “Yes.” I
stretched out my arms, trying to infuse strength into them.
    “Okay, what’s
his name?” She threw down her duffle bag.
    “What are you
talking about?” I asked.
    “You have that I can’t stop thinking about him look.” Laura grabbed a
bottle of water and plopped down on the couch beside me.
    There was a
look?
    “Just some
work-related stuff.” I shrugged it off, remembering what made my
friend such a good cop. Nothing could pass her by, and she’d figure
it all out pretty soon. That is, if I didn’t spill my guts
first.
    “Hey, can I
ask you a question?” I bit my lip.
    “You're making
me nervous, Allie. You’re confused and indecisive. That’s dangerous
for work. Whatever’s troubling you, it needs to go away. I’ve never
seen you this way before. Ask away.” She motioned with her hands
for me to come closer, like a good priest to a parishioner ready
for a confession.
    I clasped my
hands together in front of me, cracking my fingers. “Did you hear
anything from Cross Enterprises about that job?”
    “Yes, I called
to follow up and was told the position had been filled already. I
thought you didn’t apply?”
    “I didn’t.” I
slouched back. How could I have been so stupid? I should have
filled out that application on the spot and visited my mother while
I waited for the interview. And now Cross had hired someone else. I
thought we had a connection. I thought he’d wait for me. Had I lost
my only opportunity to get rid of Wright properly, without
consequence? Worst of all, something hit me deep inside, and my
chest deflated. Why did my heart feel shattered and empty? The idea
of not seeing Cross again aggravated me more than I expected and I
frowned.
    “Looks like a
life’s little regret.” She wrapped her arm around me. “Don’t worry,
if you like we can go out next weekend to that club he owns,
Kissed, and find us some hot-off-the-skillet men who’ll appreciate
your boobs and maybe your ass as well.” She grinned with a wide
smile, rubbing the side of my shoulder like a mother would. “Then
we can hang off their beautiful biceps like monkeys while Cross
burns in a pit fueled by his jealousy.”
    As much as I
wanted to deny it, the thought of making Cross jealous sounded
appetizing. Except I didn’t want to hang off anyone’s bicep unless
it belonged to Cross himself. Mr. D, my nightly entertainer stuck
in the bottom drawer of my dresser, would see way more action
tonight while I thought about Cross’s muscles, or more
specifically, the only muscle that could satisfy my yearnings.
    And now, I’d
blown an opportunity to work for the perfect guy and might have
also put my mother in more danger than necessary. Finding another
means to get rid of Wright without a trace would not be easy. From
my research Cross was my best bet, and now