A Secret Kiss pt 4

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Mitchel sat in the living room lounge chair as Jose glared at him. She had changed into comfortable clothing and put her hair up in a messy bun. If she didn’t have that angry look on her face she would look appealing.

“Why are you so angry?”

“You break into my apartment and act as if you own my place by bossing me around. How would you look?”

Maybe he might have over stepped a bit but his head was killing him and he was not in the mood to be polite.

“I apologize. Thank you for the coffee.”

Her face relaxed a bit. “Have you found out anything new?”

“Not really the trail went cold so I have to go back to the office and look over a few things. I might have missed a clue.”

“I can tell you, you will not find anything at the office. Barry shredded a lot of papers and he told me that he will call me with work to do.”

“That’s odd. Does he normally have you work from home?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“No, but then again he was never attacked at work either. So he probably wanted to get away.

So he probably wanted to get away.

Mitchel decided not to delve any further on that topic. He looked around her place and it was meticulous, but he did not see any pictures around.

“You live alone then?”

“Yes, why?”

“I see that it’s a bit sterile in here.”

“Sterile?” She looked at her place. It was neat and orderly. She was never productive with clutter all around her. She loved pastel coloring. It gave you the color without overpowering you. She even had scented candle burning.

“I do not see what you’re talking about?”

“You have no pictures or anything about showing you have a life outside of the office.”

She did not like that he picked that up so easily.

“I have a life outside of work. I go to a baking class and I have just purchased a ticket to go on a cruise to the Caribbean.”

He could not believe a woman as young and attractive is talking like she’s someone’s granny.

“What?” She asked with a bit of a defensive tone.

“Nothing. I need to head out. I hope you enjoy your cruise.” He said and added a lifted eyebrow. That really started to piss her off.

“Say it or just keep it to your self but don’t give body ques that you want to say something then don’t”

“Fine you’re a young woman who lives alone with not one picture showing that there is someone out there that cares about you or you them. When was the last time you were bedded?”

“WHAT?”

“You heard me. You are tense more than necessary and I find a good bedding and I mean superb bedding relaxes my mind and body. So, when?”

“Get out.”

“I was leaving you know. You would not let me.”

“Just get ou—” Stunned into silence he kissed her. Rough, dominating and disturbingly thorough.

Once he steps back, he looked at her and said, tell me that you are not a little bit wound up?”

She looked at him and with as much sentence structure she could recall answered. “Get out.”

He stepped away and walked out the door.

“That, that Englishman.”

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