room, plastered to my windows so we can fuck this out.
My head is spinning, and I don’t know if it’s from fighting authority, almost losing my job, or the insane amount of testosterone Zach radiated today. Might be all three combined.
After telling Chief Sadin we were gonna take the day off, he took my hand and dragged me to the parking lot and loaded me up in his black Jaguar. He’s in full caveman mode... and I kind of like it.
“You don’t know my address,” I say watching my hands joined together in my lap.
“Don’t need it. We’re going to my place.”
Oh. Oh, we are. I don’t think I have the right to an opinion right now.
Zach is driving through the streets of Chicago like he’s a fish out ofwater and very soon we make it to a luxurious apartment complex right by the shore of Lake Michigan. I can tell it is fancy by the cars that are parked around. This place looks like a high-class dealership, and the car we’re in fits in just perfectly. Looks like Dr. Ford comes from money.
We walk through reception and into an elevator that takes us up for what feels like fifty floors.
“Do you live in the sky?”
“Twenty-second floor, but this thing is slow as fuck.”
The doors open and he takes the lead directly into the hallway of an impressively open space apartment. Everything around is white, silver and minimal. Sterile. It’s the kind of place you see in design magazines, with the white leather couch and the chrome lamp. It’s beautiful and I bet it’s very expensive, but it lacks a woman’s touch.
“Why did you bring me here, Zach?”
He snaps his head in my direction like I just poured a bucket of iced cold water on his head.
“Do I feel a strike if annoyance in your voice, Bombay?”
“So, we are moving to Asia now?”
“I think I called you Tokyo before. Don’t change the subject, why are you pissed?”
Why, indeed. Every emotion I keep shut in that little box in my chest has escaped and flooded me. I don’t know why I’m pissed. I don’t even know if I am pissed. All I know is that I’m shaken, and I need something to ground myself .
“You dragged me to your house and I don’t know why. I’m tired. I am exhausted, and my morale is on the fucking floor.” Even though it wasn’t my intention, I start screaming in his face. “So, what now? Should I expect another round in the ring with you?”
He doesn’t bother to provide an explanation, but instead he shrugs and steps closer to me; so close his breath leaves a sensual trail of heat over my face. My nipples get hard from his smell and closeness.
“I can’t believe you’re fucking mad. I did a lot for you today, London.”
Something in his tone makesmy skin crawl. He is right, I dragged him into the line of fire, and I know that if I had to do it over again, I’d do the same. I was scared last night, terrified. I’ve never lost a patient. I’ve seen people dying on the table, but I never had to manage such a crisis alone.
When the fear paralyzed my mind, all my senses screamed for Zach, for his touch, for his mind. When the elevator opened and he was standing right there it was like the sky opened and angels started singing.
A saving grace. My saving grace.
“And now you want to hold it over my head?”
“Over your...?” He gaped at me not believing my words.
Suddenly I’m jerked in his arms and he’s kissing my brains out, his tongue tangling with mine in the most intense and sensual tango. Just with his mouth on mine he made my hairs go up and my legs go lax. This man was doing a number on me.
When he finally breaks the kiss, I forget everything that was thrown at me in the last two days.
“Zach...” I spoke over his lips, begging with one word for everything he had to offer.
“Next, I will introduce you to my bedroom and there you can show me how you really feel about today.” With precision he smacks my butt. “I expect to feel all that gratefulness on my dick, baby.”
“One more time?”
“Don’t fool yourself, baby. You felt the electricity between us, we could power this fucking city. There’s gonna be many times when you and I find each other naked.”
“Strip. Now.”
I try my best not to let her hear the enthusiasm in my voice. This is punishment.
I’ll teach her to be grateful and keep her pouty lips busy with something other than yelling.
“I will do no such thing. You have to be kidding...”
“Did I stutter? Strip.”
“It’s the middle of the day and your blinds are open.”
Oh, innocent little soul. I’m almost licking my lips at the thought of ruining that.
With a wicked smile on my face, I step towards her, slow and calculated, letting her know exactly who’s the vulture and who’s the prey. I have London where I always wanted her: cornered in my house, ready to be taken. By me.
Her ocean-blue eyes look up to me with irritation and a spark of fear. Nice try, but I can see the anticipation behind it.
“You had your chance, London.” She opens her mouth to speak but it’s too late. I take two handfuls of her shirt collar and rip it in half. Beautiful.
“Damn it, Zach, I don’t have any spare clothes with me. How am I supposed to go home in my bra?” I love the stubborn frown on her face, it means I’m doing something good.
“Baby, who said you’re going home?” I pull her to my chest and take her lips under my command. I kiss her long and deep. I kiss her with hunger. I kiss her ’til we both lose our breaths in it. I kiss her to exhaustion.
I have never put so much effort into a kiss. Never, not even with Isabella. I have never wanted to get a woman drunk on me, never wanted to make her crawl at my feet. Not until now. I want London to be tainted by me. I wanna seduce her to the point she’ll never see a way out. It’s unfair because I don’t plan on giving her more than crumbles of pleasure, but it’s what I want, and if this makes me a jackass, so be it.
She looks at me, her eyes foggy with passion and her cheeks burning.
“Take me to bed.” Her demand travels through my body and into my blood.
“Yes, ma’am.” I take her hand and walk her through my apartment all the way to the back. When I open the door to my bedroom, I find everything in perfect order, how it should be, but I’m more focused on getting London on her back and with her legs wide open.
To her delight, the drapes are closed so the room is drowned in shadow.
“Better?” I ask in a low voice.
“Not yet.” Surprising me, she opens her jeans and drags them on her peach round ass, all the way down, and steps out of them. The plain lingerie follows behind promptly. I have never seen a simple white bra look sexier than it looks on London. She would look hot wearing granny panties, really, but this is a thing I wanna rectify. Those majestic boobs should always be covered in lace and satin and lots of straps.
She walks to my bed and let’s herself fall on it, naked, her skin being hugged by my sheets.
“Come here, Zachary.” No need to tell me twice, baby.
It takes half a heartbeat for me to strip down all my clothes and stand above her at the edge of the bed, taking my time to look at her, branding her beauty in my brain.