He was ruthless, not letting up until she threw her head back, mouth forming an O while she screamed his name. She was eating out of his palm and it’d been less than an hour. What would he be able to do after he learned what made her tick?
She didn’t move as he turned off the vibrator, pulling it out and putting it off to the side. He untied her hands, rubbing her wrists to bring circulation back into them while she continued to lay there in post-orgasmic bliss.
“Hey,” he whispered, nudging her with his knee.
“Hmm,” she answered, rolling onto her side and propping her head on her arms, eyes half-closed.
“I didn’t expect you to pass out on me,” he told her, giving her a smacking kiss. Alexandra returned it, keeping her eyes closed, curling into a fetal position. The soft sound of snores filled the air minutes later, and Roman found himself studying her. She was a feisty little thing, gave as well as she got, and seemed to be willing to push some limits. He left her sleeping, setting his alarm to come wake her up in a bit.
He knocked thirty minutes later to find a dressed Alexandra sitting on the bed. And wasn’t that a shame. She was female perfection and one of the reasons wearing clothes should’ve been criminal.
“You’re awake.”
“I’m awake.” She smiled. “I should be going.”
“How about we go again tomorrow?” he questioned, moving closer.
“How about I call you when I need you?” She stared over his shoulder while she relayed her question, raising his hackles.
He held her arm when she moved to leave, cocking his head. “That’s not part of our deal.”
“I’m about to get slammed with new cases. I need a couple of days.” Given her reluctance when they first came in the room, he decided to give her an ultimatum. He wasn’t playing with her; she needed to make a decision and stick with it.
“You have a week.”
7
Six days, twelve hours, fifteen minutes, and thirty-five seconds—give or take— was how long it’d been since Alexandra told Roman she’d call him. The clock was ticking, and even being swamped wasn’t enough to keep him off her mind. She missed him. Not in an I know him so I miss him way, but a he gave me great orgasms and I want more of those type of missing him. To top it off, nothing had been going right since she’d left, as though it was punishment for not calling him.
Alexandra was late to court the morning after her Romagasm—what she called his orgasm because it seemed to be a force all its own—which forced one of the other lawyers to cover for her. Sex should make you relax, but she’d been keyed up tossing and turning half the night. She’d won her case, barely, since her co-council was a boss and nailed the closing argument. A couple days after the first night with Roman, she received the extra cases. Five more on top of the ones she had, not counting the Davis case, which was turning into its own beast. And she planned to meet with both Talia Robinson, Corey’s fiancée, as well as Franklin Williams, everyone’s favorite client, later that day.
“Ms. Kane?” her assistant buzzed. She only called Alexandra by her last name when it was official business.
“Yes.”
“Ms. Robinson is here to see you.”
“Set her up in the conference room and tell her I’ll be right in.”
If my fiancé was facing serious jail time and I had the information to free him, I would make myself available to his lawyer. She grabbed her still-sparse folder on the way in to see Talia, who’d made herself scarce the week before. Short of a manhunt, it took Alexandra calling in some favors to get the girl to see her. Talia was Corey’s alibi, but she kept acting like she was a criminal. Don’t hide your secrets from your attorney; a great one will unearth them and cover you in the dirt you’re trying to hide.
“Hello,” Alexandra greeted the pretty, auburn-haired girl with mesmerizing dark green eyes. Talia stood up, one hand rubbing her burgeoning belly, shaking Alexandra’s hand before sitting down again. Alexandra took the seat across from her. This gorgeous, petite, unassuming girl was the one who’d sent her assistants chasing their tails for the past several days? It’d taken a call to Corey to get her to come in, and a certain level of cajoling Alexandra wasn’t used to doing. Corey was in jail until his mom found a bail bondsman, but Talia got the message. It was humbling to be handed your ass by two kids unable to drink.
“Corey told me I need to meet with you.” Talia folded her hands together on top of the table, giving nothing else away.
“Yes, ma’am.” Alexandra swallowed her initial anger, not wanting to make the girl hostile by getting upset with her. “I understand you were together when the store was robbed?”
Talia licked her lips before coughing as though trying to clear the bug in her throat. “What day was the robbery?” Alexandra looked at her notes though she had the date memorized, trying to figure out the girl’s angle. No way had Talia forgotten the day her life changed. Either he was with her or he wasn’t, but Corey seemed adamant she would vouch for him.
“It was Tuesday, March 14th.” Alexandra stared at Talia’s trembling hands before the girl pressed them on the table.
Her brown eyes glistened. “Corey wasn’t with me. I remember because we had an appointment at the doctor, and he missed it.” She stared over Alexandra’s shoulder as she talked, sounding more like a script than anything else.
Careful, honey, your slip is showing. “That’s interesting.”
“It is?”
“Oh, yeah.” Alexandra nodded for emphasis. “Corey told me he was with you, and that’s what you told the detective. Corey seemed to believe the detective didn’t take you seriously. So who’s lying, you or him?”
“I…well…” Talia stuttered out a response.
“Which is it?” Alexandra asked again, not letting up. If Talia was going to lie, at the very least she needed to be more believable. “He seemed pretty adamant you guys were together, and he had nothing to do with the pizza shop being robbed. Are you telling me Corey is a liar? Did he rob the pizza place and shoot that man?” Talia looked away while Alexandra continued to lambast her with questions. Tears ran down the girl’s face. Alexandra felt a twinge of sympathy, but wanted to reiterate the importance about telling her the truth.
“Were you lying to the police when you said he was with you? Are you lying to me now? Which is it? Who’s the liar?”
“Stop it!” Talia cried, laying her head on the table. Her shoulders shook with the gut-wrenching sobs that echoed in the quiet of the room. Alexandra stood to rub Talia’s shoulders, unable to stay away while the young girl with too much on her plate cried herself dry.
“It’s okay,” Alexandra soothed when Talia calmed down enough to get her head off the table and wipe her tears. “We’re gonna fix it.” Alexandra grabbed the tissues from the side table and handed her the box.
“How?” Talia hiccupped, taking a tissue and wiping the tears from her face. “We’re out of options. The cops said they had Corey, that I was lying to protect my baby daddy, and they put liars in jail. But I wasn’t! We did have an appointment and found out we were having a girl, and we stayed in all night celebrating.”
Alexandra reached over to grab her notebook so she could write everything down, but sat beside Talia instead of across the table. She rubbed Talia’s arm while she questioned her. “Did he leave the apartment at any time?”