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.I had only heard from him briefly since Tuesday night.He’d given me a short call on Wednesday evening saying, “I got paged onto a case, and I have to work on it before my weekend off, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day.” The case he was helping with was one that had made the news, the shooting death of a young man in a department store parking lot.I had tried to catch Gus on the news but he wasn’t lead on the case so they didn’t let him talk.Now, tonight, he said, “My supervisor really works hard to make sure I get free weekends with my son, so I try to do all I can during the week to keep her happy.”“Augustus,” I said, “you don’t have to explain yourself to me.Someone got shot.I think that’s more important than my social life.”“Hey, I found something interesting today,” he said.That made one of us.I exclaimed that I was interested in his discovery.“Seems like a shame to have to wait until next week to tell you about it.”“That is a shame,” I agreed.“How much time do you have before Doug gets here?”Doug’s mother was bringing the boy to Kansas City that evening, but the drive from Omaha took several hours.Gus told me that his son wouldn’t be in town until after nine.So I suggested that he come over to my house and tell me about his interesting discovery, and he was not averse.This was my attempt at lobbying for another dose of the Gus-man, because he could have just told me his interesting information over the phone.It was nice of him not to bring that up.“Are you still at work?” I asked, hearing the familiar sounds of phones and voices behind him.He said that he was just heading out the door.“Come over before changing your clothes,” I said.“Bring your badge.”He laughed softly, voice low over the phone.“What for?”“I want you question me, put me under some sort of arrest and maybe search me for concealed weapons.”“Fine,” said Gus.“But you have to put on one of those little—” and here I was sure he was going to suggest “French maid uniform” or “lace corset” or “leather bustier,” but what he said was, “—secretary outfits with the buttoned-up sweater and sensible pumps.”“You sick monkey,” I murmured, feeling a thrill all the way through my body.“Do as I say,” Gus warned, “or I’ll be forced to treat you as a hostile suspect.”“Oh, God, yes, do that.”*****“I’m Detective Haglund with the KCPD.” Said detective stood glowering in my doorway.To my great pleasure, he wore a light trench coat, even though it was seventy degrees outside, and had his badge flipped out, pushed toward me.“Ma’am, I’d like to ask you some questions.”And in keeping with his request, I wore a tight pencil skirt, my four-inch pumps and a silky blouse buttoned as high as it would go, nearly pinching my neck.I’d even fastened my hair back in a prim little barrette.I wore not a stitch of underwear.“What is this about, Officer?” I asked.“I’m investigating suspicious activities,” he said, filling the doorway with his big solidness.“Well, I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.”“Ma’am, I’m afraid this is not a voluntary interview.” Gus moved through the door, and I blocked his path ineffectually and purposefully.Our bodies had to smash together for him to get by, his arm had to circle my waist to keep me from tipping over on those ridiculous heels.My skin had little defense with just that filmy blouse between him and me, leaving my nipples deliciously grazed and standing out rather sharply against the material.Gus’s eyes lingered there and tickled me.“You can’t just barge in here making all kinds of demands,” I told him haughtily as I closed the front door.“I have my rights.”Gus caught me by the shoulder and spun me around with startling ease, herding me against the wall of my front hallway.“Put your hands against the wall, ma’am,” he instructed brusquely, and I did so without thought, utterly at his command.I hadn’t heard this tone of voice from him before.I loved it.A yelp of surprise escaped me when he kicked my feet apart, and I would have fallen but for his arm around my waist.He held me steady, kept me from twisting my ankle or stumbling, pressing my hips enticingly against his groin which was, I noticed breathlessly, showing signs of enjoying this game as much as I.Then he leaned into me and began a full body search.As his fingers stroked from my wrists down to my ticklish armpits, he said in my ear, “We have received information that you are exerting influence on an officer of the law.”“I haven’t done anything,” I argued, trying not to giggle when he poked at my underarms.“Be still,” he ordered softly, his mouth so close to my ear that I could feel his breath there.“Our source is utterly reliable.He states that you seduced him by a copy machine.He states also that you exerted unfair influence over him by charming his sister.”“Neither of those things is a crime,” I said defensively.“It’s not my fault his sister doesn’t know squat about her word processor.”He paused for a moment, and I realized that he was controlling his laughter.Then the full-body search was on my breasts and lingered there for a few seconds, teasing me until my limbs began to melt into a pool of pure lazy liquid.I sagged into the gorgeous bulk of him, ready to be ravished.“Don’t try that with me,” he said roughly, giving my arms a gentle tug upwards.“I’m not just some dumb cop.You’re going to answer my questions.”“You haven’t asked me any questions,” I murmured, eyes half-closed.His hands came to my hips, snagged my skirt and began tugging it up my thighs.“What I want to know is why a beautiful woman like you wants to seduce some dumb cop.”I twisted earnestly under his touch.“I have—,” I tried to say, though his full body search had reached fully into my body, and it was a little hard to speak, “I have parking tickets I want fixed.”“Is that so?”“And that dumb cop was extremely sexy.”“Interfering with a law enforcement officer is a felony.But he refuses to testify against you.”“He can do anything he wants against me.”“Don’t get cute.” Gus cushioned my head and then pushed me against the wall, his massive frame pressed hard behind me.I think he had four hands.They were all doing fabulous things.“If you want to avoid prosecution, you’re going to have to get very cooperative with me.”“Yes, Officer.”“That’s Detective.”“Yes, Detective.”“I’ll need to confiscate your belongings.” He meant my clothes.I was already half out of them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]