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  She was wearing a form fitting black pencil skirt, black stiletto heels no stockings, and a tight fitting cream colored low cropped sleeveless shirt. How the hell does Anderson get anything done with a fine piece of ass like that sitting right down the hall? Yeah… he’s definitely fucking her all hours of the night.

  He purposely waited hoping she would turn around so he could see her ass and she did. Man, what a sight. He almost let her walk away watching the mesmerizing sway of her hips.

  “Excuse me, ma’am can I get some assistance please?” Shit, that's right there was someone standing there she recalled. Turning around and walking back to the receptionist area Mya, looked at the man standing by the doorway.

  He was obviously a cop but one she was not familiar with. Ah…he must be the new transfer the commissioner mentioned. Allowing her eyes to travel down his body…standard issue black boots, dark slacks, nice size bulge…but not the standard issue looks…he was attractive, dirty blonde hair piercing blue eyes, muscular physique, nice arms, he obviously works out vigorously.

  “How may I help you?”, she inquired

  “I’m looking for Mr. Anderson”, he asked

  “Mr.? Anderson?” Mya asked with a smirk. Its not the first time some ass assumed “she” was actually a “he”. What the hell I’ll have some fun with him.

  What was it they called me down at the station again? Ball busting dyke bitch. I have to keep my reputation in tact.

  “Well, There is no Mr. Anderson here sir.” Shit her voice was sweet, seductive, and confident.

  “You sure? I was told I could find District Attorney Anderson here and the sign on the door says, District Attorney.”

  Handsome and a smartass, Mya was intrigued. There weren’t many cops that had the audacity to stand up to her. They stared at each other for what seemed like hours but only minutes had passed. It was Mya who finally broke the silence.

  “I’m sorry I didn't catch your name. Detective?”

  “It’s Boivin, Lieutenant Merrick Boivin, ma’am and now that you mention it I didn't catch yours either.”

  What the hell, I have shit to do; fun is over she thought, besides the way he keeps staring into my eyes is unsettling.

  “Anderson, Mya Anderson I’m the Mr. you are looking for, lieutenant.”

  Merrick felt like a sexist shit, “Well I guess there is no Mr. Anderson here after all. My apologies, I’m new here and no one bothered to mention that “Anderson” was actually a woman.” Extending his hand he apologized,

  “I’m sorry, I assumed”...

  “It’s fine”, she cut him off mid sentence disregarding his outstretched hand, “How can I help you detective…I mean lieutenant?”

  “Well, Ms. Anderson it’s actually what I can help with you with, I was summoned here to brief your office about congressman incident.”

  Mya was momentarily caught off guard by the statement and a bit distracted by her reaction to him.

  “Incident? What incident? Oh, you mean that incident, well you will be briefing ADA Smith who is actually in court this morning and I’m extremely busy at the moment so…you can leave a message with the secretary…who is not here at the moment…. “ Her voice trailed off.

  She felt strangely embarrassed and for some reason she couldn't help but feel a twinge guilty for blowing him off. There was a long pause as they stood facing each other.

  Finally, Merrick broke the strange silence between them this time. Truth is he was growing a little uneasy; the close proximity to Mya was having a palpable effect on his loins.

  “You know what you looked busy when I walked in so I’ll just leave my card and a message at the front desk, that way your secretary can give me a call when she gets in to arrange a meeting with the ADA.”

  Mya secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Merrick was making her uncomfortable…a feeling that has eluded her for as long as she could remember. Just then, Karen scrambled through the door.

  “Ms. Anderson, sorry I’m late but traffic was horrendous, here is your Venti Chai Tea.”

  “Karen, thank you for the tea and for joining us, she responded playfully taking the cup from Karen’s outstretched hand,

  “This is lieutenant Boivin.”

  “Just Merrick is fine he interjected”, regarding the young sprite woman before him mid twenties by the looks of her.

  She was dressed in professional attire black pin striped pantsuit, white colored shirt, comfortable shoes and long blonde hair pinned into a neat roll. Definitely fuckable but not as much as little miss D.A.

  “Karen, can you please make an appointment for the lieutenant to see Smith as soon as possible, enjoy your day lieutenant”, she turned and walked away before he could reply.

  He watched her glorious ass walk down the hall and into her office; she didn't even take a second glance back as she closed the door.

  When Merrick looked up Karen was glaring at him with a smirk. “If you would like to come over to my desk I can check Brian’s…I mean Mr. Smith’s schedule and see when I can pen you in.” She turned to walk back to the reception area and he followed.

  For some reason looking at her ass was not on his mind but he looked anyway. He decided it was a nice ass but not as nice as Mya’s, Karen walked ahead keenly aware of Merricks eyes on her.

  When they reached the reception area she sat down and fiddled through the schedule book. He stopped on the other side of the desk deep in thought about his encounter with Mya. How is tomorrow late afternoon around 5:30 pm?

  Glancing at his TAG Heuer watch he noted it was already after 4:00pm. “Yep, that works. Ok I’ll pen you in detective.”

  “Thanks, I’ll see you later” giving Karen a half smile he turned to leave. As he walked to elevator he thought about what just happened. He made an ass of himself assuming the DA was a man but it was worth it.

  The encounter with Mya shook him. She caught him off guard and that was a rare occurrence. His cell phone began to buzz just as he pressed the “call” button on the elevator. Reaching into his inner breast pocket he took it out saw it was text from Chris, calling it a day, Ill see you in the morning.

  As the elevator doors opened he shoved the phone back into his pocket and hit the “P1” button. Time to head home.

  Chapter 3

  Back in her office Mya read through E-mails. The encounter with Merrick left her shaken.

  This was odd since men don't usually have that effect on her. It was usually one of two reactions, intimidation or flirtation. She didn't get either from Merrick, which left her curious about him. Logging into the department’s database she typed in his name. “Boivin, Merrick.” Immediately his information came up.

  Merrick William Boivin

  Address: 4210 West 5th Avenue

  DOB: November 28, 1984

  Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois.

  Marital Status: Single

  Parents: Deceased

  Siblings: 2

  There was a plethora of information on him but her basic questions were answered. The rest can be explored at a later time.

  With her curiosity satisfied she could get back to work. Just then the E-mail notification popped up on the corner. She opened it to find an E-mail from Brian

  Morning Mya,

  It’s been a tiring day. I will be down to see you in 10 minutes, we can walk out together. Karen just informed me that a detective was here to see me. I will be meeting with him late tomorrow afternoon. Will you be attending?

  -Brian

  As she read the E-mail she wondered if it was the best choice to attend. It wasn't really debatable although she briefly pretended it was. She had to attend. Her response was brief

  I’ll be in my office. Yes, I will attend.

  M

  The minute she pressed send, her office phone rang. She picked up the receiver and heard Karen’s voice on the line, “Ms. Anderson, you have a call from the deputy mayor.”

  Are you serious it's the end of the fucking day.“ Karen I’m i
n the middle of something right now, make an appointment for a conference call tomorrow, oh and go home.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” She put down the receiver down and decided to call it a day.”

  The next day Merrick got to the office earlier than usual. He called Chris in so they could recap the congressman’s case. It wouldn't be long before the press got a hold of it.

  “So, what have we got?” I’m meeting with A.D.A Smith and Ms. District Attorney Anderson later today”, Chris laughed, “oh so you met Anderson? Hot piece of ass isn’t she? She’s a ballbuster though and a dyke I think. Except for that affair she had with the former D.A. a few years back.”

  Merrick was not amused. It bothered him hearing Chris refer to Mya that way but he wasn't sure why. Nonetheless, Chris’s comment piqued his interest. “What affair?”

  “Rumor has it that she slept with the former D.A. when she was an intern or assistant D.A. or something. His wife found them fucking in the copy room one night. There was a big fight and it ended in divorce. He stepped down and Anderson was appointed. Her father is a senator somewhere…California I think. It wreaked havoc on his campaign at the time the whole issue was news for a hot minute.”

  Merrick took the information from Chris like a grain of salt. He learned a long time ago that men liked to gossip a whole like more than women especially when pussy was involved. He decided to slightly segue the subject.

  “Thanks for the heads up by the way, when you said Anderson I assumed you meant a man.

  “Oh shit, really? How did that go? I bet your fucking jaw dropped when you saw her fine ass. Man! That bitch has a nice rack. Some of the guys from the department go see her whenever she’s in court just to watch her sweet ass walk back fourth. She’s been here two years and no ones seen her with a guy.

  I guess she fucked the DA to climb the cooperate ladder a little quicker then went back to carpet munching. Can’t say I blame the old D.A., fine bitches make it hard to work literally. Why is it the fine bitches that like to eat each other’s pussies?

  Oh, the captain is all over this he wants a briefing. The chief was here yesterday when you were at the D.A.’s office with Ms. Anderson.”

  Getting up from his desk Chris grabbed the file and handed it to Merrick. “Here’s what we got so far. You might want to read this before you brief the captain. I got Jeff in IT to pull the Congressman’s bank statements, E-mails and social media accounts yesterday, turns out he’s into some kinky shit. He was E-mailing someone for the past two months. Jeff is still going through the E-mails. He’ll have the phone records by this afternoon.” The office started to fill with people. They were discussing the case for two hours.

  Grabbing the file, Merrick headed over to his office to process all the information Chris just piled on. It was getting loud at Chris’s desk.

  Walking into his office he pulled off his jacket and closed the door shut behind him just as he sat down his phone rang. It was the medical examiner.

  He finished a preliminary examination of the congressman’s body. That's another stop to make today before the meeting at the D.A.’s office.

  His mind strayed momentarily to Mya. I wonder if she will be at the meeting. He wanted to know more about her. She was definitely on his to do list. She seemed cold and unobtainable a workaholic… if there was any basis to what Chris said she might be into older men. So she would be a challenge. This should be interesting…

  Merrick familiarized himself with the congressman’s life in 30 minutes flat. He seemed like a decent enough man but the word decent and politician didn't fit in the same sentence. He obviously made some enemies. Based on the way he was killed this was personal. He fucked someone over and they took revenge.

  That's the strange thing about revenge it comes when you least expect it sometimes…most times. What’s fucked about this is the potential long list of suspects.

  Anyone from a family member to a jaded ex or political rival was a probable suspect. On the upside of this at least he gets to work closely with the D.A.s office and the bodacious Mya in particular.

  Since meeting her yesterday it’s been hell trying to concentrate. I’ll have to see Elizabeth later to release some of this tension. Just then he heard a familiar voice. “Mr. Boivin sorry to interrupt.” He looked up from his computer to see the object of his frustration Mya standing in front of his desk.

  What the fuck was she doing here? How did she get in without him hearing? …Shit. Must play it off. “Ms. Anderson, what a pleasant surprise. I’m sorry did I forget our meeting time?” He could’ve sworn Karen said it was later this afternoon. No fucking way he’d get that wrong.

  Mya, looked flustered. Damn she was sexy. She was not a patient person. After sorting through more tedious E-mails and meeting with Brian last night she went home and got little sleep as usual. Thoughts of Merrick kept her awake among other things.

  Chapter 4

  When she got to work she decided to come down to the station and see the captain. She knew the M.E. pretty well so when he called Brian to give him a heads up about the congressman’s preliminary exam she decided to come down herself.

  That was of course an excuse to see Merrick although she denied it vehemently to herself. This is business. How dare he assume that she was here to see him?

  “Lieutenant hello again, if memory serves me correctly, the meeting you have with ADA Smith isn’t until later this afternoon. I’m actually here to see Captain Barlow and the M.E. my office got a call that the preliminary exam was completed.”

  She was purposely condescending. The last thing she wanted was Merrick making any assumptions about why she was there.

  Merrick noticed everything, including the slight annoyance in her tone. She was almost defensive. He smiled inwardly; she liked him or at the very least found him attractive.

  Standing up he closed the gap between them in two strides and stood next to her probably a little too close. He stared into her eyes deliberately. “Well Ms. Anderson you walked into my office. I would say that my assumption wasn't that far fetched. You see that is my name on the door.”

  Fuck! What now? She walked into the station past every single person that she could’ve asked for help if she needs any including the captain’s office.

  The excuse that she didn't see anyone wouldn't work. He was peering at her with the most intense blue eyes she had ever seen. Taking a step back she, stuttered …something she never does.

  “Well.um…detective since I was already in the building I wanted to see you to apologize for my behavior earlier. I was a little swamped but that was no excuse for blowing you off…. What I meant was I didn't want to see you I just thought I should since I was going to be here anyway.”

  What the fuck did she just allow out of her mouth? It sounded like a blatant lie. It was thin but she didn't really have an excuse for barging into his office without knocking.

  OK that was half true. When the ME called to inform her office about the congressman’s examine she offered to come down herself especially when Clyde mentioned that he would be meeting with detective Boivin shortly.

  It took a lot of will power for him not to laugh. She looked ravishing standing there lying in his face and making excuses. He had two choices, both call her story the steaming pile of bullshit that it obviously was or let her off the hook and be flattered that she was making excuses to see him. So she was interested what a relief. He chose the latter.

  “Ms. Anderson, I appreciate your apology and thank you. I didn't take it offensively I understand that you are a busy woman. So how about we start over”, he asked holding out his hand.

  Mya looked at his hand, it was large she wondered how they would feel on her body. Shaking off the thought, she responded, “I’m sorry detective, I don't want to seem rude yet again but I don't shake hands…with anyone.”

  “Well would you like to hug on it instead Ms. Anderson?” He smiled devilishly. Mya was flabbergasted. How could she respond to that? “Um…I…don’t hug eithe
r.”

  Realizing that she was disconcerted by the tell tale stammering he offered a reprieve; he walked to his desk and grabbed his coat. “It was a joke Ms. Anderson and for the record, rude is not the word I would use to describe you.”

  Opening the door to his office he gestured for her to walk ahead of him. “After you, I’ll take you to the captain or would you prefer to head to the M.E. first? Lady’s choice of course.”

  Still recovering from his “Hug” comment Mya decided it was best to walk ahead and catch her bearings before answering. When she walked into his office he was wearing a fitted short sleeve shirt that showed his muscular physique.

  When he suggested they hug she actually considered what his arms would feel like wrapped around her. What the fuck was she doing? She almost agreed to it.