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  “It’s quite alright lieutenant it’s our business to know who’s who regardless of their cover. We had a conference call with the deputy mayor and the senior agent in charge they briefed us about the parameters of your business here and the need for discretion”, Smith made a genuine attempt to ease the tension.

  Chapter 7

  Mya sat down on the chair facing the couch. It was deliberate she almost sat on the couch but redirected when she saw Merricks jacket.

  “Well now that's out of the way we can get down to the reason you are here”, Brian gestured toward the couch and sat on the other chair giving Merrick the couch for himself.

  “Excuse me gentlemen, I have some paperwork to go over I’ll let you two talk.” When she got up from her seat Merrick watched her walk away. Brian watched him closely. That was the normal reaction men had around Mya so he wasn't surprised.

  Moments later Karen knocked on the door with Merrick’s coffee. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Merrick here is your coffee, I’m sorry for the wait but we were all out so I had to brew a fresh pot.” Her voice was apologetic.

  As she handed him the coffee she exchanged guilty glances with Brian. Merrick took note. There was obviously something going on between them, he looked over at Mya but she was heavily preoccupied with paperwork or at least appeared that way.

  “Would you like a cup of coffee Brian?” Purposely avoiding eye contact with Karen he declined but thanked her for offering. She walked out closing the door behind her.

  Brian and Merrick spoke for an hour or so. They agreed to keep in close contact regarding the investigation into congressman Macalister’s death.

  By the end they seemed comfortable with each other. Mya listened to the chatter from her desk. She felt eyes on her many times but never looked up.

  It was fresh hell for Merrick to keep his focus on Brian and not look at Mya but he had a job to do and he certainly didn't want to give away anything to Brian. They were there until 7:00 pm, Karen came in and said good night an hour ago but no one really noticed the time.

  It wasn't until Mya got up from her seat and grabbed her bag that Brian looked at his Rolex. “Shit! He exclaimed I have to go meet the fiancé for dinner.”

  “Merrick, it was good talking to you let’s do it again soon I mean like everyday until we solve this”. Reaching into his pocket he handed him a business card.

  “Just give me a call before you stop by. Of course if I’m not available you can call Karen to make an appointment.” He said his goodbyes to Mya and left quickly leaving Mya and Merrick alone.

  Merrick walked over to the door and watched Mya grab her coat. He noticed that she purposely averted her eyes. I’ll have none of that now that we are alone again.

  “So, Ms. Anderson is it uncommon for the D.A. to have dinner with a “cop”?

  Mya looked at him and smiled. “I wouldn't know lieutenant I’ll ask a D.A and a cop when I get a chance.” Her derision made him smile. Normally he hated that shit in his women.

  What the fuck? Your woman? Pump your breaks, she’s not yours just yet, and it’s slim to none that she will ever be.

  “You aren’t much for subtlety huh? Ok. Well I didn't have lunch today so I’m starved, would you like to join me for dinner? Assuming you don’t already have plans.”

  She responded without thinking, “Well…As it turns out I don't have plans so yes, I’ll join you for dinner”, it was the truth she hadn’t really eaten much at lunch and was feeling hungrier than usual.

  Merrick hid his delight. As they walked out of he office he held the door, “After you Mya.” It was the first time he used her name and hearing him say it made her feel uneasy but she didn't let it show.

  Chapter 8

  The drive to the restaurant was cordial. They talked about the horrendous traffic, and decided on a place to eat. They settled on a the upscale Aurora Bar & Grill near Parke Avenue. Since his arrival several weeks ago it became his favorite place. The atmosphere was friendly and the food was superb.

  He figured it would make a good first impression on Mya. He parked and walked around to get the door for her. In true Mya fashion, she had already grabbed the door handle and was about to open the door herself.

  Merrick laughed inwardly, he didn't expect anything less from her. She obviously wasn’t accustomed to going on dates. Opening the door he held out his hand to help her out of the car fully expecting her to decline, to his surprise she allowed it.

  The feel of her hand in his sent a jolt through her body and his. They both felt it and this time it was obvious. Merrick held onto her hand a lot longer than necessary before letting it go. He noticed her hand began to tremble.

  When he released it he noted that she balled it into a fist at her side. What the hell, why is she so uncomfortable and trembling? Maybe I can delve into that during dinner. He held the door to the restaurant and they walked in.

  The maître d noticed Merrick and seated them right away. When they reached the table Merrick pulled the chair out for Mya. She was gracious about it, allowing him to help her remove her coat and hand it to the maître d along with his. “Ill send your server right over Merrick.’”

  “Thanks Nick”

  “I take it you come here often lieutenant,” her tone was cool.

  “Yes, I do and Mya, you can call me Merrick. Neither of us are at work right now.” He did it again…said her name knocking the wind out of her.

  “Duly noted, Lieutenant…I mean…Merrick.” She still wouldn't look at him. Finally, damn that sounded sweet at least I got her say my name and it only took two fucking days. He sat down across from her.

  The tables were cozily sized which meant they weren’t too far apart. He could reach out and touch her if he wanted. The waiter came over with menus and wine.

  “Compliments of the house.” He said, as he placed two crystal champagne glasses in front of them and poured until each glass was full. He left the bottle in the middle of the table.

  Giving them his most courteous smile he could muster, he went down the list of specials. Mya opted for the grilled salmon and Merrick ordered the braised quail with wild mushrooms.

  After the waiter left Mya finally looked at Merrick and smiled before speaking, “So Merrick now that you have me all to yourself what would you like to talk about?”

  He glared at her momentarily before answering. That was a loaded question. If he had her all to himself they certainly wouldn't be talking that's for sure.

  If he didn't know better it would appear that she was flirting with him. Not a good idea at all. He had no problem taking her to the bathroom and fucking her into a stupor right now. These past two days had been stressful for both of them and they both needed some release.

  What he really wanted to say was, If I wanted to talk I would have dinner with one of my sisters, I want you ass up head down now on my bed…Cool it… All in time…

  He smiled, that wicked smile that said more than words ever could. It told her that what he was thinking certainly wasn't G rated. She had seen it since they met yesterday during all of their interactions.

  “Well, Mya I would like to know more about you anything you would like to volunteer. Is there a Mr. Mya at home or a potential one? I ask because I’m strangely attracted to you and I think you feel the same way about me but you go to extremes to hide it.”

  Oh shit, yep you just said that.

  Again with the shock and awe. She certainly wasn’t expecting that. Fuck it she thought, Ill bite.

  “To answer your first question, No there is no Mr. Mya at home or a potential Mr. Mya in the works. As to your next statement, I find you intriguing but black holes, unicorns and big foot also intrigue me.”

  “Do any of those things make you tremble?”, he quickly retorted.

  Her response was just as quick, “I work a lot Merrick, I don't have time for a social life, and I never had. As I already told you, I don't shake hands so when you touched me it was a bit of a shock.”

  Nice d
eflection he thought. “Well I guess that's understandable but… I still think you like me.” He smiled.

  Damn him and that fucking smile. She decided not to answer keenly aware that no answer was an answer. They stared at each other neither backing down.

  The waiter came and broke their tension placing the meals in front of them. “Enjoy, your meals please let me know if you would like to see the desert menu afterwards.”

  They ate in complete edgy silence and then declined desert. They both however, agreed to more champagne. When Mya attempted to pay for the meal, Merrick told the maître d to put it on his tab.

  He offered to see her home afterward and she hesitantly allowed it but only because he insisted. They had downed two bottles of champagne and he didn't want to put her in a cab. He left his car parked at the restaurant. It wasn't far from his place so he could easily pick it up the next day.

  The cab ride was silent the only time Mya spoke was to tell the cab driver her address. When they arrived Merrick asked the driver to wait so he could see Mya safely inside.

  She stumbled a bit but he managed to keep her steady. When they reached her front door she dropped her keys. Merrick picked them up and opened the door for her.

  When she nearly stumbled through the door he caught her, picking her up in one swift motion and carried her to the couch. She was passed out by the time he put her down. He looked at her and smiled. Soon Mya but not tonight. He turned and left shutting the door behind him.

  The next day, Mya sent Merrick a text thanking him for dinner and for getting her home safely. He replied, with three words, “My Pleasure, Mya”.

  When she read it her heart skipped a beat even via text he affected her. In the days that followed Mya purposely stayed clear of him. They went about their days as usual.

  He actively investigated the congressman’s murder and reported to Brian via E-mail or phone call. She performed her job as D.A. as effortlessly as usual. Meanwhile they longed to see each other.

  One Friday after work, she decided to head to the Aurora Bar and Grill for a nightcap which turned out to be a huge mistake. One drink led to another then before she knew it she was downing whiskey shooters.

  The bartender who doubled as the maître d during regular hours recognized her and called Merrick.

  After getting in from work Merrick made plans to see Elizabeth. He wanted Mya but the wait was killing him. The forced celibacy was cruel and unusual punishment for a man like him.

  He was a virile man accustomed to fucking at least three times a day. Since meeting Mya that had dropped to zero. Fucking Elizabeth lost its appeal. He did let her suck his cock a few times but that wasn't satisfying. It was more for her benefit than his.

  He found himself making excuses not to fuck her but he threw in the towel tonight. After a quick shower he got dressed to head to her place. He grabbed a handful of condoms shoved them in his jacket pocket.

  Just as he was about to grab a bottle of wine from the fridge his cell rang. He picked up to find a vaguely familiar voice on the line.

  “Hey Merrick, you know that lovely lady you were with the other day?”

  It took him a minute to realize it was Nick from the Aurora.

  “Hey, Nick what’s up? Yeah, Mya why what’s up?” He felt a twinge of panic at the though of something being wrong with her.

  “Well that depends, she’s been here for a few hours and I think maybe she’s had enough to drink.”

  “I’ll be there in 10 keep an eye on her.”

  “Will do Merrick.”

  Grabbing his keys and coat he headed out the door.

  Chapter 9

  During. When he arrived at the bar he spotted her immediately. This wasn’t what he expected. She was sitting at the bar tossing back whiskey shots like there was no tomorrow.

  With each shot she slammed the shot glass face down on the bar. He watched from a distance. She held her own with the men that gathered around waiting to see which one would get lucky. But she never wavered. After a few minutes he decided she had enough.

  He walked over to where she was sitting, disregarding her gaggle of admirers. She was in the middle of her tenth or so shot of whiskey according to Nick. By the time she tossed her head back and forward again he was there.

  “Merrick, what a pleasant surprise” she said playfully, “Would you like one?” She poured the brown liquor and handed him the glass before he could reply. He regarded her briefly and accepted the glass but put it down. Reaching out his hand to help her up he replied,

  “Let me take you home, it’s late.” To his surprise she acquiesced not in words but actions. Disregarding his outreached hand she got up and walked pass him.

  He reached into his pocket pulled out a wad of bills unpeeled several crisp $50’s and threw them on the bar giving Nick a nod and an extra $100 for the heads up.

  By the time he caught up to her she was outside stumbling toward a vehicle. He grabbed her around the waist as she lost her footing. She inhaled sharply.

  The feel of his hand on her bare skin caught her by surprise the sensation left her feeling instantly sober. Her reaction didn’t go unnoticed. It caught him off guard also.

  Her skin was so soft...instinctively his thumb began to gently caress her spine. Although the smell of alcohol was pungent on her, her sweet scent lingered just beneath.

  He inhaled deeply savoring the feel of her in his arms and the cock stirring scent he just couldn’t make out. His cock grew hard instantly. He reached for the passenger door and paused as he noticed her breathing changed. It was slow and deep…She was sound asleep. He smiled and shook his head. Wow, she is hammered but still fucking gorgeous.

  Opening the passenger door of his black Audi A8, he gently placed her on the seat securing the seat belt; he realized her dress had hiked up far above her thigh.

  He got a full view of her bare pussy…the sight made hos mouth water and his already stiffening cock grew instantly hard. Adjusting his cock to the right, he thought, Fuck! It’s going to be a long night.

  He closed the passenger door and had a conscience crisis, where should I take her? My place is an extremely bad idea….Fuck it, my place it is. At least you can keep an eye in here. His cock agreed. Traffic was on his side all green lights all the way. He arrived home quickly.

  Pulling into the garage he glanced over at her and she was still sound asleep. She stirred, good he thought she still alive. Now comes the really hard part, getting her out of the car, onto the couch without touching her.

  Breathing heavily Merrick sighed and reached for the door. What the fuck did I get myself into? Frustrated both sexually and mentally. He walked around to the passenger door to retrieve the object of his bane; the 5’8” tall, raven haired, violet eyed, sharp-tongued District Attorney.

  He opened the door; careful to avert his eyes and reached for her dress quickly pulling it down. The sight of her bare pussy was too tempting and distracting. Removing his jacket he draped it over her and lifted her into his arms, closing the door with his foot.

  She was lighter than he remembered, her head rested on his shoulder. Her breathing was still remarkably slow and steady. He was thankful that she was still asleep; he was spared the sting of her sharp tongue or her deafening silence for the moment.

  Had she awoken it would’ve undoubtedly been… well it would’ve been a lot harder getting her to comply.

  Walking past the living room he went up the stairs to the bedroom. His bedroom. Placing her on the bed, he got to work. He removed her shoes and tossed them across the room revealing well-manicured feet.

  Moving up her long shapely legs he stopped at the hem of her dress. The sight of her bare pussy flashed into his head. Yeah right, like it ever left.

  His dick twitched uncomfortably in his sweats pants. What are you doing, Merrick? Stop staring at her; she’s unconscious for God’s sake! You've never taken a woman against her will not even a stunningly beautiful one. Oh, and just in case you have any misgivings. She�
�s the fucking D.A. and you are an F.B.I agent. They will put your ass deep under the jail.

  That familiar dual frustration began creeping in again. Jerking off in the shower seemed like the order of the night. Fuck it, the dress will have to stay on, it’s safer that way for both of them.

  He yanked the cover over her glorious body in frustration. She stirred softly moaning in unconscious approval.

  Not knowing how much longer he could restrain himself from climbing into bed next to her, he left. Taking one final glance at her before heading to the shower.