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  ‘This is bullshit’, he thought! You get her alone in your home and in your bed and she’s too fucking drunk to do a damn thing. Maybe a nice cold shower will slate this lust.

  Quickly removing his shirt, he tugged the strings of his sweatpants letting them fall into a pool around his feet. His erect cock sprung free. “Looks like it’s you and Mr. Palmer again tonight bud.”

  Grabbing his cock with one hand he rubbed around the massive head gently almost apologetically. A poor substitute for the shapely Ms. Mya, he thought.

  Turning around he stepped into the shower and turned the cold water on allowing it to shock the passion from his mind and body. That wasn't enough to douse the passion he had for the lovely Ms. DA.

  Thoughts of her bare snatch plagued his mind. Fuck! This woman has me going crazy. After a few minutes he turned the hot water on letting the warm mixture sooth the previous sting.

  The water finally did the job of calming his mind and he decided against jerking off. Quickly showering he turned the water off. I should probably check on the intoxicated D.A.

  Stepping out of the marble shower he grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his muscular waist and walked toward the bathroom door. Still soaking wet, he reached for the handle swinging the door open with one swift motion.

  What he saw stopped him in his tracks. She was awake. Sitting up on the bed looking doe eyed and confused. Caution was definitely in order.

  “Mya, you’re awake how are you feeling”? He asked walking slowly toward the bed. When she didn't answer he stopped midway. “Mya, are you ok? Do you know where you are or who I am?” The last thing he needed was a hysterical District Attorney crying rape or something of that ilk.

  She was unable to speak, her throat felt dry and suddenly her mouth filled up with saliva leaving her able to answer only in gestures. Her eyes widened as she felt the knotting in her stomach, she pointed toward what she assumed was the bathroom.

  Sensing what was about to happen Merrick closed the gap between him and the bed, pulled the cover off and swept Mya into his arms. In his haste the towel dropped from his waist to the floor but there was no time. Mya’s face turned pale and he had to get her to the bathroom before she puked.

  He managed to make it to the bathroom in the nick of time. Gently placing her on the floor by the toilet he lifted the seat and position her head over the bowl as the contents of her stomach emptied into the toilet.

  Merrick sat down beside her quickly sweeping her hair back and holding it with one hand while helping to stabilize her head over the toilet with the other.

  He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Here she was literally spilling her guts out into his toilet and all he could think about was how glad he was that she was at his home with him even if it was under this regrettable circumstance.

  Once the retching stopped, Mya could finally speak, “Merrick, where the hell am I?” Suppressing the urge to laugh he retorted, “On my bathroom floor, don't worry you are safe”.

  Yeah barely, your safe because you are drunk, if you weren’t drunk I would have your sweet ass in the air and we would be naked in bed fucking or fucking all over my apartment and lets not forget your smart mouth, well that would be filled with my cock. The thought went to his loins and suddenly he remembered he was naked. Oh shit! How the fuck do I explain this? Glancing around the bathroom he spotted a clean pair of boxers. Now he had to find a way to get them before she noticed his current situation. A distraction.

  “You got some of that on your dress and in your hair, he said pointing to the vomit. She looked down barely able to keep her eyes open. The last thing she remembered was a strong arm grabbing her.

  Merrick sat on the floor watching Mya, making sure she didn't keel over and hit her head on the toilet. When she began to sway he was able to catch her.

  Shit, Finally. Placing down on the floor, Merrick got up and grabbed his shorts and put them on. Looking over at Mya, he decided she would definitely need to get out of that dress. Reaching down he turned the bath on letting it fill up with warm water.

  This is a bad idea but I’ve got to clean her up. Checking the temperature of the water with his hand, he got up and opened the small cabinet next to the tub that contained some fresh towels.

  Walking over to where he left Mya safely on the ground, he bent down picking her up. When they reached the bathtub he put her down so her body was leaning fully on his. He grabbed the hem of the dress and swooped it off her body in one movement. He didn't look at her.

  Now she was naked in his arms. He held her for a minute enjoying the feel of her nakedness in his arms reminding himself to keep his hands above the waist. Ok…enough if that shit time to get her cleaned up and safely back into bed.

  Picking her up he placed her slowly into the water, she moaned as the water engulfed her body. Now Ill look. How else am I supposed to get her clean? I have to look now. Looking down at the specimen in the water, Merrick’s cock stood up at full attention.

  Fucking hell she was beautiful. The water filled up between her plump breasts bringing his attention to two fully erect pink nipples poking up above the water.

  His eyes traveled down further taking advantage of the full frontal view, her flat stomach, bare pussy, and long legs. Of course his eyes stopped there at her center...He wanted to touch it, spread the lips expose the clit.

  Lick, suck and nibble on it until she begged him to stop. Then he would… You didn't fill the tub up too high on purpose and you know it.

  Damn, what a view.

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  Grabbing the soap he began washing the night’s events off her. Beginning with her small shoulders and working his way down all the way to her feet. Stretching the limits of his will power he concentrated on the task at hand.

  Never in his life did he ever have to bathe an unconscious woman, especially a dangerously beautiful one. She was so delicate in this state, the polar opposite of the woman he met a month ago.

  He liked this side of her, the vulnerable side. Once he was finished he opened the drain releasing the water. Placing the soap down, he reached for the showerhead and rinsed the glorious body before him.

  She began to stir. Fuck this shit; get her as into bed before you do something else stupid. He snatched the oversized plush cotton towel off the rack next to the tub in frustration and draped it over her body. Picking her up he took he back to his bedroom and deposited her on the bed.

  Turning around he went to the large chest of drawers and retrieved a white cotton tee shirt. It would be large on her small frame but it will have to do. I’ll toss her dress into the washing machine on a delicate cycle then hang it out to air dry that way it will be clean in the morning.

  Walking back over to the bed he was glad to find that she hadn’t moved. She was still sound asleep. Inhaling sharply he wondered what happened that made her get to this drunken state. An old boyfriend?

  The thought of another man annoyed him more than he wanted to admit. Family? Yeah, family was a better option. Although he didn’t recall any pictures of anyone in her office. Or maybe it was the case the murder was taking a toll on the department. No clues. No Motives. No Evidence.

  The killer did an exceptional job covering their tracks. Running his hands through his hair in frustration he sat on the edge of the bed contemplating his next course of action. Ok, lets make this quick. Slowly removing the towel from her outstretched body. Out of the water he was able to get the full picture.

  She was even more ravishing lying naked in his bed. Creamy unblemished skin except for a small scar near left side if her pelvic area. And her pussy… so fucking distracting there for the taking. But not now. Soon.

  He vowed to have her writhing under him…. above him, on her knees in front of him swallowing his cock…Fuck. Shaking his head in a futile effort to shake the images from his mind.

  He noticed her nipples were still hard; she must be cold. Ok, that's enough, get the fucking shirt on her and stop ga
wking. Your will power is slipping.

  He took the shirt and began working it over her head and under her shoulder blades, he stopped to sit her up briefly and placed each arm into the sleeves, she didn't even stir as he finished.

  Raising her hips her pulled the shirt down past her perfect ass then pulled the goose down white overstuffed comforter over her body. Walking around to the other side of the bed, he wondered if it was wise to sleep next to her.

  He convinced himself that it was for her wellbeing. She was intoxicated and she could need to throw up again or heaven forbid fall off the bed in the middle of the night and end up with a concussion.

  How would that look? Rushing her to the hospital drunk and bleeding from the dead. That would be bad for everyone especially her. Fuck it, its not like you are fourteen, you can control yourself in bed next to a drunken woman. This woman especially. When he reached the other side of the bed he pulled the cover back and climbed in. It is going to be a long ass night he thought.

  Reaching for his phone on the mahogany nightstand next to him, he checked his texts. There were several from Elizabeth

  8:46 pm- Hey baby, guess what I’m wearing tonight? Or rather NOT wearing? Are you still coming over?

  9:15 pm - Babe, are you coming over tonight or what? Let me know.

  9:28 pm – Call me when you get this.

  9:45 pm –Merrick, babe where are you? I’m home all night just come by.

  Deleting each text as he read it. A scowl came over his face. One thing he hated was a needy bitch. And Elizabeth was beginning to annoy him. All these fucking text messages. Putting his cell down he returned his attention to Mya. She stirred and rolled over onto her side facing him. Good, she is alive and well.

  He glanced over at his cell again, it was already 3am and he was exhausted. Stretching out onto his back he decided it was safer for then both if he just stared at the white ceiling. Thoughts of Mya the beautiful barely dressed woman next to him played in his head. Turning onto his side he faced her, and before long lustful thoughts turned to slumber.

  It was almost noon the next day when he opened his eyes again. He was pleased to see Mya’s face still asleep next to him. She stayed in the same position he left her in early this morning, on her side facing him.

  Resisting the urge to reach out and caress her face he climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The morning hardness was aching in his boxers… he had to take a serious piss. Yeah, like that's the only reason your cock hurts.

  In the bathroom, Merrick found a clean pair of lounge pants and pulled them on over his boxers. Then he headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. Cooking was one of his favorite hobbies next to fucking.

  He prepared egg whites with vegetables-green peppers, spinach and vine ripened tomatoes, smoked Alaska salmon, whole grain toast and fresh fruit-Fuji apples, cantaloupe and clementines.

  The coffee he put to brew when he got to the kitchen finished as soon and he plated Myas’ tray. He poured a cup and added it to the tray along with two Aspirin and headed up to his room. She was awake sitting up in bed when he got there. “Morning, you are awake. How are feeling? I made breakfast and coffee.”

  Mya woke up feeling like hammered shit. She had a splitting headache and all the tell tale symptoms of a hangover. The previous night came rushing back.

  She was absolutely mortified. Not only did she get wasted in public but also she ended up the one place she didn't want to be. She looked around the room. It was huge and well furnished. At least he had taste. It looked nothing like a bachelor pad. It was clean, neat and smelled nice. Not to mention well organized. With the exception of her shoes on the floor there was nothing out of place.

  She was getting up to use the restroom when he came in…shirtless. Merrick. Good morning or afternoon. I feel like crap. Looking down at his shirt she glanced over at the bed. Her face overwrought with worry.

  Merrick observed her actions and knew exactly what was wrong. Putting the tray down on the bed, he reassured her, “Mya, nothing happened. I picked you up from the Aurora and brought you here. You vomited so I had to clean you up and put your dress in the wash. That's why you are wearing my shirt. We slept, that's all.” She breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Thank you, Merrick…for everything… can I use your restroom?”

  “Of course its right through that door and your dress is hung up in there, it should be dry by now.” She smiled and walked to the bathroom closing the door.

  Merrick took the tray over to the seating area on the other side of his room. He ate there often while watching television or working. When Mya came out of the bathroom she was wearing her dress.

  He waited for her to come over before he started eating. The food looked delicious. She sat down silently thanking him for the meal. Her head hurt like hell but she couldn’t take the aspirin on the tray on a empty stomach she took a bite of the toast and sip of coffee.

  The aroma was decadent. Merrick regarded her as she ate. She was more relaxed and comfortable. To his surprise she ate everything then took the two aspirin. She complimented him on the meal and they chatted idly about whole foods and fresh organic ingredients. The tension between them slowly dissipated.

  By the time they finished breakfast they were laughing and talking like they've know each other a long time. When she was ready to go he dropped her home and kissed her on the cheek. It was all very friendly. Later that evening she looked at her cell while cleaning up and saw a text from Merrick. It was one word, “Dinner?”

  Chapter 11

  More. She read the one word text from him and smiled. One fucking word? Really? She thought. Sure, When, Where? She typed and hit send. His response was immediate. My place, @ 7. Is there anything in particular “the lady” would like for dinner? She read his response and laughed out loud. She typed, ‘Yes the “lady” is partial to seafood as I‘m sure you are aware of.

  Again his response was immediate, As “the lady” wishes, don't be late . She stared at the text and contemplated her response, after what seems like a long time she decided no response was best and headed to the shower.

  After reading the text from Mya, Merrick stood in from of his refrigerator with the door opened and frowning. He was missing almost all of the ingredients to prepare the seafood Alfred he thought she would love.

  Grabbing his coat and keys he headed out the door to the farmers market. It took him 45 minutes to pick up the ingredients including the red wine. He was nervous a strange sensation for him but Mya, managed to bring that useless emotion out in him.

  He returned home with plenty of time to cook. She arrived right on time. The food was prepared and the wine was chilled, he even had enough time to freshen up. He opened the door and greeted her with a smile, “Mya, I’m glad you could make it come in.”

  She smiled back and walked. The smell of fresh thyme and basil filled the air. She loved the smell of fresh herbs. It was a long time since she smelled it in anyone’s home other than her own. “Thank you for inviting me Merrick.”

  She removed her coat and handed it to him. To his delight she was wearing a black strapless cocktail dress. It was form fitting and revealed her luscious curves. He was dressed casually in a fitted denim shirt and slacks. She felt overdressed.

  He took her hand and led her to the dining room. The feel of his hand still made her tremble but she didn't mind right now. He took her over to the impressive mahogany dining table. It was already set for two.

  With two covered dishes, a bottle of red wine and two lit candles. Pulling out the chair he gestured for her to sit down so she complied. He sat in the seat directly across from her and poured the wine.

  “To friendship without handshakes”, he laughed and so did she. “To friendship without handshakes”, she repeated” and they toasted. The wine was sweet red, which happened to be her favorite; it was also perfect with seafood.

  He reached over and removed the cover from the plate revealing the seafood Alfredo with a side of herbed sockey
e salmon. “As the lady requested, seafood…well seafood Alfredo anyway with fresh herbs, parmesan cheese and sockeye salmon enjoy.”

  Mya was impressed. There was something appealing about a man who could throw down in the kitchen. Merrick continued to astonish her. She took another sip of wine, which was actually more of a gulp. It went straight to her head. She hadn’t eaten since brunch earlier with Merrick and here she was again enjoying a deliciously prepared dinner with him. Twice in one day, admit it…you like him. Merrick looked up from his meal and noticed her glass was empty so he refilled it.

  “So do you mind if we continued the previous conversation from our last dinner together”?

  She looked up from her meal and gave him a flirtatious smile.

  “Of course not Merrick, shoot.”

  “How is your family? Parents? Siblings?”

  “My… father…. Is… Joshua Reed he’s a senator in California and my mother is a pediatrician also in California. I communicate with my mom everyday, as for siblings I’m an only child. How about you?”