Defending Pacer - Hamilton T. J. - Страница 2
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“I understand that you’re associated with …” She runs her finger along the page. “Legano Holdings?” She sounds so official every time she mentions the word ‘associate’. Which has been four times. I counted. It sounded hot every time.
I laugh. “Yeah, I work for my Uncle. You understand what that means, Chelsea?” I like the sound of her name rolling off my tongue; it’s not the only thing of her that I want rolling off my tongue.
She’s so straight—she’s starting to blush. I bet she’s never met anyone like me before, and I know she wants me to bend her over her desk. “I do some of the dirty work when things need cleaning up. Sometimes there are casualties. The city can be a dirty place, you know.”
Her eyes flash up to me when I laugh. “Are you disclosing to me that you did kill Sean Collins, Mr Fratelli?”
“It’s Pacer.”
She blushes again and clears her throat. “Pacer, I think we’ll leave that confession off-record.” She takes hold of the recorder and deletes the last conversation with the press of a button. “We should start again. Maybe it’s best if you miss some parts out, okay? As in, less is more right now.”
“Are you asking me not to tell you the truth? You are my barrister, aren’t you?”
Looking down at her file, she starts writing notes, not looking up again until she finally speaks. “Is there anyone else that you were with the night of Sean Collins’ murder? Someone who can testify that you were with them?”
I chuckle as I pull one of my gloves off to search my coat pocket for a cigar. “I could have been with any number of people. How many do you need?”
She stops writing and starts biting on the end of her pen again. I can see through the glass top desk that her legs are squeezed, tightly together. She shifts again and the leather underneath her ass squeaks. It’s hot, and makes me want to just touch her tight ass.
I wish you would stop doing that, honeybee.
I twist in my chair subtly as the beat of my heart thumps in my ears. Finding the cigar, I pull it out and grab the cigar cutter. Rolling the cutter along the edge, I trim the end of the cigar, ready to smoke it as soon as I’m out of this meeting. Sucking on the end of the cigar to seal it again, I throw the cutter back in my pocket. As I look up, I catch her eyes on me before she quickly pulls them away.
Were you just watching me?
She makes a funny sound with her throat before she speaks, “So the vessel that Sean Collins was found on belonged to you, is that correct?”
She needs to loosen up a bit.
“Do you go out on boats, Chelsea? You look like a girl who likes boats,” I try to sound as casual as possible, but even I can hear the heat in my voice.
Her eyes flick to me, but her head doesn’t move. I tilt a bit, to see her expression better. She breathes a little heavier.
Did that excite you, honeybee?
Clearing her throat again, she adjusts in her chair. “Let’s go over the last time you saw Sean alive. You told police that you were having dinner in Bondi. Tell me about that night.”
She holds her pen in hand, waiting to scribe my words, not budging from her professional performance. That’s all it is —a performance. I can see through it. The light pink blush across her cheeks tells me that she doesn’t know what to do with my advances, or she actually likes it. Both equally excite me. Either way, I’ll win.
“Or are you a beach girl? I like both.” I do all I can to keep the conversation going in the direction I want. “We have such a beautiful harbour, and the beaches make Sydney, don’t they? We’re lucky to live here. Did you grow up in Sydney?”
I hear her swallow from my seat.
“Pacer. Sorry, but we’re here to discuss your case … to keep you out of prison, remember. You should probably take this a little more seriously.” The flush has moved to her chest.
Hopefully it makes her pop just one more button of her blouse, so that I can get a better look at her tits. I bet they’d fit perfectly in my palm. On that thought, I put my glove back on and catch her watching me … again.
I know you want to fuck me. You’re not very good at hiding it, honeybee.
With a shrug, I shake off the tension. “Thought you might want to get to know me more, that’s all. You know, make me feel comfortable because you’re responsible for my future.” I try not to smirk, but I think my eyes give me away, no matter how hard I bite down. “Do you really know what you’re doing? No offense, but I was told that you were the best in the business.”
Thank God she stops biting her pen. Her stare pierces my soul—her eyes narrowing. “Why is it whenever anyone is about to say something really offensive, they generally start by saying no offense?”
She looks pissed, and I like it. I can’t decide if it’s because I offended her or because I feel like a schoolkid in the headmistress’s office.
“Let me tell you, Pacer, I am the best. I am so good that I’ve never lost a case. The problem is you are making my job extremely difficult.”
“You look like you love a challenge,” I bite back.
Her pen hits against the notepad with a little force behind it. She doesn’t look as amused as I feel.
“Clearly, Pacer, your idea of cleaning up the city hasn’t exactly worked. You idea is flawed because here you are with me, defending a murder charge. They have a crown witness who is willing to go up against you, and you will go to prison if you don’t stop acting so nonchalant about it all. You will listen to my instruction. Starting with what you say to people. When I have the voice recorder on, you say very little. This is an accountable recording and can be tendered in court the moment the prosecution gets wind of it, and they will because no one in this business can be trusted. Keep your mouth shut, and what you say to me inside this office stays here, and does not get repeated … understood?”
My cock throbs again but I don’t want to make it obvious by adjusting myself. There’s a lot I would like to say to you right now, honeybee. Especially now that I know you won’t repeat it.
Where’s she from, I wonder? Tanner … I wonder if she’s any relation to John Tanner? She can’t be. He puts crooks behind bars, whereas she fights to keep them out. That has to be a conflict of interest … or something. She must be an eastern suburbs princess? Or is she from north of the bridge? Yeah, She smells like money. She has that bitchy air of arrogance about her that they have on that side of the harbour.
Wherever she’s from, I like her.
Now sitting up straight in my chair, I listen to every word that comes out of her sweet mouth. I love every time she says my name, and I love the way she spits it, as if she hates me.
But I know that you actually like me as much as I like you, honeybee.
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It’s not until 7:52 pm at night when she finally decides to leave the office. She must really take her job seriously. I had to wait to see her, just one last time. I want to get to know her more, but I know she’s scared of my world. It’s only because she doesn’t understand it.
Chelsea laughs with another blonde girl as she walks along the sidewalk. I sink down and I watch her from the back seat of my Audi, parked across the street. I need to follow her, see her, smell her. I just want to be near her again.
There’s just something about her that draws me to her … like an ant to honey. Her blue eyes and smart mouth make me all kinds of crazy. I’ve never had a woman command me like she does.
Once she’s disappeared around the corner, I jump in the front and slowly follow behind as they walk. The bullshit traffic in the city makes following her easy. I’m glad I didn’t drive my Maserati today. It’s loud as hell, and everyone stares whenever I drive it. Usually I like that, but not today—not when I just want to catch another glimpse of the woman who makes my heart race, my cock throb and my head spin after our first ever meeting. No woman has done this to me before. Women are always just so available to me. It gets boring after awhile. But not Chelsea —she’s different to the others I’ve met … and it drives me wild. She may come across hard, but I noticed the little changes in her. I saw her squeeze her legs together. I saw her eyes on my cock. She was hot for me. Her little signs are like waving a red flag at a raging bull. Her smart mouth may have been saying no, but her body was screaming yes!
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