Claiming What's His (19 page)

             
Really
tight. 

             
Hehe.

             
“Okay, follow up on what they found.  Also, get someone to follow up with Lynn Summers.  Sam remembered a partial plate from the vehicle that night and Lynn Summers is a person of interest.”

             
She kissed her way to his cheek and over to his ear where she gave it a lick then nibbled on it as her hand slid down to the front of his jeans to his rock-hard cock. 

             
Alex groaned and his cock twitched.

             
She smiled.

             
He tilted his head down narrowed his eyes.  “Uh huh.  Yeah, yeah.”

             
He snapped the phone shut and threw the phone on the far end of the couch, shifted so that she was laying on the couch, him on top and between her legs.

             
And he set about breaking in her couch as he promised.

             
Sometime later, Sam realized that her office door was unlocked.

             
Luckily, no one walked in.

             
When they went home for the night, he made a quick dinner of spaghetti and meatballs.

             
And then he set about teaching her a lesson on sexually distracting him while he was on the phone working a case.

             
She didn’t mind this at all.

             
And she knew that he didn’t either.

              Sam wrapped a towel around her freshly-showered body.  She took her hand and swiped a streak on the mirror that had fogged up from the shower steam, just to get a glance of herself, a move she had always done after every shower. 

             
She stepped through the door to her bedroom when she shrieked bloody murder.

             
“What the hell!” 
Her hand rested over her chest as she breathed heavily, trying to control her breath. 

             
Alex was on her bed, casually one hand resting over his abs, the other behind his head.  And he watched staring at her.  He was wearing his dark gray pants suit and a plain white tee shirt.  It seemed as if he was ready for work so she was pretty sure his dress shirt and blazer jacket was there somewhere.

             
She wondered why she didn’t hear the girls barking when he walked in.  She glanced around the room and found them still asleep in her underwear drawer, their favorite place on earth, not that she could blame them.  Being surrounded by the expensive satin and lacy material was like sleeping in a cool fluff of cloud.  They, apparently, didn’t even move when they noticed him walking in.

             
Her eyes moved to his and his eyes were amused, then it changed to seductive and lazy. He gave her a slow once-over, and then he moved, getting off the bed and stalking towards her.

             
All of a sudden she felt like a piece a meat and a lion was stalking its prey.  She only had a towel wrapped around her and her hair was dripping water down her shoulders and seeping into the towel.

             
“What are you doing here so early and how in
the hell
did you get into my apartment?”  She realized that she was shouting and breathing erratically as she unconsciously backed away, but that didn’t seem to be anything new lately.  He barged in without her knowing and he deserved it.

             
From the gleaming look in his eyes, she should be really wary of his moves and intentions.  But instead, she wasn’t.  She clutched the towel knot at her breasts tightly, making sure she doesn’t loosen the grip and the chance of it falling down. 

             
He continued stalking towards her as his hand emerged from his pockets, revealing her extra set of keys.  ”Picked these up in your drawer on the way out yesterday,” he told her.

             
Sam lifted her free hand to grab it from him, but he quickly snatched it back, returning it to his pockets.  One hand quickly reached out grabbing her wrist while other hand stretched out and hooked around her waist, slamming her body to his.  He slid his hand up her back between her shoulder blades and pressed her to him, kissing her hard.

             
Those soft but firm lips pressed against hers made her go weak at the knees and she knew that if Alex didn’t have an arm around her waist, then she would be a messy puddle on the ground.

             
His fists bunched on her towel at her back as she released her grip from the knot, sliding her hands up his chest and around his shoulders.

             
When Alex pulled back for air, he muttered against her lips, “You’re not getting your keys back.  You already have your set.  These are mine.  After all, you are mine in every way and this’ll just save me the time of getting it from you later.  And
fuck
but I’ve missed these lips.”

             
Shit.  She had actually forgotten about her keys the second his lips pressed against hers.  She tended to forget a lot when he kissed her and he needed to stop that.

             
But, how can he be so damn sweet and so damn annoying this early in the morning?

             
Breathing hard, Sam licked her lips, which meant she licked his.  He groaned as his eyes glowed.

             
“Sam.”

             
Her head was still swimming.  She looked up to see his eyes melted.  Finally, she focused and managed to mutter, “I want my keys –”

             
He kissed her again, and again, and again, longer, harder, until she agreed that the keys were his.

             
And she did… eventually. 

             
After he snatched her towel off and did other things to her, things that she didn’t care about if he’d snuck into her place and did them to her again.

*******

              Sam set her cup back in the cup holder and waited for her guy to appear.  Her car (or the loner she got from Dom, although this could’ve easily been Betty’s sister; it was old and in nearly the same condition as she was) was parked on the side of a home on the lower east side of town.  This part of town was what others called “the ghetto”.  Homes were so old, small, and broken down that there was about the same size as a small apartment.  Lawns were not maintained, multiple cars surrounded multiple small homes, and wired fencing separated each property.

             
Early this morning when she walked through her office door, Char handed her a message regarding a new case regarding insurance fraud.  The company claimed that their client, Mr. Richard Marks, wasn’t what he said to be, that he had been scamming the insurance company for disability payments.

             
According to records, Mr. Marks was a fifty-three-year-old, single, early retiree who hurt his legs in an overhead crane injury.  With this incident, he lost seventy percent mobility in his right leg and forty percent in his left which meant he needed assistance standing up by using a walker.

             
So, here she was, or she had been, for the past three hours waiting for Mr. Marks to appear.

             
Sam made it through children going to school, senior citizens taking their morning walks, lawn maintenance caring for three lawns, and now, people were beginning to leave for lunch.

             
A white Chevy Malibu pulled up to the driveway and a woman who looked to be about eighteen folded out with take-out bags, walked up to the front door, and knocked.  She waited several minutes and was greeted at the door by who seemed to be Mr. Marks (from his DMV photo seven years ago) being assisted by a rolling walker.  The woman walked in, kissed him on the cheek, disappeared into the house and reappeared again to help him back in.               

             
Before the door shut, Sam snapped a few photos of the evidence for her client.

             
It seemed everything was in order regarding this case.  The insurance company had this all wrong.  There was no fraud involved. 

             
Case closed.

             
Sam adjusted in her seat and set her camera aside.  Before she started her engine, she peered into the house one last time and stilled.  It was because the assumed eighteen-year-old was groping over Mr. Marks and he was lifting her in his arms and walking around the house without the assistance of his walker. 

             
Case re-opened!

             
Sam quickly grabbed her camera and snapped more pictures before she lost her chance.

             
That fake, insurance-fraud, lying bastard!

             
He almost fooled her.  But not again! 

             
She needed to get some close-ups.

             
Sam got out of the car and worked her way up to the bushes in front of the windows which wasn’t hard since the couple was a little occupied with themselves at the moment and was too busy to pay attention elsewhere.

             
Her head crept up and she saw that they were already half-naked, the girl more-so than he was.  She switched her camera to video mode and recorded their explicit activity.  She did this for a few minutes before switching back.  She needed photos and snapping them now (rather than from video feed) was as good as any.  She lifted the camera and snapped. 

             
The camera flashed and both heads inside the house jerked to face her.

             
Her eyes widened and she could see the anger from Mr. Marks escalating exponentially.  Seeing his face, Sam should be moving to get out of there, but she couldn’t.  Her body froze in place as she took in each element of his anger.  The girl seemed to be more horrified that she was caught on camera than angry that she was caught.

             
He pulled up his pants and moved.

             
Then, she found the will to move and she did.

             
Sam clamped the camera strap with her teeth and stumbled through the grass bent at the waist with her ass sticking up in the air as she scrambled on all fours.  Halfway down the yard, she finally bent up straight and started running on her feet and sliding across her hood (that she had never done before but always wanted to thanks to TV) before hopping in behind the wheel. 

             
She turned the ignition and it coughed on her.

             
“No, no, no, no, no,” she muttered.  “Come on, baby, don’t give up on me now.  You’re not supposed to let me down since we don’t belong to each other.”

             
She turned the key and it clicked with a buzz and gave hope to live.

             
Sam lifted her hand and coaxed the dashboard by rubbing on her and whispered, “Please, baby.  We really need to get out of here.  If you start, I’ll get Dom to give you a nice, cool car wash.”

             
Slam!

             
Her head jerked to the passenger side to see a very angry Mr. Marks slamming his hands on the roof of her car.  He then moved and continuously jerked the car handed to get it to open.

             
Lucky for her, it was locked.

             
Sam tried turning the key again and, slowly, she came to life.  She grabbed her camera, turned it on and snapped one last picture before stepping on the gas and driving away.

             
Before she made a clean getaway, Mr. Marks gave her the parting gift of throwing a punch to her windows and break the glass, shattering the glass everywhere.

             
Man, this business was beginning to run deep in her pockets.  Dom was going to kill her!  First Betty’s condition, now this one.  At least she would be able to submit damage photos to her client’s invoice to see if they would pay for damages. 

             
If not, she hoped Dom took small payments.  Knowing him, he wouldn’t take anything from her.  Not only because they were friends, but because his loner was ready to give out any second.

*******

              Sam was at her desk downloading her pictures from Mr. Marks fraudulent disability case when she heard noises outside.  She got up from her desk and poked her head out, glancing outside through the glass doors. 

             
Outside her door was trash tossed everywhere around her loner, inside and out.  She walked out the door and saw that it wasn’t only her car, but the car behind her which happened to be Nat’s blue Toyota Camry.

             
She had spent two hours cleaning up the streets and her car from the trash that was left behind.  Alex arrived and was outraged that anyone had done that to her.  He called Comfort PD for vandalism to private property and Chuck (as usual) responded immediately.  Dom arrived, took in the scene, shook his head and left.  He got one of the guys to help her instead of doing it himself.

             
The good news was that he had Corey Fabian, his computer guru, installed door cameras the first day he arrived.  The bad news, they were a low grade camera that didn’t show the best quality in pictures since their expensive equipment hadn’t arrived yet. 

             
It wasn’t much, but it was something to start with.

             
The smell that she had picked up from her trash pick-up was freshly cooked Asian food.  It was possible that it could be anyone, but there was only one person that had a recent grudge for Sam and it was the same person who she had caught with his pants down with a younger girl.

             
But, she had no solid proof so it was left in the hands of Corey and Comfort PD.

*******

              By late afternoon, Sam was completely burned out. 

             
After returning to the Conrad and working as long as she could from her trash clean up duties as a citizen of Comfort (mainly because it was somewhat her fault she had a lunatic of a suspect), she managed to go through the account ledgers for the past two months.  Nothing had popped out at her.

             
From accepting another case involving insurance fraud to looking at the finances and running employee background, she beginning to spread herself thin.  With the constant amount of cases she was getting, she was going to need help real soon.  She wasn’t sure how much longer she was able to wear herself thin, but one thing for sure, she needed to finish the Conrad case before she passed out.