Sinners and Saints (9 page)

Chapter 18

Vylette stood just inside her bedroom, in her nice and clean jammie pants and tank top, scrubbing her wet head with a wet towel, soaking up the dripping water from her head.

Oh, it feels good to be free of all that mud. Ugh, nasty!

Flipping her hair to the other side, she worked at drying the underside.

Good e
nough for now, I guess.

She was folding the towel, prepared to hang it in the bathroom when she heard a knock at the door. Tossing it on the bed, she crossed to the door and opened it. Mr. Buchanan stood in hall, light splashing across his face as if he we
re in a spotlight, looking as handsome as ever.

“
Mr. Buchanan.”

“
Vylette. Call me Dorrian.”

“
Um, okay. Dorrian, what are you doing here?”

A square piece of plastic surfaced in his hand from his breast pocket.
“You forgot your badge and I.D. Card at the lunch table. I was returning it to you.”

Embarrassed, she took the card and invited him in, closing the door behind him.
Walking past him to the night stand, she dropped her badge on top and faced him.

“
Thank you. I was so intent on getting a shower after field training I completely forgot to stop by and get it. Vallmore pointed out that I had forgotten it.”

“
No problem...”

She fidgeted with her hands when he took a seat on her bed instead of the chair by the door. His voice, sent excitement down her spine a
nd butterflies sprouted in her stomach and his smile always stirred the beast of desire deep within.

Oh, he is so...yummy...and in my room. What's a girl to do? Wait, what is he saying?

“Vylette, you okay?”

Brushing it off,
she said, “Yea, why?”

“
I asked you a question and you look like you blanked out for a minute. I can leave if...”

Shaking her head, “
No, that's fine, I am alright...”
Just riding this heat wave you send my way.
“What did you say? I am sorry.”

“
I said, I stopped by to see how filed training went. I heard you did a great job. Mrs. Vallmore was more than impressed.”

She joined him on the bed, only she sat at the top and pulled the blankets over her legs.

This should be safe, right?

She watched the muscles under his shirt move and flex as he
turned to face her and she quickly finished her thought before her mind went other places...other lustful places. “I just relied on what I was taught and used my instincts. I am surprised myself.”

“
Vallmore tells me you had a partner?”

“
Apparently. I stopped to help out Jazmin, and so now she is my responsibility. Speaking of which, she and I are going to have a chat before next class. If I am going to be responsible for her, she is going to have to listen better. If we had been on a real mission, she damn near got us killed in the house maze, but completely surprised me by taking initiative to fight when we were surrounded.”

“
Sounds to me like you will make a good leader, Vylette.”

She shrugged.
“Maybe. I don't know. I’ve never been in that position before. I mean I did alright today, but in the back of my mind, I knew that girl wouldn't really get hurt. It was just practice.”

No one spoke for a few minutes and she was fully aware of his wandering eyes. It mad
e her happy to see that he was interested and sent her mind into a frenzy of fantasies she knew she would never share. What she hadn't noticed was how much closer she was to him than she thought. She hadn't been paying attention to the fact she had folded her legs and moved closer while she spoke or the fact that he had moved to sit next to her on the side of the bed.

How can he not hea
r the jackhammer in my chest from my heart? Surely, he knows. It's beating so hard it feels like my pulse is going to burst through the skin on my neck. Oh god, he is looking at my neck.

She stopped her movements and stiffened, unaware of what he had planned when he reached for her. His hands were getting closer with each breath, and her heart beat even harder with every inch. Vylette just about e
xploded when the sensual heat from his hand caressed her neck, filling her pulse. She closed her eyes and swallowed. When she reopened them, his lips were moving ever closer, his gaze upon her mouth.

Oh my God, this is it. He's going to kiss me.

Afraid she would break the spell, she didn't move and she barely breathed. He got closer and closer, she could feel his breath on her chin as he closed the distance. She closed her eyes, prepared to fall into his kiss the moment his lips met hers.

Almost there...

Her body shook, she was so excited and nervous. She raised her hand and slid it across the back of his neck, and she felt him shudder then stiffen. It took a moment to realize the magic was gone. Again, what she thought was her heart, turned out to be someone pelting on the door.

Damn it!

She opened her eyes. His face was still close, not as close as it had been, and he was smiling. His voice was soft when he spoke.

“
Don't move. I will see who it is and get rid of them, if that's okay?”

“
That is perfectly fine.”

Her frame deflated
a bit when he moved from the bed and opened the door. A yelp from the other side gave away not only that Mrs. Travine was on the other side, but that she suspected something and was surprised by it. Dorrian acted as if nothing was wrong. Business as usual.

“
Yes, Mrs. Travine?”

Vylette almost laughed ou
t loud at the woman's stuttering voice, but she recovered quickly.

“
Um...Mr. Buchanan. What are...doesn't matter...Um...anyway, I just wanted to drop this by to Vylette. It’s her passport and her check book. She filled out and signed all of the proper paperwork today.”

Mr. Buchanan's arm moved as she assumed he had taken the papers when Mrs. Travine offered them.
“Thank you, Mrs. Travine. Is there anything else?”

“
No, I guess not. Bye.”

She watched as the man
who sent her into overdrive, walked back, dropped the stuff on her bed and quickly pulled her into a kiss. Falling into his kiss and onto the bed, she slid her hands into his hair, tightening her grip to keep him in place. Her desire grew stronger and hotter when he returned the favor by grabbing her hair, exposing her neck and covering it with kisses.

It was then she felt it...felt him, like she had never felt any other man. Even through his slacks, it felt as if there was nothing there keepi
ng him from touching her, at that moment, like she wanted. Her breathing got heavy and she hooked a leg around his hip. She felt him give a little and press himself harder against her, his breath even hotter on her skin.

Before she could think about, she ground agains
t him, kissing him harder. He pulled away momentarily to rip open his shirt, buttons flying in every direction. She leaned forward when he reached for her shirt, and she helped him to remove it. In flash, he was back, his mouth covering hers.

Another knoc
k at the door invaded her heaven. Disappointed, she placed her hands on his head when he dropped it on her chest, voicing his opinion.

“
That is the fourth knock. Whoever it is, isn't going away which means it is probably urgent.”

Sighing,
she muttered, “Fine.”

Dorrian moved away and handed over her shirt. She slipped it on and yelled.

“Be right there.”

She almost came undone once again when his lips found the soft spo
t behind her ear and whispered, “Until next time.”

And with that he slid f
rom the bed and opened the door. Vylette leaned over on her bed, scrunched up in her covers and saw it was once again Mrs. Travine.

“
Mr. Buchanan, I hate to interrupt you, but you have an urgent call from the command center.”

She knew what that meant. A break in a case or
a big lead they had been waiting on. She smiled back at him when he turned and blew her a kiss before quickly dashing passed Mrs. Travine and down the stairs.

Oh, crap!

The door closed and Mrs. Travine, stood just inside with a wild grin.

“
What?”

“
Oh no, Vylette, I don't get to just see all that and leave with no details.”

The woman sidled hersel
f on the bed and cuddled up with a pillow wearing an 'I am not leaving without the juicy details' look.

Guess that means, I
’m dishing...by the look on her face, she is prepared to stay until she gets them.

Vylette took a deep breath and resigned herself to it. “
Fine! What do you want to know?”

“
Why, All of it, of course.”

“
How about you just ask questions and I'll give you an answer.”

She glared right back at Mrs.
Travine's suspicious look.

“
I will tell you the truth.”

Wow! She has mischievous side, just look at the shit eating grin.

Wanting to speed this along, sort of, she yawned and prodded the woman on. “Man, I am getting tired. If you want answers you better quit giving me that 'cat that ate the mouse' look and start asking questions or I am going to fall asleep. Although, there isn't much to tell.”

Mrs. Travine gave her a 'really' stare.
“Is that why he left with his shirt undone, Vylette?”

“
Um...Would you believe it was just hot?”

“
Oh, I am betting it was hot in here, but no. I can see several white buttons laying on your floor. That tells me that his pristinely pressed shirt, which is never out of place, was ripped open or off...Please tell me you porn starred him and ripped it off.”

Vylette couldn't help but laugh. “
No one porn starred anyone.”

“
Vylette! You said you would tell the truth, now stop teasing me and spill it.”

“
Fine. He ripped open his shirt.”

She moved her feet so Travine had more room when she
rolled onto her stomach looking very much like a wide eyed school girl. “Oooh...So did you do it?”

“
Do it? What are you, twelve? And no, we didn't.”

“
Dang! Why not? You just said he ripped his shirt off.”

“
Uh, let's see. Someone knocked on the door...twice.”

“
Oh, well...how disappointing. I was hoping for real good dirt here.”

“
Sorry.”

“
So, you said he was shirtless, were you?”

She blushed at the question. “
Yes.”

“
Ooooh, so tell me, can he kiss? I mean he looks like he can, but I have to know. C'mon. Don't hold out on me. I haven't been with a man in a while.”

“
Yes, he can...Holy crap, he so can! I nearly came undone. Why haven't you been with a man in a long time?”

“
Well to be honest, until about six months ago, I just didn't want to. I guess my hornball gene has finally kicked back in. Now back to you, did you go any further than kissing?”

“
No. That is about all the juicy details there are. Back to you, what about Hardass? I’ve seen that look you give each other. I thought you two were together.”

“
Oh God, no!”

“
What? You like him.”

“
No I don't!”

Vylette started the old school yard chant, “
Travine and Hardass sitting in a tree...”

She fell over and grabbed a pillow to fight back when Travine swung the one closest to her. Sliding from the bed laughing, she co
ntinued her song.

“
...K-I-S-S-I-N-G...”

Another duck and she swung back knocking Travine back onto the bed. She went to slug her again when there was a knock at her door.

“Damn, I am popular tonight.”

“
Maybe, it's another man wanting to kiss you.”

“
I doubt that.”

She opened the door and faced a smirking Dorrian on the other side.

“Dor- I mean, Mr. Buchanan, please, come in.”

Travine's voice had her blushing once more.

“Oh, Vy, cut the 'Mr. Buchanan' crap. You two were just making out, you can call him by his name in front me, geez. However, on that sweet, juicy note, I will uh, see you tomorrow, Vylette. Bye, Mr. Smoochy-face.”