Chapter 10 – Peter
Chapter Ten
Peter
Iprovide myself with endless justifications for why I park my car outside Aricia’s office after our brief encounter in the afternoon and after the meeting our family had with the lawyers. I didn’t contribute much aside from finances, but I suspect we won’t have much to worry about.
Geralynn offered to chaperone Flora to the Six Flags out at Darien Lake for a day of rollercoasters and junk food, and since Luigi’s lake house is closer to the amusement park, I have the entire night to myself and my cousin gets to babysit the twenty-somethings.
Geralynn worries I might kill Flora because no leads have materialized about the drugging situation, and Flora will take any excuse to get away from me at this point.
Nobody else handled those drinks aside from the bartender.
I don’t remember a single detail about the bartender and neither does Flora.
Nobody I had Renzo question has any information about that night.
It’s frustrating when the mafia mentality works against you.
Nobody wants to snitch on the wrong person around here.
I don’t know when she plans on leaving the office, but apparently Aricia doesn’t leave until well after six in the evening.
She must not be dating anyone after that husband of hers…
I did my research after our night together.
Kennard Plant. He’s dead and buried now.
Plus, my private investigation turned up more than I care to know about the dude.
Made me feel a little less guilty about my plans to get into bed with his wife again.
Don’t get me wrong, I also need us to find out who the fuck slipped something into our drinks and why it happened.
That’s the veil of plausible deniability I’m giving this stakeout.
Technically, I’m sure a lawyer would call it stalking.
How else does she expect me to get in touch with her, since I don’t have her number and she ran out of my place like I set her ass cheeks on fire.
Fuck… Waiting is making me crazier than I planned.
It’s almost dark by the time Aricia leaves her office.
I recognize her instantly just from the way she walks, causing me to sit up in the driver’s seat.
Time to act.
I leave my car and race over to her, wrapping my arm around her waist slowly and gently dragging Aricia off the sidewalk towards my car. She flips the fuck out. Instantly.
“AHHHH!” she screams, throwing an elbow hard into my stomach the second I get my arm all the way around her waist. Fuck.
The elbow hurts, but this is the only way to get her off the streets in a way that avoids the cameras.
I don’t need any evidence that we met up after her work hours and I picked my route perfectly.
“Be quiet,” I whisper into the fighting woman’s ear… “Trust me…”
That does enough to calm her down. I don’t think she trusts me, but she recognizes me, and for some reason I don’t think I’ll ever understand, Aricia lets me carry her over to my car and stick her into the passenger seat. She leans back with her eyes closed when I enter the car on my side.
“Peter. I am going to murder you. I let you drag me into this car, because I assume this car isn’t wiretapped and you wanted to keep me away from the cameras. Good. Because I don’t want there to be any evidence of this verbal and direct threat. I am going to kill you.”
This woman is the hottest woman I’ve ever met. I swear. My dick starts doing crazy things in my pants and I want to act on all those urges instead of the more sensible ones.
“Okay. I’m willing to let you do that.”
“What is wrong with you?” Aricia says to me with a stern voice that probably works on the worst criminals she has to deal with.
“Many things.”
“I have to go home, Peter. I’ve been in the office since 8 a.m. and it’s my first day back. I need a shower and some sleep.”
“I know something that could help you get to sleep.” My cock jerks excitedly in my pants at the thought of us getting anywhere near a bed again. I know I have to stay focused on my main mission here, but there’s no reason I can’t flirt with Aricia.
Her perfume fills up my car and I think I’m going to act on my dark impulses to drive her to a hotel downtown and screw her brains out.
“Peter, let me out of this car right now.”
I ignore her request and flash her a green-eyed smile. I can feel it working on her despite the scowl. “Thanks for taking my cousin’s case.”
“I had nothing to do with that,” she says. “I was on bereavement leave.”
Like I give a damn about that ex-husband. If he hadn’t died on his own, I would have sent him to meet God just for a chance with Aricia.
“I know,” he says, grinning. “But it turns out, you have the highest rated law firm in Buffalo, New York. And nobody expects Italians to work with black people.”
Aricia raises her eyebrows and I’m secretly hoping she chooses to slap me for the comment.
“If that’s a backhanded compliment, I refuse to engage.”
“It’s not a compliment. This is a compliment: You look hot as fuck in that dress.”
“I’ve worn this to work for years. It’s nothing special.”
I lean over, not giving her much space to run and I get very close to reluctant Aricia before whispering in her ears, “It looks special on you, babe. Trust me.”
I watch the gooseflesh spreading on the exposed strip of skin just above her knee. The skirt part of the dress slides up just a little when she sits and those thighs are so sexy I’m ready to cream my pants on the spot.
“Why are you here, Peter? If you need to discuss the case, you can set up a meeting with the attorney assigned to your case. I’m busy.”
She acts like she doesn’t want me near her, but she could have attacked me harder and forced her way out of this car if she really wanted to. Instead, Aricia stays right here where I can smell her work perfume. I mentally calculate the closest hotel to our current location.
“Busy with a man?” I ask her.
Aricia glares at me, and I’m just happy she’s looking at me at all. “With my job.”
“You’re not busy right now.”
“Because you kidnapped me,” she says, putting her hand on the car handle. She won’t be able to open the car unless I unlock the door.
“I didn’t kidnap you,” I respond, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as my dick gets unreasonably hard again. “I… lifted you off the streets.”
She doesn’t appreciate my casual approach to everything here, but I did nothing to harm her. Aricia’s glare could pierce straight through my confidence if I allowed her to. .
“This is your final reminder that I plan on killing you.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Peter…”
“Let me take your mind off things. I’ll take you to a hotel.”
I start driving before she answers. Aricia sighs and leans her head back against the seat.
“I just had a hard first day back and the first thing you do is kidnap me and force me to argue with you for my freedom. Aren’t there hundreds of women lining up for a rich Italian silver fox?”
So she thinks I’m rich and a fox? I like the sound of that.
“You need someone to take the edge off?”
“I need to get back to my car, so I can go home.”
“I’ll have one of my guys pick up your car and drop it off at your house. We can order room service.”
“We are not ordering room service, Peter. What is wrong with you? We’re grown and we had a one night stand. We’re both too old to be making a big deal out of having sex.”
“You’re the one making a big deal out of it. I’m just trying to sleep with you again.”
Aricia’s body shifts and her chest heaves in a way that only emphasizes her voluptuous chest. I can’t believe they let lawyers get away with having tits like that.
I swear her breasts must be enough to sway a jury.
I can only hope that secret sexual desires are causing Aricia’s thighs to shift in my leather seats.
Her voice returns to me completely firm and emotionless. She wants me to listen, but I just want to fight. “Peter. No.”
“Fine. Then I’ll buy you dinner and you can sleep in a king-sized bed with room service for breakfast.”
“I have a king-sized bed, Peter.”
“Yours doesn’t have a man in it.”
Aricia rolls her eyes and her nostrils flare out.
I like the way her flat nose and rounded nostrils flare out whenever she gets angry.
It makes Aricia look dangerously cute, which isn’t a feature I would normally attribute to a serious lawyer in her forties.
She would probably hate the fact that her angry ass staring and continuous rejection does nothing to deter me from going after her.
The longer I keep her talking, the easier it will be to just get her to the hotel and convince her to go upstairs with me.
I’ll say whatever I have to so that Aricia stays in my bed tonight.
She clearly doesn’t know what it’s like to be around a man who would do absolutely anything, even commit a crime, just to sleep with her.
“I don’t need a man in my bed,” she says, pulling her strong independent woman crap with me. “I had a husband, and I think one man was more than enough for me.”
“I’m not trying to be your husband,” I say to hear, leaning over and touching Aricia’s thigh with my right hand. “I’m trying to disturb the neighbors and get you room service for breakfast.”
She hits my hand and when I don’t move, she hits me again until my hand jerks away from her thighs. It doesn’t matter. Touching her gently was more than enough for me to keep my lust completely ignited.
“I don’t have time for a room service breakfast because I get to the office at 6 a.m.” Aricia says as her back stiffens. We’re only a couple blocks away from the hotel. There’s nobody in the presidential suite tonight.
“I’ll bring you breakfast at your office, then.”
Aricia glares at me and dramatically drags at the door handle again, as if I would let her jump out of my car into moving traffic anyways. “I have an assistant for that.”
“Fire her.”
“Peter!”
“We’re almost there.”
Aricia folds her arms and groans with dissatisfaction. Her work stress is clearly getting to her. The poor woman needs some dick and a massage.
“I should tell the front desk you’re trafficking me,” she says.
When I get my tongue between her pussy lips, she will completely change her views on the situation.
“That wouldn’t be smart,” I caution Aricia. We’re there. I pull into my parking spot next to Michael’s SUV. He’s staying here with Myra for a couple nights handling some personal business. I doubt we’ll run into each other.
Aricia scoffs. “Why not?”
“My brother owns the hotel.”
“Why are you doing this? And why did you hire my law firm? Everything happening right now is a clear conflict of interest.”
“My cousin is the one on trial here and as I understand, you’re not working the case directly.”
“You could have hired anyone.”
I reach out and touch her cheek, “I wanted you.”
“Peter…”
“Come upstairs with me.”
“Only if you let me sleep.”
Her voice borders on yelling and I feel a shiver that’s pretty damn close to fear traveling up my spine. I’ll agree to her wishes now, but I’ll have to find a way to turn the situation around.
“Fine. We have an agreement.”
Aricia gives me a suspicious defense attorney glare that does nothing to rattle me. I’ve had to testify in front of scarier beasts before. The hardest part about being near Aricia is ignoring her ample chest and all her other gorgeous features that get me ridiculously hard.
“Okay. Great.”
“You trust me to sleep next to you?” I ask her with a soft smirk, still teasing at what I really want from her if she comes upstairs with me.
I sense something in Aricia that drew us towards each other at Belladonna’s.
I put as much effort as I could without losing my fucking mind into finding her.
I don’t want to screw up now. Aricia holds her head high and I can’t help but imagine wrapping that long hair around my wrists.
She gets me so hot, especially with how tense and resistant she is to my pursuit when my body vividly remembers the “dream” night we had together, even if all my actions felt totally disembodied and unconscious.
I have this dark need to take her to bed and reclaim the choice that monster took from us. Aricia purses her lips.
“No. You can sleep on the couch.”
“Yes, ma’am. That sounds like a plan to me.”