Each button that was opened revealed more of that white skin, which shivered all over when the man touched her back with his fingertips, from the base of her spine to the nape of her neck.Ethan was enchanted, but it wasn't a new thing. Blair's skin was soft and delicate, like an orchid in good soil. There was no sign of imperfection on the entire length of that woman's body. And then, feeling his fingers velvety to the touch, he pushed the straps of her dress to gain access to more of that body.The woman's breasts were revealed. They were rounded, and fit perfectly in Ethan's large hands. It was as if they were asking to be touched and kissed, and that's what the man did. He kissed Blair, from her throat to the swell of her breasts, and was rewarded with heavy sighs.Blair was surprised at how her body reacted. It was as if it had always belonged to Ethan, to his hands, to his lips. A tingling sensation spread through her body, like butterflies in her stomach, as he nibbled on her b
Dawn fell over Las Vegas like a black pall. Sin City was dark just hours before dawn, and inside Spencer's office it was no different.The inspector paced back and forth, and nearly pulled out the hairs on his own head. Nervousness was rumbling through his mind, and all he could do was relax and think.And that was when the door to his incredibly disorganized office opened. Colton entered the space, dressed differently. His usual uniform had been exchanged for pants and a sweatshirt. The agent looked at Spencer with nothing less than irritation and curiosity. Because, to call him in the middle of the night and ask him to come to the police department, the inspector would need to have a good reason.- "What there was?"- "The recording... the recording," Spencer muttered, completely stunned.- "Recording?"- "There was a microchip inside the watch. It took me a few hours to access the information, but I managed to do it."- "There was an engraving on the microchip," Colton stated.The
The inspector walked over to the whiteboard he had filled with notes. He arranged the photos, placing George Banks, Ethan, Benedict Brian, and Rivera in the same shot. Colton just watched his boss put the scheme together.- "George and Benedict were friends. I bet they were working together against Volkov," Spencer guessed, pinning up the pictures of Benedict and George side by side.- "Volkov wanted to eliminate George, but something made him choose Benedict," Colton added.- "George helped Volkov kill Benedict. It would be better to lose his friend than his own life."The agent got up from his chair and walked over to the inspector. He picked up Connor Rivera’s photo and pinned it below the photos of George and Benedict. Colton quickly read the montage and described it perfectly:- "Rivera could be next. Maybe he knew he was on Volkov's list, so he decided to take out an insurance policy."- "Ethan took over his father's place to play a perfect role. He wouldn't let mistakes happen
- "Alcohol, alcohol and alcohol," Joseph said, without preamble.Ethan rolled his eyes at his friend, who looked more like an alcoholic in withdrawal than a lawyer. Blair, in turn, smiled. She looked at Ethan, still with that smile on her lips, and let her companion know that she found Joseph funny.- "I'm fine, thanks," Blair told the blonde.- "Some juice to mix with the alcohol that this reckless person ordered," Ethan said, making Joseph smile.When the blonde walked away, Joseph gave Blair a not-so-subtle look. The truth was, he was assessing the redhead, analyzing every single one of her attributes. And how she had them. It didn't take Carter long to realize that this was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.- "I don't think I've had the pleasure of introducing myself. I'm Joseph Carter," he extended his hand to the redhead.- "I'm Blair Collins," she accepted the outstretched hand.Blair wasn't expecting it, but Carter held her hand for a few seconds longer. He wa
The man's eyes were cold, showing no emotion. He didn't want to have to worry about Joseph's reckless behavior, but he had to. Blair's eyes, on the other hand, spoke volumes about her anger. She couldn't believe that Ethan was trying to mold her into being like the women he dated.- "Do you want to share me?" she asked, directly.- "No"- "Do you want to see me with another man?"- "Fuck no." Ethan frowned.- "Would it be enough if just someone else could touch me?" the redhead insisted, tempted to make Ethan as uncomfortable as she was.- "Angel, stop. No, I don't want this shit with you."Banks was being more honest than he thought possible. With Blair, he could say categorically that there would be no divisions. She was too exclusive to be touched by other fingers. The way she behaved should not be a delight to another man, not in this life.- "Really? Because it seemed like you wanted to. What are we doing here, anyway?" the woman raised an eyebrow, with evident mockery and irony.
- "Someone's love life needs to work." Drake winked.Blair pulled her hair up into a high bun. Her friend was still watching her closely. The truth was that Drake was afraid of being happy in a relationship and making things worse for Blair. Because years ago, he had seen his friend spiral into depression, and he was afraid that something similar would happen again.- "I have a serious matter, babe. First of all, you received two packages. One is worrying, the other is actually funny," he said, changing the subject.- "Worrying?" a small crease formed on the woman's forehead as she asked.- "Yes. You received another bouquet of flowers, the same flowers. I asked the delivery man to return them. We don't need this shit."- "Did you have a card?"- "Yes. He said disjointed things. It was a request for you to be careful about the preferences of the people around you."Blair began to think about the possibilities surrounding the message. The preferences of the people around her. That very
- "You didn't answer my calls, I missed you"- "I'm counting," Banks said, tapping his index finger against the watch on his wrist.Joseph laughed, pleased with his unique ability to irritate Banks. At least he was sure he wouldn’t lose his head, or his job. Ethan’s cell phone began vibrating on the table before Carter could make another joke, and he answered it before he could even look at the caller ID.- "Banks," the man's tone was serious, filled with barely contained irritation. He would not have the patience to deal with trivial matters if that were the case.- "Hi... hi, Ethan" and then that voice rang out and resounded.That voice; the velvety voice that made the man imagine an entire scenario. He felt the bad mood leave his body effortlessly. She was able to make everything seem good, even his jokester friend. The sound of the woman's voice was soothing, so much so that the man could swear he felt her presence.- "Hello, Angel"- "Are you busy?"- "No. Is there a problem?" Et
- "An angry man is always a problem," Ethan commented, almost as a threat. Something both men in the car understood were threats.- "Not a corpse"- "Rivera is dead, but the watch is still missing," Banks muttered, and then looked back out the window. By now, not even the absence of his tie could keep him from feeling suffocated.- "You don't seem to be worried," Volkov pondered.- "The house will not fall, Volkov. It will collapse. And I am prepared for that."In fact, Ethan was not afraid of the consequences that awaited him. He knew that his secrets had too high a price, and that they would be paid at some point. You could say that Ethan Banks was eagerly awaiting the day when he would be free of the weight on his shoulders; the guilt he carried.- "I think you gave the watch to Rivera, and then set him up to escape. I think you protected him and his daughter all this time," Volkov guessed, but he could just as easily have been asserting.- "Why would I do that?"- "To ensure he co