Chapter 5

James

If Wagner was around, he would have had something to talk about for the rest of my life. He was just as bad with the teasing as Harper and sometimes those two loved getting off and tag-teaming against me just to make me miserable or piss me off. I took a sharp breath blinking at the perfect woman that was walking in my direction.

Her eyes were glued to papers in her hands as she walked confidently to the desk, I never knew heels would look that sexy on a woman until her. I looked up from her ankles to the stunning pencil skirt and blouse that was tucked in. True beauty is what she is. Her clothes fitted perfectly right damn that blouse she tucked in that skirt because the moment her hand dropped the papers on the desk, I knew I was fucked.  Her ass popped higher when she leaned at the desk and man those legs and those heels were enough to make me feel rigid.

I was far gone when her eyes met mine and the words never came for a long time. I was in my own head in awe. Her brown eyes were beautiful no wonder I was lost in them they were gorgeous, and I would kill anything that would dare make them water. Her hand was warm when it was enveloped with mine when the receptionist spoke and directed her to me. I lingered with my thumb grazing her soft skin. Her skin was flawless a perfect hot chocolate with a sweet voice in the mixture. She made me lose all my cool and blocked my windpipe for an embarrassing time. I smiled when her angelic voice spoke making me finally register that I had to say something in return.

“Pega… Detect… detective… call me Jam,” I breathed hard still holding her hand, “James you can call me James. I mean I am detective Pega at your service,”

Nice job James. I should take my own gun and shoot myself on the spot for stuttering words like a stupid teenager who has never held or spoken to a girl before. She burrowed her brows before withdrawing her hand from mine looking confused. The receptionist giggled saving me from myself before I said something even more stupid.

Did you really have to call yourself Jam in front of a gorgeous lady? I rebuked myself. I never knew I would lose my A game like this.

“Miss Parker. As I said earlier I was about to call your office. The detective here asked if he could get a copy of the outside footage.”

Right, I was here for my case and hopefully, I would get copies without her asking for paperwork. I lifted my wrist looking at my watch. I was on the clock and Romans should be having a fit right now. I need the copies because if I go empty-handed he will be ripping my head off my shoulders. I shook the thoughts as I looked at Miss Parker. I sucked my bottom lip as listened as she spoke.

“Where is my father? He normally deals with this.” She asked looking at the reception before tucking a strand of her curly black hair behind her ear.

“He just left with Nick.”

“Nick was still here?” her eyes bugged out before she looked at me with a smile that melted my heart.

“They said they will be back soon though,” she shrugged.

I looked as Miss Parker changed her toned. Why did she pitch her voice like that? My detective instincts overtook my thoughts. Who the hell is Nick? Why do I care right now? I should focus on surveillance tapes. My mind was slip between doing my job and jealousy rising for someone I had just met. I mean she was too smart and hot to be single. My mind trailed to her fingers. No ring this was good. Romans will bury you if you go back without something a voice echoed. Maybe the panic in her voice has to do with her father I thought. The case you are here for the case. I cleared my throat shaking my head finally looking at her. I had a job to do.

Kioni

“Thanks, Anna,” I said glaring at her as she hid a giggle under her right hand.

This detective Pega James Jam guy was acting weird. I raised my eyebrows looking at him as he was staring at me without blinking like some displayed mannequin. Oh God, that must be how I look when I zone off caught in my own thoughts. It not pretty and I need to remember never to zone off and avoid that look.  I called this man and he finally cleared his throat shaking his head. Good, now he can focus.

“Why don’t you follow me, detective,” I spun on my heels.

“S-sure,” he muttered.

Anna started coughing loud to hide her giggle. I turned to glare at her before she pressed her lips pretending to make herself busy. I looked forward clicking my heels with the detective behind me as I could feel his stare. It was burning from behind as if my eyes were behind, he was looking at my ass or legs somehow, I could tell. I hope I don’t trip because that would be embarrassing. I should have worn wedges they were much easier to walk on than these single strapped platform heels.

“So where are we going?” He asked.

“You need a copy of the tapes,” I responded as he cleared his throat again, he was still looking at my ass no doubt.

I let it slide thankful that he couldn't see me smiling because I can’t call him out without giving the smile away. He decided to walk in step with me through the wide corridor as we made our way to the security room. I had to keep straight face as I caught his side glancing at my breasts. In his defense the blouse made my breasts jiggle. I cleared my own throat feeling a little hot under his gaze. I was glad he looked forward after with a small smirk on his lips. There was something interesting about this detective I thought.

“Just out of curiosity. You never verified my name.”

“Is that a question?” I looked at him.

“I don’t know actually. I seem to be not making sense by stumbling with my words,” he confessed.

I smiled at his honesty. It was rare. “Your chain is hiding your badge under your shirt and your gun holder is showing under your leather jacket,” I responded.

“Observant,” he spoke impressed.

“No, I have seen my fair share of detectives,” I responded stopping by the security room.

“I’m trying to picture you having trouble with the law and it’s not adding up so there must be a valid reason,” he looked at me as we waited in the corridor.

“We’re here.’ I smiled, ruining his chance to ask his intended question.

“I’m a very good detective and will piece that information you are not sharing. You watch and see,” he winked at me before opening the door to the security room like he owned the place.