For the first time in her three years joining the police forces, she was late to work. She was late because to woke up after a hot night with a stranger in a VIP room of a nightclub and had nothing to wear, only his black jacket. Her clothes were torn into small pieces in a flow of passion, and she can't complain about it after all.
She took the door handle with her gentle hand, put it down, and hurried to her work before the boss will make the morning procedure of looking at who was not in his workplace, and will punish for it by cleaning their police station for the rest of the week. She grimaced and fell to her chair.
"AURORA! TO MY OFFICE. NOW"
"Oh my…" she whispered, stood up, and threw a quick look at her colleagues. Who dared to tell the boss she was late for the first time in her life? She didn't even know if the reason could be something else instead than her late visit for work.
~Aurora~
I stood up in front of his office door, knocked, and put the tie on my neck to its perfect place, as he likes. I don't want him to touch my tie and my chest with his dirty hands anymore. Likewise, I will not allow him to do that once again ever in my life. Even, if it will cause my work here. I'll find something else, more prestigious and payable.
After a short knock at his door, he allowed me to come inside, and I stood far away from him, closer to the door than to his table. He frowned, a dirty smile appeared on his old wrinkled face, and he slowly looked at me from up till down.
What an old jerk…
"Aurora, sit down and relax. I'm not going to punish you for being late for your work for the first time in your life, because of your success on the latest and the most annoying case with a psycho-maniac killing innocent people…" he looked at me and waited when I will sit down at his chair, close to him and his "innocent hands".
"No, thanks, I prefer to stand…" I answered, and my words made him laugh.
"Ah… What a feisty girl… Well, that's your choice…" he suddenly put a big blue folder on his table, open it, took something from inside, and pulled in closer to me, "This document I signed in the morning with your high priority informant. From now on…"
"High priority Informant?" I interrupted him without the slightest care about what it would cause me.
"He is waiting for you in the interrogatory room. From now on, as I said before, he will be helping you to investigate this case about psycho-maniac, because he has some clues and status, as well. But listen, girl. He is of high priority status, and you will do anything he asks. ANYTHING… "
"How long will it take?" I asked, noticing his left wrist being thicker than the right one, and after examining it for a bit more, I noticed it's changing its color to deep red, and somewhere even to blue. Someone took his hand in a hard grip, and it wasn't too long ago, probably a few hours before I came here. I had the inner feeling that was the job of that secret, high-priority informant.
"As long as needed. No time limit…" he said, cowering his bruise with a hand after I noticed it.
"Even, if it will take years?" I was shocked.
"As long as needed…" he repeated, then put the document back into the blue folder and pulled it in my direction, "Go on, he doesn't like waiting…"
"Fine. Thanks for your trust in me…" I took the folder and went out of his office, threw a quick examining look at my colleagues, who were shining brightly imagining me cleaning the police station after they go home.
In your dreams, suckers…
I stopped near the officer in a black police uniform near the interrogatory room, noticed my reflection in the black window leading to it, and smiled. I'm very happy I was chosen for this work. It means I can get off this dusty place. I was one hundred percent sure this high-priority informant will not allow me to stay in this damn place even for a few seconds. If he's of high status, then this place should be disgusting for him. Well…
"Is he still in there?" I asked the officer. He looked down at me from my black heels up to my black knee-length skirt, to my white V-neck blouse and black jacket, then my maroon hair, and finally, his eyes stopped at my blue eyes.
"Yes. Calmly waiting…" he said, as if blaming me for being late.
"Nice, thanks. You can be free" I went inside the interrogatory room and closed the door with a key.
When I turned around, I immediately froze in my place and the folder full of documents of the most difficult of my three years of experience case fell to the floor with a loud sound.
HE was standing on the opposite side of the room, with his back pressed to the black window, his hands in his pockets, and his eyes closed until I made a loud entrance. He opened his onyx eyes, slowly looking down from my black heels up to my face, then his gaze froze at my eyes. The tips of his lips twitched into a smirk.
I kept my mouth shut, observing him for a few seconds, then I squatted down and started collecting the documents back into the folder. I heard his loud footsteps coming closer to me, so I looked at his feet, without tilting my head up. He had a very expensive pair of shoes, I must admit; black leather oxfords.
Markus squatted down quietly near me and started helping me to collect the documents back to the folder, then he stood up first and held me a hand. I took it and felt it unrealistically cold, so my fingers felt like they were put into a freezer, but until I stood back at my two, and straightened up, his hand wasn't cold anymore. It was warm like I put my hands on the fire. The difference is just that I don't feel any pain.
"Aurora…" he called my name in his cold voice, then his hot fingers took my chin, put my head up and our eyes met. His onyx eyes lit up like a fire.
"Markus…?" I blinked several times. It was hard to believe it was a reality, but not a dream of mine. The tips of his lips twitched in a smirk again, then suddenly he put his hands at my waist, pulled me closer and our lips met in a kiss. I couldn't resist the flow of passion taking control of my mind and body, so I hugged his neck with my arms.
His hands slipped down to my hips, pressed me to his body, and I felt the tension in his nether regions… A sweet moan fell from my lips, and he grinned.
"Sweetheart…" he slapped my butt, then took a few steps away from me, calming down his body. I started tiding my clothes up, straightening them, after that he pressed me to himself again.
"What are you doing?" I arched an eyebrow. He put his hand under my knee, then put my left leg at his hip. I hugged his neck with my other hand, trying to catch a balance.
"What do you think?" he smirked, looking into my eyes.
"I don't have even the slightest idea…" I grimaced, then put my leg down, stepped away from him, and pressed the folder to my chest. "I will not allow you to touch me until you will explain at least what are you doing here?"
"I'm the high priority informant," he said, then looked at his watch, "Time to go…"
"Where?" I asked with a protest in my voice, but he just took my elbow and led me to the door, opened it, and right when we were about to leave the room, he let go of my elbow and let me be the first one to leave the room.
My colleagues looked at me and him going right near me with jealousy in their looks, and it made me grin.
When we went outside, I noticed a black Mercedes driving in our direction, then it stopped for a few seconds right in front of us, so we quickly got inside.
His driver, a tall man in a classic black fit suit, started driving away from the police station even without any directions as if he already knew where to drive. I looked at Markus, his white hair was shining as snow even in the car. He felt my look and turned his head in my direction.
"Any explanations, or we'll play strangers?" I asked, feeling irritation growing inside me. Suddenly, he pressed the button on the small screen in front of him on his driver's seat, and it made a black screen appear between us, and the driver, separating from each other. He can't see us, and we can't see him. However, can he hear us?
"This will prevent us from being heard and watched…" he answered the question in my head as if he read it up in my mind, then he pulled me to himself, and put me on his knees, with my back to the driver, and with my face at him. Then, he took his jacket off and threw it at the place I was sitting a few seconds ago.
"Should I do the same?" I asked, feeling whining in the nether regions. Damn…
"As you wish. I just feel too hot in that damn jacket, when I'm near you…" he put his left hand on my back, started stroking it, while his second one took my chin, and pulled my head closer to him.
"Am I a doll for you to play with?" I suddenly asked, still feeling whining in the nether regions, and irritation at the same time growing somewhere in my chest area.
My words made him stop. He looked at me with his eyes full of… something unknown to me, yet I feel this look is very dangerous. However, it caused dozens of goosebumps to run up and down my body.
"What makes you think like that?" his voice was serious and cold.