LauriIt was almost midnight by the time I finished the paper and turned off my laptop. Mike had spent most of that time in my bedroom talking to god only knew who. When he wasn’t in there, he was pacing through the kitchen, looking over at me with a mixture of irritation and desire. I couldn’t tell if he was still pissed about my lying to his detective or if he was pissed because he wanted me to hurry up so he could get in my pants.
Personally, I wanted to hurry up to let him get in my pants. He’d taken the liberty of removing his shirt and boots, walking around my apartment in his jeans and a wife-beater. Every ripple of his arms and abs was easily seen. The more I watched him pace around, the wetter my panties got at the idea of peeling that damn tank off him and getting a good look at
