Undercover Inferno

Chapter Three

“Damn it!” Tasha cursed as she threw down her mask that got ripped off, and angrily stomped into Xavier’s study where he was going through some paperwork. He hurriedly closed it up to which she raised an eyebrow but said nothing. “Jeez Tasha, could you at least knock, I thought it was the kids” , “Oh really, since when did you start raising your voice at me and since when did the kids know about this place? , you know what , here you go”. She angrily dropped the diary and the tag , “My night is already shitty enough as it is, I don’t need more testosterone to finish it off”. “Hey Tash……” . She was already gone.

Taking the elevator to the sixth floor, she opened the door to her apartment. She had refused Xavier’s offer to get a temporary apartment under an alias till the case was over. Instead, she applied to move her therapy sessions back to California and it had been approved barely a few hours after she applied for it, probably with Xavier’s intercession or he wasn’t even aware, she didn’t care. All she needed at the moment was a drink to calm her down.

She walked straight to her bar, which was looking shiny and pristine courtesy of the cleaners she paid to do so. She picked a drink without looking at the label and poured a little into a wine glass as she recalled her tumble with the deliciously handsome man back at the murder scene . Probably because she had not had s*x in a while , she couldn’t help getting wet at the thought of how he was hard and firm in all the right places, no unnecessary fat, the muscular arm that held her in a death choke, the calloused palm that had pulled at her arm when they were tangling.

She quickly got rid of her leather pants and jacket, leaving only her singlet on, she pulled out the rotating seat and sat on it, raised her legs to the seat handles, moving her hands towards her lacy panties. She imagined herself held within those tight abb body, with the thin cold lips on hers, the calloused palm choking her throat and his deep….., the ringing of her cell phone woke her from his reverie, pulling her wet fingers out and wiping it off on her singlet. She looked at the screen and picked up the call “Hey b***h, I heard you’re in town”, “ Good evening to you too sweetheart, from who?” , “The wicked witch of the west”. Tasha burst out laughing, trusting Trixie to cheer her up at any time, “Trixie, you know Xavier won't appreciate you calling Selena a witch”, “There are many other things I’ve said about his wife he won’t appreciate, I think a witch is the last of them”.

They both laughed that off and after a short moment of silence and slow breathing, Trixie finally asked, “are you really okay?”. She swallowed heavily, “I don’t know about it now, but I know I’ll be sometime. I mean I was practically about to c*m from fantasizing about a stranger that I had a brief fight with today”. She gave a wry laugh and almost missed the shocked gasp of her best friend , “Holy hell, you did not!”, “Unfortunately, I did”, “Unfortunately?, tell me, is he like some forbidden cookie or something, they always taste the best''. Tasha shook her hand and asked with sarcasm dripping from her voice, “Ooh, and how did the bad cookie work for you?”. There was a brief pause from the other side of the phone and then a mellow voice different from the previous exuberant one rang out, “You know you’re being a b***h right now, anyways, mood changers aside,I was thinking how would you feel about working as my assistant, you know with the whole probation and stuff and you could fill me in about our hot wrestler and what not”, “He’s not a wrestler….. I guess”

She shrugged even though the listener couldn’t see her. “He’s not?, what is he then?, an American football player, a gym coach, could you help me out here?”. “Well actually, I don’t know him, I just got into a fight with him after I saw him leaving the scene of a murder I was supposed to be investigating”, “OOOhhhhh juicy, so he’s a murderer!”. “Trixie!, that’s not yet determined, you know what, I’ll fill you in tomorrow”, “HMM, getting defensive I see. Love is in the air”, she said in a sing-song voice, “see you tomorrow then”, “Thank you so much Trix, see you tomorrow”, “ Ew, that’s crying, please don’t do that with thanks and stuff, see you tomorrow b***h, and hey, work opens by 8:00am, ok?”, “ Yes boss”. With the call ended, she finally put a stop to her erotic thoughts, and went to take a shower, after which she picked up the clothes she left on the floor in the laundry basket, and with the little alcohol she had taken, she nodded off to sleep.

Walking through the glass doors with the tiny bell on it, she stepped into ‘TRIX EVENT PLANNERS’. It always made her laugh just thinking about it in Trixie’s singing voice. She was a natural character. Looking back at their whole life of friendship, she had only seen Trixie upset once. That was her last break up, it almost ruined her. She had been on a two-year mission only to come back and see a shadow of her friend because a douchebag had ruined her. She had ever since been averse to the term LOVE, even though she eventually went back to her usual optimistic self, but she still withdrew at the slightest show of affection from the opposite gender, even though she doesn’t turn down a good shag or two. Right now, Trixie was sitting behind her table, talking animatedly to a middle-aged woman who had her nose in the air with a trendy navy blue suit and some kind of a scarf around her neck tied in a fancy bow or whatever it was called. She looked like those cold caretakers of orphanages or receptionists of high business enterprises, she was probably a new client.

Knocking on the door, she opened just a crack and peeked through, “Tasha, there you are, come on in, Miss Milton, meet my assistant Natasha. Well, Natasha met Miss Milton, our new client, the secretary to Mr Armando Alonzo, owner of Alonzo businesses”. With the way she laid emphasis on the names, Tasha guessed they were probably some kind of big shots , but she just replied with a handshake with the prim and proper Miss and then sat down to join the discussion. Apparently, they were planning a mask party at the client’s hotel and he wanted it to be Italian themed. It was an urgent work whose contract was to be signed on site. Facing Trixie’s doe-eyed look at her, she shook her head, oh no she was not going on site for her first day of work.

That was what she thought, but roughly 45 minutes later and she was hands down pulling loads of lining and artificial flowers out of the truck with dust and sweat all over her, she cut a sorry figure and so did Trixie, but somehow she still seemed super happy and beautiful with her red hair all over the place, but that was Trixie for you. “Hello ladies, I see you’re getting your hands dirty”. She first heard Trixie take in a deep breath and mutter Holy f**k, turning she locked eyes with the most unexpected person , her admirer or so from Vegas, “I’m Romero, Armando’s assistant, nice to meet you again Natasha, and you must be Beatrice”, “Yes I am” , and then she whispered to Natasha, “Again?”, “I’ll fill you in later, its kind of a long story”. Then nudging her, Trixie stepped forward to accept a handshake, “Oh by God you’re hot”. A look from Tasha told her she had said it out loud, “I’m so sorry”, she squeaked, earning a chuckle from Romero. “On behalf of Alonzo's businesses and Armando himself, I’m here to offer you both an invite to the party. I’m assuming that you’ve discussed the price with Miss Milton, here’s the contract, you can sign here and here”. He handed over the contract to Trixie, who signed it, barely reading through it. He stuck out his hands towards her again, “I hope to enjoy working with you”, “Oh yes you will sugar”, she replied with an obvious undertone and a long,, having lost glint in her eyes. Natasha felt almost a lot of pity for the young man, but there would be more of an underlying excitement about how this business cooperation would turn out.