“One second.” Her voice gets farther away, and when my phone starts dinging, I know she’s sent me something. “Did you get them?”
Putting her on speaker, I pull up her messages and watch as image after image appears. Some are of her dancing, laughing, but the last one with the phone to her ear, eyes closed, tongue peeking out of her mouth, I know that one is from just now.
“Christ, Scotlyn. Are you trying to kill me here?”
“I thought it was important for you to have that last one, so you can see that I’m affected the same as you are by the distance between us.” She sounds sad, and I wish like hell I were there right now. “I have one more, though. Promise not to show anyone?” Her nerves shake her voice.
“On my life,” I vow, and I can see the image processing. “Holy fuck,” I groan.
It’s a shot of her from behind, bent forward at an angle towards a mirror so that I can see every curve of her body. She's wearing a matching white lace panty and bralette. My dick is harder than it’s ever been, dying to be inside of her.
“Jaxson? Are you still there?” Her voice is hushed.
“Yeah,” I croak. “Just trying to find my tongue. You’re fucking gorgeous, sunshine. You take that just for me?”
“Yes,” she whispers. My cock twitches in my pants. “Libby sort of convinced me at dinner. She suggested that since we only had one date, you might need incentive to come back sooner rather than later for a second one.”
“Also, so he wouldn’t stray!” Her friend's voice echoes in the background.
“Not a fucking chance I would stray. One taste was enough for me to know exactly what I wanted.”
“It was?” Scotlyn’s tone is reticent.
“Yeah, sunshine, it was. I really wish that I’d stayed now, though. Seeing you like this in person is going to be one hell of a treat.” Scrubbing my jaw roughly, I don’t know how I’ll last more than a night away from her.
“I wasn’t going to send the last one. I didn’t want to give you the wrong idea.” Her voice trails off.
“Never. You couldn’t. But when I get home, we’ll have a nice long talk about what we’re doing.” And I have to tell her about my girls.
“Do you know how long you’ll be?” I can hear the pout in her tone, and it makes me grin. Good, I’m glad she misses me.
“Three days at least.” Too damn many. “Sunshine, I’ve got to go,” I say as I see the pizza delivery arrive. Flagging the guy down, he acknowledges me and heads this way.
“Already?” She’s going to fucking kill me.
“We’ll talk tomorrow. You still need to tell me what we’re having for dinner.” The virtual date idea came out of nowhere, but I'm looking forward to it for damn sure.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jaxson.” She sounds as disappointed as I am that I have to end the call. And it damn near kills me to hang up with her, but I know the sooner I get this job over with, the better.
Paying for the pizza, I go back into the room to find Mila sitting in the same spot as before. “You hungry?” She nods but doesn’t say anything as she comes over to grab a slice.
Going back to my emails, I familiarize myself with her soon-to-be ex. He’s a lawyer with a bad attitude and a reputation for working with some of the worst criminals in the state.
“How’d you meet him?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “I was a server; he came in every night, asked for my section. He was nice at first. Then we got married.” Which is typical for men like him.
“How long has he been hitting you?” I know what the file says, but many women leave out the beginning when it was just a slap here or there.
“Since our wedding night. But it wasn’t too horrible until about a year later. There were hospital visits. Excuses. Promises. I can’t do it anymore.” I believe her.
“Will he know who I am?” If he does, I will have to tell my parents and get extra security at the house because of the girls.
She shakes her head. “No, he doesn’t even know about the girls.” I breathe a little easier. “I kept that part of my past from him.” I express my thanks.
Mila will be going into witness protection until a trial can be set, so I looked up the one man her ex could very well send after her. He has ties to organized crime and likely won’t appreciate his lawyer getting sent to jail. Especially since she has evidence on both of them about the disappearance of the man’s last girlfriend. It’s the entire reason why she’s being secreted away.
“We’re switching hotels tomorrow, so you better get some sleep. It’s going to be a long day.” I don’t like staying in one place for long when dealing with criminals like this. There’s always the chance someone could recognize her, or they could follow us back here, no matter how many precautions I take.