Nicole had all the evidence she wanted to show Michael ready to go when she got to her office on Monday. He was late coming into work. She felt her emotions begin to bubble up again. She was so upset last night as she went over her notes.
She heard the sound of Michael’s footsteps as he passed her office. She took deep breaths to calm herself. She couldn’t go into his office and turn into a blubbering pile of emotions. After a few moments she grabbed the leather tote that had all her notes in it and left her office. She went over to his and knocked once then entered.
“Good morning, Nicole,” Michael said as he sipped his coffee.
“Sir.” She walked over to his desk and just stood there in front of it.
“What’s wrong, Nicole?”
“I finished my research…for the Richard Williams’ case.”
“Well sit down and tell me what you found out.”
She sat on the chair.
Michael was intrigued by her trying to control her emotions.
“I got all the police reports and I comb through all the interviews with the neighbors. I took it upon myself to go interview a couple of the neighbors again.”
“Why would you do that?”
“The statements they gave the cops didn’t feel right.”
“You invested your time because you had a feeling?”
“Did it pay off?”
“I’m guessing your theory about him killing his fleeing wife is closer to the truth, than his story about finding his wife screwing someone.”
“Her name was Delta…and that man kept her prisoner in that tiny apartment for years. The neighbors rarely saw her, but the few times they did she was afraid.”
Michael got up and slowly walked over to her.
“The man Richard killed was a neighbor who recently moved into the apartment building. Matthew, his name was Matthew…he only wanted to help her and now he is dead. He recognized the signs of a battered wife and approached her. His sister was abused by her husband. All the neighbors liked him…and they blamed her for his death. Can you believe they blamed her.” Nicole couldn’t control her tears anymore.
She was startled when she felt Michael’s hand gently stroking her hair.
“She just wanted to be free of that monster. What right did he have to take her life, to take Matthew’s life?”
“It’s alright, Nicole.”
“You can’t take this case. That man deserves the worse the legal system can throw at him.”
“And what should I tell his mother, Nicole. She was the one who hired me. Do you believe that she thinks her son is a monster?”
Nicole stood and put some distance between her and him.
“Of course she wouldn’t think her son is a monster.”
“She wants the best she can provide for him. Life isn’t black and white, Nicole.”
“What about Delta’s and Matthew’s parents?”
“What about them. Where was Delta’s parents during all of this? Do you want to dig deeper and find out. I would advise not doing that or you will have even more pity for her. Matthew’s parents are surely blaming Delta for their son’s death. She knew how dangerous her husband could be.”
“Why is everyone blaming her?!” Nicole said louder than she intended.
Michael watched the tears fall down her face. Tears for a stranger, this intrigued him. The passion she had about all of this excited him. He didn’t care at all about Delta or Matthew or for that matter Richard. All he cared about was doing his job, and yet Nicole’s empathy for these strangers was beautiful to watch.
“I’m sorry, you must think…”
Michael closed the gap between them and took her into his arms. He wanted her now and he was unable to control his impulse. He lifted her up and kissed her. He felt her tear stain cheeks against his as he forced his will upon her. His excitement rose when he felt her arms go around him. Her surrender to him was palpable. He knocked the stuff off the corner of his desk and laid her down on top of it. He tore at her clothes, needing, wanting to claim her. He kissed her hard as he undid his pants and quickly pulled them down. He pulled her skirt up and tore her panties from her. He impaled her with his cock, driving himself deeper and harder into her. He gently bit her lower lip as he rammed his cock into her over and over. He lifted himself up and looked at her lying under him as he thrust harder and harder. Her breasts bounced hard with each thrust. The way her ripped blouse framed her breasts excited him more.
He pulled his cock out and lifted her up. He wanted to take her from behind. He flipped her over and slammed her against the desk. He entered her from behind, burying his cock to the hilt with each thrust. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, forcing her to arch back. He felt her body shudder under him and her pussy walls clamped down and slightly pulsate around his cock. He released her hair and gripped her hips hard. Her skirt was bunched up on the small of her back. He gripped her hips tighter and thrust hard. He rammed his cock over and over until he felt his orgasm build. His cum pumped deep inside her as he kept his cock buried in her. He leaned over and pressed his body against hers. He felt her body stiffen under him.
He slowly eased his cock from her. He pulled his pants up and zipped them. He walked over to the front of his desk.
She slowly stood up straight. She pulled her skirt down and tried to cover her breasts with the tattered remains of her shirt and bra.
The room was uncomfortably quiet.
“Stay right here. I will be right back.”
Nicole couldn’t look him in the eyes. She gradually sat on the chair. What the hell just happened? She didn’t have time to ponder this because he came right back in.
“Here, put this on.”
She grabbed the white dress shirt from him.
“I should have been more careful,” he said calmly.
How in the hell can he be so damn calm right now, after fucking her like that?
“I wanted that to happen, Nicole. I’m hoping you feel the same. Your passion about this case excited me.”
“I don’t know what to think, Sir.”
“I will understand if you don’t want to work for me…”
“I do want to work for you, Sir. It’s just, I don’t lose control like that…I should have…” She slowly looked at him.
He couldn’t help but smile at her. She looked embarrassed, uncomfortable, and yet she still had the look of a woman who just got fucked well. “There was nothing you could have done to stop that, Nicole. You wanted me as much as I wanted you. Your meek demeanor turns me on. I think you are drawn to my strength. I want to explore this more, but I will not force you to do anything. If you want to keep it professional I will respect that. If you want to explore this further, I would like that. Either way, your job doesn’t depend on you fucking me.”
She was taken aback by his bluntness.
“I will hand Richard’s case over to my partner. Consider this a gesture of respect for your feelings, Nicole.” He grabbed a pen and a notecard. He wrote down something then handed her the card.
She quickly read what he wrote. “The Legacy tower…”
“That is my address. If you want to pursue this as a more intimate relationship then be at my penthouse this Saturday. If you want to keep it strictly professional then don’t show up at my apartment. Like I said either way, this won’t affect your job at all.”
“That sounds pretty black and white to me, Sir.”
“It was meant to be that simple, Nicole. Now, go put on my shirt. I will explain to Emily that I clumsily spilt my coffee all over your pretty blouse. What we do in private is no one’s business.”
Nicole left his office and quickly went to hers. She took off the tattered remains of her shirt and bra and put his dress shirt on. It was too big on her, but his scent was all over it. She looked at the address he had written on the notecard. She was having trouble wrapping her mind around that she just fuck her hot boss and he wanted more.