Linstead - Broken hearts

Chapter 4

After leaving his kids, he heads to work. He knows they're in good hands and wishes he had more time with them. However, today he's more anxious than ever. He would see her again. They hadn't spoken since Saturday, and he can't get her words out of his head: "I'll see you on Monday."

She wouldn't start today, but he would see her again. Even though he had committed to being professional, it's hard to ignore everything that happened on Friday. The tingling he felt in his hands when he touched her in the car is still there. It's difficult not to feel a burning sensation in his chest, right where she had touched before leaving. Her dimples light up his memory. And so, even though he can't have her, he'd be happy just to see her, to talk to her, and to watch her in action.

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When she arrived at the top floor of the FBI building, she took a deep breath, adjusted her blazer, and stepped out of the elevator with confidence, even if she didn't feel that way inside. She had perfected the art of hiding her emotions. As she walked toward the office of the man who might become her new boss, she caught sight of him before she even entered. Her heart skipped a beat. This man definitely had an effect on her.

The only problem for Halstead was that she was irresistibly sexy. She approached his office in a black suit with a light blue blouse underneath, with one or two buttons undone, revealing just her necklace and the skin of her neck. Her hair was loose, and she wore low heels that barely made a sound as she walked with such grace. She looked even more stunning than he remembered.

As soon as they entered, the tension in the room was palpable. They examined each other, their gazes locking. The same sensation they had felt on that early Saturday morning, when his hand had touched hers, was back. It wasn't just the electricity of the touch they desperately wanted to feel again, but the sensation itself—something they couldn't quite explain. It was an unfamiliar feeling, which they both attributed to mere sexual attraction. Casual sex was the only form of intimacy either of them allowed themselves, something they had learned to cope with over time.

"Good morning..." His gravelly voice interrupted her thoughts. He was desperate to hear more of her voice and would do whatever it took to get her to start working with him as soon as possible.

"Good morning..." She stood up and adjusted her suit, buttoning it as she walked towards him.

He was also in a suit, which was amusing because his suit matched hers: a black blazer with a blue shirt, slightly darker than Lindsay's, but it still looked as though they were coordinating, as if they had planned it. Davis tried not to let on how sexy she thought he looked in a suit.

She knew he looked good. On Saturday morning, after the mission, they had both gone back to their suits but were too tired to notice much. Today was different, and they both felt the tension in the air. They exchanged glances that lasted longer than they realized, but they didn't mind. They wanted to get the most out of each other, as unknowingly, both were committed to professionalism.

"Well, if you weren't hallucinating and too tired to offer me a spot on the team, I'm actually going to accept the job," she said. He wasn't sure how he would handle those dimples, that look, and her playful demeanor, but he would find out because he wasn't giving up.

"Never. I don't make empty promises or invitations." He smiled at her smile, with a hint of double entendre, but he was serious and honest in his words. Jay Halstead maintained his integrity. His character and principles were unshakable. He wasn't too proud to break them if necessary, but he definitely kept his word as much as possible. His gaze affected Lindsay, and she wanted to throw caution to the wind and feel his lips on hers, but she smiled and sat down, pushing the impure thoughts aside. "Have you spoken with SAC Miller?" he asked about what she had discussed since Saturday.