Case File Name:
One Agreement.
♠Chapter Eight♠
"We should talk."
I nodded as I gathered my notebook and pen, "Talk about what?" I said, glancing up to meet Aisha's dark eyes.
Aisha raised a brow, "You didn't text me all weekend," she pointed out.
Which was true—I spent my Saturday morning with Payton and nursing a hangover and then Sunday I went to brunch with Marie and then later I FaceTimed Nadia for a few hours while I cleaned up around my apartment.
"I was busy," I said with a smile, leaning back in my chair.
Aisha only sighed as she walked over to me, "And I get that," she said, stopping in front of me as she eyed the short white dress I wore with stockings, "But I miss you," she murmured, which seemed to make alarm bells suddenly ring in my head.
Especially with how she was looking down at me.
It made everything inside of me freeze up, not knowing exactly what I should say at a time like this.
Because the sentence I miss you too wasn't about to fall from my lips.
I nearly let out a sigh of relief when a knock sounded at my office door.
"Come in," I said quicker than I could think it through, which easily made Aisha shake her head, clearly not the happiest about being interrupted.
And as soon as Tazmin entered my office, I don't think I was the happiest about the interruption either.
Suddenly, I couldn't tell which scenario was worse.
Aisha confessing her feelings to me, or Tazmin back in my office possibly informing me of another job.
"It's about the case," Tazmin said bluntly, glancing over to Aisha who stood in front of me while I remained seated in the chair.
Aisha pursed her lips, "We can finish this conversation later," she determined, backing away from me.
I blinked a few times, "Sure," I forced out, even if I knew I would be avoiding her and that conversation like the plague.
I knew the risks that came with messing around with a coworker.
But I always thought there was a higher chance of getting caught, not her catching feelings for me.
This is officially messy.
Tazmin tilted her head at me, and almost immediately, I realized I was openly displaying how troubled I felt on my face.
Which made me quickly clear my throat, rolling my shoulders back as I forced any thoughts regarding Aisha away.
"Another job?" I mumbled, eyeing the woman approaching me.
She wore a black sleeveless blazer that exposed her toned, tattooed arms, paired with matching dress pants and heels—leaving her light hair slicked back into a low bun and out of her bare face.
"Not quite," Tazmin said, stopping in front of me as she reached into her pocket.
Which seemed to make my defenses quickly shoot up.
Until she revealed a stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills held together by a rubber band.
Along with another which she sat beside it on my desk in front of me.
"For the book," she said, which seemed to immediately make my brows furrow.
"I don't need it," I said, pushing the money back over to her, glancing up at her with a noticeable analyzation.
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Romance"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especiall...
