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She woke up feeling the worst she's ever felt. It was probably the talk Craig had with her, breaking her down, making her feel trashy. Normally, she'd scorn him and fall asleep during mid conversation, but she listened as he picked her apart, piece by piece.
It was now seven in the morning, meaning she had work in half an hour.
She flinched at the thought of Jahseh. He gave her even more of a reason to take the day off. Of course she couldn't because the lawyers do play a primary role in the force.
She rolled onto her side, seeing Craig fast asleep right before her. So mellow, yet cataclysmic.
She slid her hand over his cheek, giving it a bland massage with her thumb. She hated the way he treated her, but loved him genuinely.
Making her way into the bathroom, she eyed herself through the mirror. Craig's flinty comments stabbed tiny needles through her heart. She wasn't gratified anywhere, not at home nor at her job. She pushed his scrimpy mouthful to the back of her head, getting read for work.
After a relaxed shower, she slid on black lace under garments, a button down blouse, and job-appropriate pants, in order to keep Jahseh out of her privates.
Just in case he decided to try something slick.
She then spritzed on some of her beloved perfume, grabbing her purse and brief case.
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She sighed as she pushed through the front doors of the jail. She sped over to her office, locking the door behind her. Resting her purse on the desk, she sat down, massaging her temples. Her appointment with Jahseh was in the next hour.
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Jahseh made his way to breakfast. The sound of hashing and Styrofoam plates ripping attacked his ears. He grabbed his nauseating grub, sitting at a table by himself. Of course Ms. Jones was the very first thing on his mind.
He became stiff at the naked thought of her. He gnawed at his bottom lip, rubbing himself under the table as nasty intuitions wrapped his brain in a sturdy knot.
He pulled himself together and pushed his morning slop away, eyeing the clock. Forty-five minutes left.
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She picked up her telephone, sending Victor the call to send Jahseh in. Sadly, it was time for their session.
He crept in with a smirk upon his face, "Mornin'." He took a seat.
She eyes him, "Good morning."
He slouched in his chair, masticating his bottom lip which made her feel afflictive. Yet, she found it... sexy. She knew what he was fantasizing about when he laid all his focus upon her breasts, which were covered, but in his mind they weren't.
She snapped at him, "My eyes are up here, Mr.Onfroy."
"I know that." He modestly responded.
"Look here, Jahseh. Attack me like that again and I'll rat your behind out. Ya' hear me?" She muttered at him through clenched teeth.
He chuckled, "I told you what I would do if you did that. Why put yourself in harm's way?"
She had forgotten about Jahseh's "plans" if she told anyone what had taken place.
"Right after I'd inform them, you'd be behind metal bars. You wouldn't be able to kill me, now would you?" She crossed her arms, smirking.
He snickered again at the woman's un-intimidating remark, "Metal bars?" He put air quotes around the word 'bars', "Are you forreal? You do know I was in prison before, right?"
