From Pemberley to Manhattan [COMPLETED]

Chapter 66

THAT SAME MOMENT

MANHATTAN, NEW YORK

"She's been questioned by the Feds, as her brother told you. But, ever since, I haven't found any indication Nat's been taken by the Bureau or the CIA or any agencies. At least, it wasn't official. So, if she was taken by the Government, it was off the books."

Fanny took a deep breath. Exhaled slowly. She had been taught to do that when she was on the verge of losing her patience. She did the procedure another three times. It didn't work. She was still enraged.

"And that's all you've got for me?", she accused Terry, "After a week? All you've got is nothing! I mean, you don't even know if she's with the Feds or the CIA!"

They were in his and Doug's cramped office, and could hear phones ringing, people yelling desperately and cops shouting orders outside. Terry, who had been sitting in his chair behind one of the desks, stood up, took a few steps until he reached the door, which had been ajar, and closed it. Then, he returned to his desk, but this time he sat on the edge of his desk, facing her.

Fanny looked, as usual, irresistible. She was wearing a revealing dark green backless dress, which contrasted beautifully with her alabaster skin and her red hair. Sitting down as she was, with her legs crossed, the silky fabric ended many inches over her knees, too many inches for his soberness.

She'd been talking on her cell when she walked into his office, making many heads turn her way as she paraded like a top model, and he'd overheard her telling whoever she was talking to she'd get to the pub in half an hour. Terry couldn't help feeling jealous. He really hoped it hadn't been a man on the other side of the line.

"Fanny, I'm doing you a favor. Remember?" She rolled her eyes at him, which made him want her even more. He had to be tough, though. He couldn't keep cutting her slacks. "This is not an official investigation. It's a personal investigation, as a matter of fact. You've even made some very indecent promises to repay this specific favor."

"Hey, don't you dare accuse me of not keeping my part of the bargain!" Terry loved it when she was all worked up, blushing with anger, pouting like an eight-year-old. "You're the one who didn't accept my terms, because you're a fuc–"

He pulled her up and encaged her with his legs on each side of her hips in less than a second. Even though he was sitting on the desk, he was still a few inches taller than she was. One of his hands was possessively on the small of her back, his fingers strong and warm against her dress; the other was under her chin, forcing her to look in his eyes.

"The day I take you to my bed, it won't be because of a fucking promise you want to keep. I want you. A lot. I think about you all the time. But the only way we're making love is if you're willing. Like, truly willing."

She was quiet for a long moment, just staring into his eyes. Then, the sexiest grin Terry had ever seen appeared on her lips. He waited anxiously for her answer, yet she did something that didn't require words instead. Her hand closed over the nape of his neck and she pulled his lips to her. Fanny didn't wait for him to use his tongue first. Of course not. She had to take all initiatives, Terry knew.

If she wanted to be the Alfa dog in their relationship, then she'd just be it. He didn't care, as long as there was a relationship between them, not only make out sessions and some hot nights under the sheets.

Fanny tasted of mint and... Fanny. Terry couldn't explain it; she tasted spicy and bittersweet, absolutely delicious. She deepened the kiss and pressed her soft body against his hard one, making him groan loudly. Her tongue moved deep and surely, and all that was left for him to do was to enjoy the sharp pleasure he was feeling.

"Uh, Terry?" A jerk who was about to get shot interrupted them.

"What?!" He practically yelled at the masculine voice that had ended one of the most arousing kisses of his life when he recognized Officer House. Shit, he was at the precinct, making out with a woman who had no reason to be there.

"Sorry, Terry, but the captain wants to see you in his office..." Then after a second pause, House explained, "He says it's pretty urgent."

"Okay", he told the cop. He then turned to Fanny, whose lips were swollen from the kiss. "You stay right here, is that clear?"

"Pfff..." She answered sarcastically, already moving away from him. "I have places to be, darling", she informed with an arrogant tone. She moved to the door, but the young officer was still blocking it. He looked at her and back at the detective.

"Should I book her, sir?", he asked Terry, his mistake crystal clear. He thought Fanny was a hooker, which gave Terry a second motive to shoot the man.

"No! What's wrong with you, man? She's not a prosti–" He was interrupted by Fanny's contagious laugh.

"Are you gonna handcuff me, officer? Because I'd love some handcuffing." She took a few steps closer to officer House, who was now pale, looking like he was about to pass out. "No? Oh, that's all right, honey. You couldn't afford me, anyway."

With that, she walked out of the office, leaving behind two open-mouthed men.

"Who's that?", the officer asked Terry, already looking smitten.

"My future wife", the detective replied with a broad smile on his face.

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