Fatal Attractions

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Warning: This chapter contains mature themes (aka smut). I labeled the beginning of the smutty part with a * and ended it with the same sign so you can skim over that part if you prefer. Read at your own discretion.

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"I don't know where you are, and I have no right to, and you have no reason to talk to me, but I'm asking you as a friend to please call me back, Aubrey. I really need you." I rubbed my throbbing eyelids then hit the end button angrily, finishing the twentieth voicemail in two hours.

I haven't heard from her in five days and was really starting to get worried. For all I know, she could be dead in a ditch, or smoking pot and hating my guts at a sex club, or blowing all of my money somewhere without me knowing it to get back at me.

I paced over to my window and stared out at the peaceful city before me, sighing. If they only knew the havoc going on inside this building.

Montgomery died, shocker. Thoughtful ceremonies were held, but his loss wasn't a huge blow to the city, he wasn't doing much anyway. Blake-- despite my suggestions-- was sworn into office and the council got back to ass kissing to try and obtain the spot of deputy mayor, while not knowing that none of their names were on his list.

His offer still stood for me and I still wasn't sure I should take it. If I did, then the council members would really hate me, but I would like being able to step on them instead of the other way around. Then again, if the mayor trend continues as it has these past months, then I could find myself in the hot seat, and I didn't want that for the risk and the fact that this town would go to shit if I was mayor. No one liked me enough to support me. Yeah, I had changed my mind about the whole mayor thing. While it seemed like a good idea in a perfect world, this city was far from perfect.

"Ms. Sharpe," Miss Quint knocked from the other side of the door. "Dr. Peters is here to see you."

I turned and went to the door, opening it. Dr. Peters smiled back at me, a file peeking out from his hands.

"Come in." I said, not sure what he was doing here. Thinking about it, I hadn't talked to this guy in weeks. Then again, nobody has. He has barely been making any progress.

"Good afternoon, Miss Sharpe." He greeted, taking a seat across from my desk.

"Can I help you?" I asked, sitting uneasily in my chair.

"I was hoping it would be the other way around." He put his file on my desk. "How did you know?"

I looked around the room, confused, and a little nervous. "Know what?"

"Amphitrite," A smile slid on his face. "I know it was you who sent in the tip."

My face flushed. "Um, I don't-"

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, I tracked the mail from the P.O. box back to you." That was legal? "I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to, but I just want to know how you did it. I've been working on that for months." His eyes were starving for information, almost to the point of insanity.

"I have my sources." I muttered. "Maybe your information just needed a fresh set of eyes."

"Well I could use those eyes in my research." He folded his hands in his lap.

"What?" I laughed in disbelief. "Me?"

He nodded. "You're very perceptive, Miss Sharpe, always evaluating, always analyzing, I've noticed that about you. It's almost like you have a secret or something." Yeah, no shit.

I kept my composure. "I just don't want to let my guard down."

"Well," He leaned forward, placing his arms on the end of my desk. "I could really use your help." He could really use Logan's help, like hell I was going to tell him that.