قد تكون الرسالة مسيئة
Moore jerked his head toward the exit, signaling for her to follow him toward the locker rooms.
Mia hurried after him, only to catch Darius's shit-eating grin waiting for her.
"What the hell is that smile, D?"
"Just happy to know you had a good weekend."
Mia narrowed her eyes at him.
"What exactly are you implying, you perverted ass?"
Darius wiggled his eyebrows.
"New house. No kids. No overbearing mama. No pain-in-the-ass brother. You enjoy yourself?"
"None of your business, homo," she shot back and snorted, smirking at the memory of that morning and the sweet blowjob before breakfast.
Although she mainly moved furniture under the direction of the district attorney. She also vacuumed, even in the hardest-to-reach places (the ceiling). At one point, the thought crossed her mind that doing a big cleanup together over the weekend was almost as good as her half-hour workout at the gym. But in this case, she feels the pressure. The brunette has exceptionally good eyesight and can spot every speck of dust.
“Hey! In that case, you're gay too!”
“Nah,” she smirked.
“Oh, come on! You're a woman anyway, right?“
“Yeah, with a cock, by the way”
"You two." Moore's voice carried back from farther down the hallway. "Get cleaned up, then meet me outside the chief's office. We've got a special assignment."
He glanced back at Mia as he said the last part, then disappeared into the depths of the station, most likely heading toward the reception area for the morning donut run. Mia wanted one too.
