Lisa Marie Rice by A Fine Specimen

Author:A Fine Specimen [Specimen, A Fine]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-07-28T18:47:30.418000+00:00

Alex didn’t have too much experience in politely asking people to do things. In the first half of his life, no

one would have done anything for him no matter what he asked or how he asked it. His parents had been

lost in their own dark, cruel and desperate world of drugs and alcohol, with nothing left over for him.

And in the second half of his life, he just gave orders and they were obeyed. Cop shops were like the

military. They sure as hell weren’t democracies. So this whole notion of asking someone to do something

they might or might not do, depending on their mood, was completely foreign to him.

Maybe he should have asked Caitlin if she’d like to stay with him while she was doing whatever it was

she was doing in the station house.

No!

His entire nature balked at the thought. He could ask Caitlin what she’d like for dinner. He could ask her

what movie she’d like to see or if she’d like to go for a walk. But her sleeping at the Carlton, in

Riverhead, was not an option. It was absolutely out of the question. He’d been crazy to let her stay in the

Carlton even one night.

Riverhead was a place where the druggies and the punks came out of the woodwork after dark. During

the day it was only the loonies and sad drunks, so he’d felt more or less satisfied that she wasn’t out and

about at the most dangerous times.

He hadn’t had alarm bells ringing in his head, so against his better judgment, he’d let her stay there. But

now they’d had sex. She wasn’t Ray Avery’s anymore, she was his . For the time being, anyway. Her

safety was now his direct concern and staying in Riverhead didn’t figure into the equation at all.

Riverhead was for scumbags, not gorgeous young scholars.

She was so beautiful this morning, wearing his shirt, that glorious hair tied back with a shoelace. He’d

watched her fussing in his austere kitchen, making a mess, humming softly along with the radio. He’d

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leaned against the doorframe, drinking in the sight of her and rubbing his chest, where something inside

had started aching.

She was like a fairy, a good fairy come down to earth just for him, to make him stale French toast and to

make sure he broke his three-year record of going into the office every Sunday. Right then, watching her

hips sway under his shirt, the idea of going into the office on a Sunday had struck him as insane. Why had

he been living like that? Sundays were for gorgeous fairies with their asses swaying gently to the beat.

“What?” Alex paused for a moment before forking in another bite. She’d said something.

“I said that’s very kind of you.” When he looked up, startled, she blushed. “To let me stay with you.”

Alex snorted and sipped his coffee. He wasn’t kind, he was selfish. Having her stay here was purely

self-serving. He knew she’d be safe, he wouldn’t have to worry about ferrying her to and fro and he’d

have her available for sex whenever he wanted.

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