Betrayal of Justice by Mark M Bello

Author:Mark M Bello [Bello, Mark M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 8Grand Publications
Published: 2019-11-17T16:00:00+00:00

Micah instinctively straightened his hair as he read the note. “She thinks I’m terrific,” he boasted. He hauled his ass out of bed, marched into the bathroom, and took a cold shower, courtesy of Jessica’s defective hot-water tank. Afterward, he dressed and ate a quick breakfast at a local coffee shop.

He had work to do. He needed to purchase equipment to defeat a caller ID block, check computer records, and develop, with Jessica, an approach to take with the janitor. That would give him an excuse to see her. What a night! It might have been the best night of his life. Jessica was amazing. He was still alive! He loved sex, doing it, watching it, reading about it, but never, ever, had he experienced anything like Jessica Klein.

After breakfast, Micah returned to the hotel to check for messages. Nothing. He walked over to city hall and the register of deeds office. Jessica was at the front desk, dressed to kill. She wore a tight-fitting, very low-cut teal silk dress. Micah couldn’t believe the city permitted her to dress like this. He didn’t mind, In fact, he imagined her without the dress. Last night’s memories were vivid.

“Hi,” she greeted him.

“Hi, yourself,” he smiled.

“Did you sleep well? I didn’t have the heart to wake you. You looked so cute and peaceful,” she grinned.

“Thanks for the consideration and the compliment,” Micah noted.

“What brings you here this morning?”

“What kind of question is that?” Micah babbled. “You, of course.”

“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“If you’d like, I’ll say it again.”

“No, that’s not necessary. Once is enough.”

“Once will never be enough for me, when it comes to you,” he swooned.

“How sweet. Micah . . . I need to say this . . . Last night was wonderful, but . . .” She hesitated.

“But what?” he tensed. This girl is a roller-coaster ride.

“But there are no strings, no attachments. I know you’re going to finish your work and return to Detroit. I don’t want you to feel you owe me something. I had a great time last night, and I hope you did too. But if that’s where it ends, I’ll understand,” she assured.

“Jessica, I don’t think you understand. I didn’t have a great time last night.” Micah lowered his head, sad-faced.

“Oh, I just thought . . .” Jessica blushed.

“I had a terrific time, a marvelous time. I was in ecstasy. I never met a woman like you! ‘No strings’ is totally unacceptable to me. Don’t say anything like that again. I still can’t believe a knockout babe like you would even consider a schlub like me.”

Jessica was relieved. “A what?” she queried, confused.

“Schlub. A grubba-ying. You know,” Micah explained.

“No, I don’t. What language is that?” She wondered, still perplexed.

“Yiddish.” Not Jewish? He didn’t care if she was PLO. He was in lust.

“What’s Yiddish?”

“It’s a slang language Jewish people use.”

“You’re Jewish?” Jessica exclaimed.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, just a surprise. There aren’t very many Jews in Berea.”

“Well, there’s a decent amount in the Detroit area.

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