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  “Look, the other day when you passed me on your way to your anger management session. I was spell bound. I followed you without even realizing my feet were moving. I used the only excuse I could for being there when I said I threatened my neighbor. I did threaten him but only to take his dog from him. He lets him shit in my yard because he is too lazy to clean up after him. I told him that I would take the dog if it was too much work for him.” Her mouth drops open and she looks as though she is about to say something when her partner starts laughing.

  “Look I never thought you were the angry type but haven’t you ever heard of the art of conversation. You could have stopped me before entering the room and talked to me.” She says after elbowing her partner in the ribs.

  “I am Jacobs but you can call me Jake.” Her partner holds out his hand and I shake it.

  “Nice to meet you.” I tell him.

  “Ella said she found anger management a waste of time. Do you agree?” Jake asks. Ella. Her name is Ella. Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman.

  “I agree with Ella.” I let her name roll across my tongue as though it were a whispered prayer. The more I know her the more I want her.

  Chapter 3. Ella

  I received a shock when the neighbor to our victim turns out to be the man I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. The man that I had named Mr. Sexy. Oh he was still sexy alright, but now he has a name. Tyson. He doesn’t look like a Tyson to me. Though, the only comparison I have had is the boxer. I nearly laugh at even comparing the two. Tyson is a big man and yet I do not get the sense that he would ever box or worse bite someone’s ear off.

  The little demon on my shoulder is jumping up and down on my shoulder with excitement at seeing him again. Sit the fuck down. I want to say to that little tramp. She and my vagina seem to be of the same opinion. Jump on the man and at least get a good ride in. I bet he would buck like a bronco. Down girl. I growl at her in my head. Shit he is talking. The least I could do is pay attention.

  “They just talk without any solutions. I only went that once but I don’t see how it could be affective.” He says to Jake.

  “Dr. Taylor, has there been any suspicious activity around the neighborhood that you have noticed recently?” I ask him trying to get us back on task.

  “Please call me Ty and yes I noticed something sticking out of my door this morning when I was leaving to go to the store. It looked like someone had been trying to pick my lock.” He walks over to the trash can and pulls out a lock pick. Thanks to the internet they can be purchased for as little as five dollars and we all wonder how they get their hands on this shit. It’s too easy.

  “Shit, do you have a bag?” I ask Jake. He pulls one out of his inside pocket. I go over and have Ty drop it into the bag. I seal it and put it in my bag.

  “We will need your finger prints to rule you out as a suspect.” I tell him as I make my way over to the front door.

  “Not that door. This one.” He tells me as I turn to see where he is pointing. It is a side door that leads out on to a porch that wraps around the house. When I go house hunting I would love to find one like this. I could picture myself sitting out on this porch drinking my coffee in the mornings. I shake my head to get myself out of my musings.

  I step out on to the porch and look directly across the way and see the exact spot where the neighbor, who we came to question about skipping town on his arms dealing, was murdered this morning. That’s when it hits me. I know exactly what happened. The neighbor was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. The intended target was Ty. Fuck.

  How am I supposed to walk away from him now knowing that he is in danger? The FBI will not want me investigating this any further now that he isn’t a suspect. Though staying with him could lead to the suspect. I look over at my partner. Jacobs and I have been partners for a long time. I even introduced him to his wife who happens to be my only female friend. We have been friends since elementary school. I can tell that woman anything. She is my true confidante.

  Heather has always been there for me and when I introduced her to my new partner, I knew she was in good hands. That says a lot about my faith in Jake. Jake is like the little brother I always wanted. I am very protective of them both. I have learned early that nobody lives forever even when you desperately want them to.

  My mother died when I was only ten and I never got over it. She had breast cancer that spread before she even discovered the lump. It is why I am checked regularly. It is one of my greatest fears that I too will discover a lump and learn that it is too late to do anything about it.

  My father raised me after that. He did the best he could but I turned out to be a tomboy because I wanted to seek his approval. I discovered over time that I didn’t need sports for that but by then I had found I rather enjoyed them. He was a wonderful warm father, though I know he never got over the loss of my mother. He loved her so much that at times when I was little I felt like I was the outsider. Now, I see what they had and want that for myself.

  My father died right before I got in with the FBI. I know he would have been proud of me though. It had been what I wanted to do since college. I started out as a police officer and applied every year to the FBI. We would do my application together every year. That year was no different only he didn’t live long enough to see the results. He had a massive heart attack three days after we sent in my application. I know that he would have been so excited. I hold on to the thought that he would be proud.

  I suppose that is why I have lousy luck with men. I want a man like my father and yet none can live up to him. I guess I have been looking in all the wrong places. All I have found are losers and cheaters. The sex was the equivalent of a nice shower when I need a bath or a scoop of ice-cream when I want a sundae. It was lacking. Either they had the wrong sized equipment or zero stamina. I need a man who will dominate me and ride me hard for at least an hour. I have to flick my own pearl to get off and that just isn’t right.

  I have dated the roughest and toughest men and they are all pussies in the bedroom. I need a man who will tell me what to do and not fear that I will kick their ass. I look over at Dr. Sexy and I wonder what he would be like.

  I shake myself out of those thoughts. I need to think about how I am going to protect him when I have no idea what to even look for. I do know that his home was the intended break in. I am curious as to why. He doesn’t come across as the type to associate with shady individuals. It has to either be a vendetta or something to do with his practice.

  “Ty do you have any enemies?” I ask him as I sit back down beside Jake. I tap my fingers on my knees as I wait for his answer.

  “Not that I know of. I turned a guy in for stealing some of the controlled substances out of the locked cabinet in the ER before I left. He was pretty pissed but I do not see him killing my neighbor. What does his death have to do with me?” I do not for a minute think that it is the junky from the ER. I will have to look in to it anyway. I do not want to scare him, though he does need to know that he very well might be in danger. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t tell him and something happens.

  “I think that the perpetrator might have been trying to break in to your house when your neighbor came outside to walk his dog and caught the man in the act.” He jumps up from his seat and starts pacing as I follow him with my eyes. He looks like a caged tiger, trying to find a way out and destroy those who caged him.

  “Is there something here of value that someone may want?” I ask him as he turns to face me again.

  “No I have nothing of value here. My car is the only thing that I have spent more than a few hundred dollars for. I only keep files here from the office. I don’t keep any drugs here or anything like that.” He stops and runs his hands through his hair. He sighs in exacerbation. I believe him. There is no deception in his voice. He is truly surprised that he was the intended target.

  “Do you have any angry patients?” I ask when he takes his seat again.
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  “Not at all.” He says with a shake of his head as though the question is ludicrous.

  “Most of my patients are women and they are all very nice.” He says. Oh I bet they’re real nice. Nice and trampy as they try to get a ride from Dr. Sexy. There are women who have doctor fetishes or just want a man who can support them well. Either way it looks like Dr. Sexy probably has his hands full of woman trying to seduce him. Not only is he a doctor but he is also gorgeous.

  Dr. Sexy indeed. I am sure he has been stalked and preyed upon by soccer moms tired of their boring monotonous life of mini vans and prayer group. I bet he has women throwing their clothes off in the exam rooms hoping to entice him in to an illicit affair. It makes me wonder how strong his ethics are. He doesn’t seem like the type to allow such behavior but I have been wrong in the past. Not often but I have been wrong before.

  “Is there a man out there pissed off that you dated or dating his wife or girlfriend?” He shakes his head at my question and gives a small laugh.

  “I haven’t dated in a very long time. I have been far too busy setting up my practice.” I can believe the fierce way he states his answer. It makes the woman in me swoon that he is showing interest in me after not finding so many women attractive or a waste of time.

  “Is there a woman that is pissed that she couldn’t garner your attention?” I ask him and try not to laugh at the look on his face. His face morphs into a mask of contriteness as he thinks.

  “It’s possible, though I have kept them as patients. I just make sure I am never alone with them. I have a nurse in the room with us at all times. I have seen good doctors accused of sexual misconduct, so I make sure I always have a nurse with me when doing an exam on a woman.” He says as he looks in to my eyes. I do not doubt his words but I wonder if there is more to it.

  “Did any of those women approach you outside of your practice?” I can tell what his answer is without him saying a word by the way he looked away.

  “I had one of the women approach me at the gym I used to go to. She came to me in the locker room naked. I told her that it wasn’t possible and got the hell out of there. I haven’t returned since then and I haven’t seen that patient since then. I think she saw the disgust on my face. I don’t like women who try to force me into a sexual relationship. I like to do the work.” He finishes that off with an intense look in my direction and I understand now that he is talking about his pursuit of me.

  “Any others?” I clear my throat as I swallow hard. The man is too fucking good looking. How am I supposed to keep resisting him?

  “Off and on but none as blatant as the woman in the gym. I am familiar with how some women are about doctors and I try to steer clear of them.” He seems to be telling the truth so I move on.

  “Are there any husbands that do not like you being their wife’s doctor?” He stops staring at and looks like he is thinking it over.

  “I do have some that don’t feel comfortable with their women having a male doctor and I meet with them and introduce them to my nurses, who never leave me in the room alone with a woman. The significant others usually come around.” He says as he runs his fingers through his hair. Well shit. I have nothing that points in the direction of the suspect. I still think it has something to do with his practice. I am missing something.

  I look over at Jake who is staring intently at Ty. He finally looks over at me and I give him the pointed look that says ‘what the hell am I missing?’ His shoulders shrug.

  “I think we have everything we need.” Jake says as he stands up. Ty stands with us and he and Jake shake hands. He walks us to the door but stops me before I can make it through.

  “Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?” He asks and I flush. It has been a long time since I was asked out on a proper date. I have forgotten what they are like. I am used to meeting guys unconventionally and it moving incredibly fast. I know that is my fault. I have been lonely. It doesn’t matter how surrounded I am by friends I still feel like I am alone. I think it is the reason I always seem to settle.

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea. I am just getting out of a relationship and it feels like it would just be a rebound.” Who the hell am I kidding? The jerk was the rebound to the last jerk and so on. That is why I need to stay strong. I need to be alone for a while and access my life because I have obviously not made the best decisions.

  “Bullshit.” He says as he stares at me.

  “Did you love the guy?” He asks. I gasp. Who the hell does he think he is? That’s not his business.

  “I know you didn’t. You need a man who is possessive of you, who will spank your pretty ass when you misbehave instead of treating you like a princess.” He pulls me in to him and his mouth slams down on mine. I gasp in surprise and his tongue thrusts in, invading my mouth and taking what he wants. He pulls me into him until our hips are pressed together. I can feel his giant erection and it is huge. I moan at how good it feels. His tongue searches out every spot in my mouth and I hang on for dear life. This is what I have been looking for.

  “I will think about it.” I tell him as I pull away from him with as much dignity as I can muster. That man knows how to kiss. It’s like he sucked out all of my brain cells in one persuasive kiss. What is it going to be like when we fuck? I shiver as I make my way back over to my partner who is smirking by the door. Yes I am so classy that I lift my hand and give him a one finger salute.

  I can feel his eyes on me the entire way to the car but I ignore it until I am inside the car and buckled. I look up and see him standing in the doorway with his eyes intently on me. Fuck if he doesn’t know just how to get to me. What am I getting myself into? I’m not sure I can give him what he wants but a part of me sure wants to try.

  Chapter 4. Ty

  I lay awake. I’m having trouble sleeping. I toss and turn. It might be because of the possible date I might have with the woman that will be mine or it could be because I know she is sitting outside my house in an unmarked car. She thinks that I was the intended victim and I believe her, though I have no idea who would want to hurt me. I have no enemies that I know of. I can’t be sorry and that probably makes me a bad guy but it brought her to me. That kiss was the most intense thing I have ever experienced and I want more.

  Now my cock is hard. I curse as I take myself in hand. I wish she was in here right now. I would make her kneel and take my cock in her mouth. I would have her finger her pussy as she engulfed my dick. I would make her feed me her fingers every few strokes so that I have her flavor in my mouth as she swallows me down her sexy throat. I bet she is fucking sweet. My back arches as I cum, covering my stomach in my cream. I groan as I pump out all that I can before collapsing back against the bed. Fuck. That was intense. I can’t wait to experience in real life.

  I clean my jizz off with my underwear. I throw them in the laundry basket. I roll over as exhaustion takes me under. I should have jacked off earlier.

  ***

  I spend the day doing my regular Sunday shit. I wash my clothes and clean my house that really doesn’t need it. I’m not home much during the week. I have a feeling that is about to change. I will have to cut back on my long hours to make time for her. Luckily, I am able to do that now easily. I am my own boss now that I have my own practice. Not that I plan to take advantage of that too often.

  It has been a long time since anything has excited me. I have been so busy building my career that I made little time for a social life and now I met the woman that I think will be the one to make my life complete. I think I will keep that information to myself for now. I would hate to scare her away. She is perfect except she is skittish. I will have to tread carefully with her.

  I step in to the steaming shower and let it wake me up as nothing else could, unless I can start a direct line from my coffee to my veins. I wash myself thoroughly and decide against jacking off, even though I have been at half mass since discovering her parked outside in the tiny Focus. She can’t be all that comfortable. I grab he
r a cup of coffee and carry it outside. I knock on the window, making her jump. I start laughing when I notice the sticky note stuck to the side of her face.

  She looks up at me with those big blue eyes and I know without a doubt that I am a goner. Now, how do I convince her to give me a chance? The last asshole did a number on her and I hope she is willing to open herself up to someone new. I will not let her walk away, even if I have to tie her to my bed. Hmmm that does have great possibilities. She would look sexy as hell tied to my bed. Her body open to me. I could tease her for hours before allowing her to have my cock. Fuck.

  I untuck my shirt to cover the noticeable bulge in the front. It takes me a moment to realize what is written on the stick note. I howl with laughter until she rolls down the window and takes the coffee from my hand. She huffs until I reach in and pull the sticky note from her cheek.

  “Let’s just do away with that.” I crumple it in to a ball and throw it over my shoulder.

  “You can try to remain professional with me all you want but I will be working on getting beneath your shields and do not fret I will get there.” I say with a smirk. I feel better knowing that she needed a reminder. It lets me know that this attraction is definitely not one sided. I am not easily discouraged either. I will have her even if I have to fight for her. I know what I want.

  “What if I say that we have to remain professional and that I don’t want you?” She says as she glares at me. I am sure that look worked on the little boys she dated in the past. I am neither a little boy nor the least bit intimidated.

  “I would say that you better prepare yourself and to quit lying. I know you want me or you wouldn’t have needed that reminder to remain professional with me.” She opens her mouth to blast me, I am sure. I take my finger and put it over her thick, soft lips.