HiT 149: Anna Brookes First Chapter (8 page)

Ben doesn’t say anything again throughout dinner. He is watching me with fascination and lust as I cut into my meat and eat it. I think I hear a growl come from over his side of the table as I place a piece of meat in my mouth. I steal a glance at him and see his fork is half way up to his mouth and he has stopped mid-air, mouth open. I swear this man will fuck me right here on the table if I ask him to. As I smile to him, I see a figure quickly walk past the front window and look in. Ethan Martelli. Now I know that Ethan Martelli was lying about his date. Shit, shit, shit. What do I do here? Ethan Martelli is clearly interested in me and I need his attention purely on me and away from Ben as I do my recon work.

“Ben, I really do like you and as much as I would love to work on this,” I say waving my hand towards both of us “I’m going to need time. I’m happy to continue being your friend and we can just take each day as it comes. I can’t make you any promises though Ben. I can’t guarantee that it’ll all be happy times, but I can promise you that I can be your friend and we can try and spend time together. I have a few weeks here and want to buy a house. So let’s just take it as it comes. I don’t want to start something that I can’t see through.” Those last 11 words mean more then he will ever know.

“C’mon Baby. Let’s get dessert,” he finally says as Plastic Tammy comes over and takes our finished meal plates.

“You know, I think I’ll pass. I’ve had a huge drive today and frankly I’m beat. I might just go home and have a shower and go to sleep,” I say rolling my shoulders to indicate that I’m tired.

Ben eyes me suspiciously and says “Ok Baby girl. But I want to see your tomorrow.”

You can bet on that Hit 149. I have work to do. “I would really like that. What time are you working? Would you like to meet for lunch?” I need to start looking at his work schedule so I can figure out how I’m going to kill Hit 149. I don’t want to shoot him; I want to do something to make it look accidental for his family.

“I was actually called back here a bit early from my holiday because of a case I was overseeing and working on. Not that I mind, because I saw a sexy lady at the supermarket tonight and am lucky enough to be having dinner with her right now. So I’m still officially on holidays for the next 8 days. Possibly, I can show you around AND take you to lunch tomorrow.” He whispers that last part and drops his eyes to the table in front of him.

“Thank you Ben. I would very much enjoy your company tomorrow”. Recon work may be pretty easy if I get to spend the next 8 days with Ben.
I mean Hit 149.

Ben motions for the cheque and Plastic Tammy brings it over. I quickly snatch it and stand to go over to the front to pay. Yes that’s right, Plastic Tammy needs a decent tip for interrupting an upset Ben. I open the folder to find her damn number and name in there with the bill. Right bitch! You want him to have your number? You have just stepped over into MY territory. Ben tries to snatch the bill from my hand to pay and I shoot him a look of anger. “I asked for your company to dinner tonight so I’ll be paying” I say standing in front of Plastic Tammy. Ben is to my right. “Clear something up for me Baby,” I say and turn my head to look at him.

“Of course,” he says with a wandering look on his face.

“Are you interested in Plastic Tammy over here? I mean would you take her out for dinner and then take her to your house and fuck her stupid until she screams your name out?” My face has not faltered. Plastic Tammy though, her face is bright red. I think they call that particular shade ‘fire engine red’. “You see Plastic Tammy didn’t get the first polite hint I made when we were seated and she thinks she can discreetly give you her number. So I just want to know if you would stick your dick in any part of her – just so we are all clear”

“No Baby girl. You’re the only one I want to fuck, screw and make love to” Ben’s eyes don’t even look at Plastic Tammy.

“Now Plastic Tammy, I did have intentions of leaving you a fantastic tip, but seeing as you can’t stop throwing yourself onto someone who clearly belongs to me I’m simply going to pay my bill and leave you with your pathetic attempt at giving your phone number to my man. Learn from your mistakes, before the next woman does damage to your face. Have a great evening Plastic Tammy. I know I will be whilst I’m riding his cock. And by the way, he’s tongue is just as good”. I turn and leave the restaurant. Ben again opens the door for me but this time he grabs me violently out the front of the restaurant and devours my lips. I groan and throw my leg up around his waist. His hands are all over me, in my hair on my arse running down my sides. I can feel the friction between us. If we stay here any longer we’ll be grinding into each other.

He pulls away from me and is hyperventilating, “Damn Anna. I almost came by the way you spoke about me to her. Fuck Anna. I need you right now. Please come home with me. I need to be inside you”

“Thank you for a lovely evening Ben,” I start saying but he cuts me off.

“Not this shit again Anna. What the fuck? You really didn’t feel that?” He is struggling to contain himself.

“Ben, going home with you is not us taking time. I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow” I start walking back to my car. Ben stands in his spot for a few seconds then jogs a few steps to catch up to me.

“Ok Baby girl. I’m sorry” He makes no attempt to touch me again.

I get to my car and unlock my door with the fob. I turn to say good night and Ben leans right into me. My back is against the cold metal of the car. His face is millimetres from mine. Our noses aren’t touching but I just need to move slightly and they would be. I see his eyes are closed. He doesn’t move to kiss me, he just rubs the side of his nose over my cheek. His mouth is open and I can feel his warm breath all on the side of my face. I close my eyes and lean into his gentle and soft touch. I can’t help it. It’s an involuntary movement. Just like my panties that are now soaked from the wetness he’s created just from this very erotic movement. His arms come up to cage me against the car. His body leans in and presses just slightly up against mine. He’s leaning in and so am I. I can feel the beat of his heart through his shirt; he can feel the swell of my breasts through mine. Our breathing is jagged and rough. No kiss has been exchanged. He’s making himself familiar with my scent as I take his in. Mmmmm. He smells sweet. Like cinnamon. He sweeps his nose through my hair and stops just below my ear.

“Fuck Anna. How I want you right this moment.” And with that statement I feel ever so gently either a kiss or small lick on my neck just below my ear. I can’t help but let a moan escape.

I gather my bearings and push him away ever so slightly. I don’t want to, but I have to. 10 more seconds of his scent and I won’t be able to stop myself. I’ll be going home with him and not thinking about the consequences at all. “Good night Mr Pearson. Enjoy the rest of your evening”. I open the door to the BMW, start it up and drive out the drive way. But my eyes are on the rear-view mirror where I can see Ben still standing just to the side of where my car was. We didn’t exchange numbers, he doesn’t know mine, but I’m sure I’ll find him tomorrow at lunch. I always find my target.

Chapter 11

After a restless night’s sleep I get myself up and ready. Shower first, then breakfast. Isn’t it funny how having a shower just changes the feel of the day? You can be having a shit day where everything goes wrong and you drag yourself into the shower only to let it wash the entire bad day away. You can be having the best day of your life and you jump in the shower and let the water entrap those specials memories in your mind forever. This morning, this shower is letting my mind prepare for the task on hand. Hit 149. Ben Pearson.

I spend the first part of the morning researching Ben Pearson. I’ve hacked into the Human Resources within the Police Department and find that Ben is an outstanding Police Officer. He has never in his 11 years as a police officer had any disciplinary issues. He spent his first 2 years in the vice unit and quickly progressed to Master Patrol Officer. He then went on and did 4 years in Narcotics and Special Investigations. After the 4 years he became a Sergeant and went on to the Bomb Squad. However, that only lasted 18 months. The file on his record shows that even though he excelled in this position he requested a transfer out and back to Narcotics stating on his request that it was for ‘family reasons’. His request was immediately accepted. That was something that I found a little strange. Usually requests like that take months, sometimes even longer. Ben spent a further 2 years at Narcotics where he was moved up the Police ladder to Assistant Chief. That’s where he stayed until 18 months ago where he passed Executive Assistant Chief and went straight into Chief of Police. Henry’s old job roll. I know he didn’t take it from Henry because Ben was not around when Henry was, but it still feels like a knife is being driven through my heart every time I think about it. The only thing I can say about Ben is he works hard. He is straight down the line. By his personnel file he does absolutely everything by the book. I’ve learnt enough through his work file, now I need to hack into his bank details and see what’s going on in there. So it appears that Ben Pearson has 2 accounts. One is the one his pay goes into and his mortgage comes out of. His mortgage is very reasonable. He has a small amount in savings. I suppose he’s doing ok for himself. I wouldn’t consider $60,000 anything flash but he’s a single man so that’s not too bad. I thought he would get paid more than that seeing as he is the Chief of Police. Wow, being a public servant really does not pay well. He must really love his job. I giggle to myself. I suppose you can classify me as a public servant but I get paid so much better. The other account he has, has an amount deposited from his main account that looks like it’s his every day money. As I’m looking around on the computer I find another account with Ben’s name and social security number. Now this looks odd; in this account there is over 4 million dollars. But what looks odd about this account is that there are monthly deposits of $150,000 but there has never been a withdrawal. So I keep searching to try to find where the monthly deposit comes from. There’s no trail. It literally stops at the deposit. Why would a man have an account like this yet be untouched except for the deposits. And the deposits have no originating accounts. This is something I’ll need to keep in my memory as I continue my recon work on Hit 149 and on Ethan Martelli. I look at the clock and see it’s already 11.30am. I’ll come back to Ethan Martelli this afternoon. I’ll be meeting Ben soon, so I had best finish getting ready. My plan to find Ben today is simple. I already have his number, even though he is unaware I have it, so I actually can’t call him on it. Instead I’ll just waltz into St Cloud PD and ask them to call Ben a simple and effective plan.

I’m out the door and in the BMW driving towards St Cloud PD 11 miles away from the cabin when there is a familiar flash of the blue and red behind me. My radio is not even turned on. So it can’t be the music. I’m not surprised though, because I think this little town is bigger than any of us are ready for.

I watch as the familiar body exits his vehicle. My babies are concealed in that special compartment I have made and installed in the car. I won’t be able to get to them too quickly but I can certainly disarm him if he tries something.

“Good morning Anna”, Ethan starts.

“Good morning Officer Martelli. How is your day so far? I didn’t realise you’re working today” I say ever so sweetly. I don’t want him to get angry where I will have to kill him. Well I don’t want to kill him yet because I still need to find out as much as I can, THEN I can kill him.

“Please Anna I insist you call me Ethan. I’m not working this morning, I was just heading into town when I recognised your car. I thought I would see if you would like to have lunch today, or possibly dinner tonight.” He is trying to find out as much about me as he can. He’s most likely done a background check on me and it’s given him nothing. I know what it gave him because I created it and if anyone snoops they all get the same boring information about me. Anna Moore. 28 y/o, Director of my own Recruitment agency. 1 bank account with a modest amount in there. Never married. No children. Perfect credit rating. Owns 1 house in Florida. Blah blah blah. All the information I want people want to know.

“Oh I must apologise Officer Martelli but I’m on my way to meet Ben for lunch. Actually he didn’t give me his number and I was going into St Cloud PD so they could call him for me. Any chance you could contact him and let him know to meet me there?” I’ve just shot him down in so many ways in that one sentence.

I can see the anger cloud over his eyes. His face is hard and his nostrils flair. “Anna I INSIST you call me Ethan. And I would very much like to have dinner with you because I really like to know who comes into my town. I’m very protective of what’s mine Anna and I don’t know anything about you”. He is so pissed off. The way he’s speaking, spittle is flying out of his mouth. His hands have fisted by his side and his voice has elevated.

Just like when I met Damon and Nox, he knows that I know he is not who he seems. My façade slips on easily. “Of course Ethan”, I start saying emphasising his name. “It must be difficult for you to see new people come into town and want to set up here. Why don’t we get together for dinner, say tomorrow tonight?” I stop for a second and look at him with pursed lips and slightly narrowed eyes and continue by saying, “I know what it’s like to want to protect those who are close to you”. Take that as your only warning Ethan Martelli. You touch Ben, I will kill you.

Ethan nods ever so slightly. “Well of course sweet Anna. Here’s my number, I’ll expect you to call by lunch tomorrow to make arrangements. I’ll let you know where we can meet” He hands me his card and as I reach out to grab it, he captures my hand in his. It’s a tight grip, too tight for such an intimate gesture. He raises my hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. That serpent bite coldness travels all the way down my arm. That was his warning to me.

I just need to figure out what I can about Ethan Martelli. Who exactly does he want out of here??? I am fairly sure it’s me, or is it Ben? Ethan can sense the same thing I can. He is evil, I am worse.