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“Accusing you of a crime?” Cree chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not here for that. I’m here looking for a… how did Roach describe you… you remember him, right?”
“Detective Bradley, I can’t say I’ve ever considered a roach to be anything more than a disgusting, inhuman thing to be crushed under my foot. Not something to remember.”
“Wow. That’s interesting, because he definitely remembers a “fine ass, redbone bitch with long braids”.” Cree’s eyes went to my hair, still in last night’s cornrows. “Does that sound as familiar to you as it sounds to me?”
“This is cute and all,” I told him, stepping into his face. “But I’m not the only pretty, light skinned bitch with braids in Vegas.”
Cree bit his lip, then grinned. “But you just might be the only one brave enough to do what you did – hence, the Dark Night reference.”
“As flattering as it is that you think I’m a superhero, you’ve got the wrong girl,” I shot back, maintaining an attitude even though the clean, earthy scent of his cologne was making it hard to stand still. I glared right into his face, daring him to do anything other than accept what I was saying.
At first, he didn’t back down, holding my gaze with just as much indignation as I was giving him. But then, his eyes dropped, traveling down from my face to take in my half-naked, sweat-soaked appearance for seemingly the first time.
Slowly –appreciatively? – he shook his head. “Nah… I don’t think I do.”
I smirked, then raised a hand, using his preoccupation with my body as a chance to weave his tie between my fingers, teasing him. “Detective Bradley… if you had some evidence of wrongdoing, I’d be in handcuffs right now.”
Bringing his attention back to my face, he grinned. “Damn… this feel like déjà vu.”
“You don’t remember? You and I have been in damn this exact position before.”
My eyebrow hiked up. “Oh. You mean that day you showed up at Kingston’s place with bullshit allegations. Him harassing some French guy, me wanting to fuck you. You’re a big fan of fairytales, aren’t you?”
Cree chuckled. “You know what? I’m man enough to admit that I was wrong about Kingston harassing Sebastian Gray. That was my bad. That other thing though… I still think I’m right about that.”
I tugged at his tie, bringing his head down, just as I had during the incident he was referring to, damn near two years ago at this point. With barely the length of a dollar bill between us, I smiled. “Just like I told you before, if I wanted to fuck you –”
“I’d already be on my back,” he finished for me, tweaking the end of one of the braids hanging over the front of my shoulder. In doing so, the back of his hand brushed my bare torso, setting off a reflexive sigh deep in my throat. He smirked. “Yeah. If you say so.”