Free Damned: Seven Tribesmen MC by Evelyn Glass Page B

pulled back a little, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Why?”
     
    “One second,” Stella answered, closing the door. She motioned the redhead toward the door. After a quick glance to Bishop, who gave her one nod, Delilah edged off the desk and swayed to Stella. The agent cracked the door open again, ushering the redhead through the marginal space. “This is Miss Delilah Sampson. She says she has information on the cocaine distribution. Could you question her for me?”
     
    The man's gaze flicked to the woman as she shyly scuttled forward at Stella's prompting. His concerned expression switched back to his partner, “Sure, but is something wrong, Stella?”
     
    “Thanks, Stan. You're a lifesaver!” With that, Stella firmly shut the door. On the other side, Stan muttered something under his breath. However, once Delilah spoke up, he turned into sugar and molasses. Stella rolled her eyes, but counted to six when she heard their footsteps echo down the corridor. By her count, they would be rounding the corner.
     
    She breathed a sigh of relief, her stiff shoulders relaxing with Stan gone. Turning back to her desk, she realized the tension in the room had easily quadrupled. Bishop still sat at her desk, his lips in a resting frown and eyebrow cocked. All teasing amusement seemed long gone from his gaze.
     
    Instant irritation burst out of Stella, “Where'd you get this fake witness?”
     
    “Why do you think she's fake?”
     
    “She shows up right after we take your men into custody?” Stella raised her eyebrows and snorted. Bishop's gaze darkened. Stella didn't notice her companion's expression. “Yeah, unlikely.”
     
    “Howler and Crow picked her up on their trip.” Bishop languidly stood from the chair. Something inside his head wanted to be closer to the agent, despite his irritation with her. Stella's body shuddered, imagining how his muscles shifted. The woman swallowed her hormones as Bishop neared. “She has some handy information about your crack pushers.”
     
    Stella pressed her hands to her hips, her lips set into a firm frown. “And I'm just supposed to believe her?”
     
    Bishop stopped right in front of her and leaned forward. He restrained from leaning too far, into her personal bubble. The man didn't want the wrong message to transpire. Her hormones quivered as his musk wrapped around her. “She's a witness, Miss Holmes.”
     
    Stella covered up her pleasurable reactions with a hard glare. “How do I know she's not lying?”
     
    Bishop gave a nonchalant shrug, but didn't lean away. Something in his eyes sparked with challenge, “That's your job. Not mine.”
     
    “What's this really about, Bishop?” The look he gave her stirred the hormones deep within her core. At the same time, Stella felt an itch of indignity as he tested her.
     
    “What do you mean?” Bishop's head listed to the side, his eyebrows cocked with mock surprise. Deep in his thoughts, he couldn't help but feel drawn to Stella. The urge to touch her, kiss her, make her moan, and writhe saturated his mind. The only thing suppressing his desires was his immense annoyance at her for arresting his men with such flimsy evidence.
     
    “You sneak into my office, with a woman who allegedly has information I need,” hissed Stella. Her eyes narrowed while her heart fluttered with heat. The close proximity to the man coupled with memories from last night was making her blood boil with shameful excitement. She covered up her hormonal frenzy with thick skepticism. “And you expect me to think you have no motive.”
     
    “I didn't sneak. I walked right in.” Bishop grinned, broadly. He knew that mere fact would fluff Stella's proverbial feathers.
     
    Stella snorted, rolling her eyes, “Obviously. Security here is lacking.”
     
    “Or they're better judges of character than you.”
     
    “There was cocaine on their motorcycles, Bishop,” Stella snapped, becoming fed up with his constant jabs. She tossed her hands