can’t do this, Agent Murphy.” Carla heard the hard breath leave his lungs when she called him by his title. She knew it angered him and that got her motor running.”
“Not this shit again,” he mumbled.
She hunched her shoulders. “In your eyes, I am a mean-spirited person that has nothing but coldness filling my heart. If you haven’t notice, the only compliment you’ve given me had to do with my ability to fight. I’m sorry if I don’t come across as feminine to you. Maybe if I did, you’d see I am a woman. Agent Murphy, I have a big heart. One day the right man will come along and give me the respect and shower me with the love I deserve even if you don’t think I deserve it.”
“Come on, Carla. I-I...”
“Don’t explain yourself,” she said putting the glass in the sink. She turned to walk away.
“Wait, where are you going?”
“To take a bath, if that’s okay with you.” She returned to the kitchen to get the bath products she’d left on the table. “I’ll need these.”
chapter seven
Zach poured another drink and rubbed the ache in his jaw where she’d hit him. “Damn, she’s got a lethal elbow.” He took his glass and the bottle of rum and went to his bedroom. He heard humming coming from the bathroom and smirked. She’s trying hard to establish a connection and you’re rejecting her . He sat on the bed. His manhood flexed as he thought about the position they were in on the kitchen floor, then the flashback of seeing her naked. Get that shit out of your mind, Murphy .
He went back to the kitchen to get the item he forgot. Unloading the radio he set it on the nightstand and scanned for a station playing music other than blue grass. He wasn’t a country-western type of guy and preferred rock and roll or R&B. Jazz was his least favorite of the three genres but would take it over country music any day. He found a smooth jazz station that came in loud and clear.
Ditching his clothes, he changed into a pair of shorts and waited for Carla to finish in the bathroom so he could shave. The hair on his face was becoming an annoyance and had to go. The humming turned to singing. Her voice had a soulful mellow tone to it and he recognized the Whitney Houston song she sang. For her to sing without music and stay on key meant she had talent.
He grinned. Zach had to admit she was growing on him. As much as they argued, he liked that she didn’t back down from him. She had guts and that was something the women he bedded didn’t have. The last woman he slept with was too compliant and didn’t demand equality in the bedroom. She took whatever he offered and when he was done he rolled over and went to sleep or went home. He had no idea if she was satisfied or not and since she didn’t complain and he didn’t care to ask.
Zach bet Carla wasn’t that way. He suspected she demanded and got equality in the bedroom. That was most likely was the real reason nature boy was no longer around. The woman was a firecracker and quiet-natured men couldn’t deal with that type. Carla Parker intrigued him and that was a first for him.
The music or alcohol wasn’t helping him to relax. Tension knotted at the base of Zach’s neck and spread evenly over his shoulders. With the adrenaline from the day’s events still pumping through his veins, he found himself thinking about Carla. Her lips were full and plump just like her nipples. She might not be the double-D size cups he preferred, but he could work with what she had. And what she had were plump nipples that called for them to be suckled between his lips.
He worked that thought from his mind. Any sex between Carla and him was crazy. It was his lack of sexual activity making him have stupid thoughts. They would be parting company never to see each other again. He was sticking to his plan to fuck the first faceless blonde bombshell he found. And then he would walk away from her with no emotion