Free Romance: The Billionaire's Desire by Kelli Sloan Page B

imagine that even if he admits to the crime now, he’ll be out that door in the next hour.  Lawyers like Derek K. Turner have connections and they get their clients out the door quickly.  So try and get a confession.” 
    “Yes Captain,” I reply with a cheeky tone.
    “We don’t want a repeat of the last time he got off the charges.  If you start to lose your grip, we’ll come in.”
    Nathan Templeton has been charged with numerous criminal offences before but he has avoided any convictions due to legal technicalities.  That is one of the frustrating things about being a cop – even if you know someone is guilty, it has to stand up in a courtroom before anything happens.
    “Wait,” the Captain stops me, “Just do it by the book, ok?  No more of your fancy tricks.”
    “No tricks?”
    “No tricks.  Do it by the book.”
    “I don’t think I’ve read that book, Captain.  You’ll have to tell me what happens in it,” I wink at him.
    “Get a confession Sarah.  Wrap it up.”
    I smile back to the Captain, “Whatever you want boss.”
     
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 3
     
    Interviewing a Billionaire
     

 
     
     
     
    “Hello Nathan.  Hello Derek,” I greet both men politely as I enter the interview room.
    Derek K. Turner stands as I enter and greets me with a charming smile and a nice handshake, “Pleasure to meet you, Detective…?”
    “Detective Sarah Morrison,” I return his smile.
    Nathan does not greet me. 
    Instead he sits with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his arms folded and an angry look on his handsome face.
    “Do you know how much I am worth?” he states arrogantly.
    “I’m sorry Nathan, I don’t know that information.”
    “I’m worth more than two billion dollars.  I make more than a million dollars a day.  That’s around fifty thousand dollars an hour.  And I’ve just spent the last hour sitting here doing nothing.” 
    “That’s unfortunate,” I respond.
    “You owe me fifty thousand dollars.”
    “I owe you nothing,” I snap back at him.
    He is surprised by my abruptness. 
    “Impressive,” he smiles.
    “What’s impressive?” I ask.
    “You’re sexy enough to be seductive but sassy enough to kick butt when needed,” he nods.
    As hard as I try to resist being impressed by that comment, I can’t. 
    Nathan is the sexiest man I have laid eyes on, and I can’t resist that charm.  His eyes are so dashing and his looks are seductive.  He is tall, strong and very confident.
    I am silent while I try to gather my thoughts.
    “Please excuse my client, Detective.  He is angry about the circumstances of his arrest.  He was in the middle of a very important business meeting when he was interrupted.” 
    “The law does not run to your business schedule Nathan,” I blunt with him but he grins back.
    Damn.
    That is a beautiful grin.
    “Can you please explain the charges against Nathan?” Derek’s question brings me back to reality.
    “Yes…um…” I become flustered under his gaze as I flick through the documents, “Right…”
    “Take your time,” Derek states.
    “Nathan is charged with the theft of a Vin Gang painting from an address on Fifth Avenue on the night of April fifth,” I regain my composure. 
    “And what is the basis of these charges?” Derek asks while Nathan stares at me. 
    It is very disconcerting.
    “We have a witness who places Nathan at the scene of the theft and Nathan’s DNA was also found at the scene.  The resident of the address advised that Nathan had never entered her apartment previously.”
    “And how did you match Nathan’s DNA?”
    Derek has read the file in front of him and knows the answer but he asks the question anyway.
    “This is not a courtroom, Derek.  We don’t play games here.”
    He nods, “My apology, Detective.”
    The best lawyers try two different tactics when dealing with the police.  They either go in ‘hard’ and argue every point, or they go in ‘soft’, and try to charm