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she said. He sensed anger in her voice.
     
    “Is it really?” Harry said. She smiled and leaned back in her seat.
     
    “Case of Veronika Petrovic, twenty two year old Russian national, here on a student visa. Time of death, Wednesday ten PM. Cause of death severed carotid probably caused by a double edged blade, pocket knife maybe.” She crossed her arms over her chest and eyeballed him. As she recited the case she knew ever so well, Harry had been going through the report and was surprised that she had actually recited the entire report. He looked up at her and smiled. He was impressed.
     
    “I see you know your stuff,” he said with a smile.
     
    “I am sure you are surprised. After all, I have only been an ME a mere twelve years,” she said cynically. He let out a laugh and placed the file back on the table.
     
    “Why am I here, Jameson?” she asked. He looked at her and for a minute, he was a bit tongue tied as he looked at her looking lovely as usual. From what she wore he could tell that he had probably interrupted her evening plans. She was in a green fitting sleeveless pencil dress and a pair of black soled lime green heels. Her hair, which she had always worn in a bun while on the job, was worn down.
     
    “Did I pull you from a previous engagement?” he asked looking at her long freshly shaven legs. She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.
     
    “I don’t think that matters anymore, Jameson, or does it?” she paused and waited to hear his answer.
     
    “May I ask who it was?” Harry asked with a smile.
     
    “Why do you want to know so badly?” Camilla said, still holding her gaze.
     
    “I saw you with that FBI dude the other guy. I could never really get his name. Flynn? Blaine?”
     
    She shook her head irritated. “Sloane.”
     
    “Sloane. That’s the name,” he said snapping his fingers. She uncrossed her arms and stood up.
     
    “Detective Jameson, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” she said standing up.
     
    “I don’t think you need to go just yet,” he said standing up. She turned around angrily and looked at him again.
     
    “Why, Jameson. What do you want? What the fuck do you fucking want?” she asked angrily. He said a silent prayer thanking God no one was in the office. “Cat got your tongue Jameson?” He looked at her still quiet. He wanted to say so much but he couldn't. For some reason, this one woman always seemed to have this effect on him.
     
    “For once in your life Harold Jameson, be a man and tell me why you called me here. If not, I will walk out and so God help me if I ever answer your call again,” she said, one hand on the door handle. Harry walked around the table and quickly made his way to where she was and kissed her.
     
    She pulled away and looked at him in surprise before slapping him hard across the face. She lifted her hand to slap him again but he held her hand above her head. She raised her other one but he held this one as well. She looked at him in surprise as he stood in front of her pinning her against the door. “I told you to say it,” she hissed.
     
    “If I have to tell you now then you are not as bright as I thought Dr. Van Hauser,” he said looking at her. She jerked and tried to free her hand but he was too strong for her. He brought his face down and kissed her again. He was not surprised when she kissed him back; after all, it was only a matter of time till she let her pride go.
     
    As they stood there kissing, their mouths violently crashing against each other, she felt her knees go weak. Here was someone who had literally given her hell just because he was not confident enough to let her know how he felt and he had the audacity to call her from her date. A promising date at that. Now here she was, at the mercy of Harold Cory Jameson, a man she had desired for so long.
     
    She closed her eyes as she kissed him, feeling every part of his mouth. She ran her tongue along the insides of his cheeks

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