The Mane Event
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Oh yeah. If looks could kill, shed be nothing more than a greasy spot on the womans carpet. Apparently, Missy still felt Dez didnt deserve her brother. Which only made the whole thing that much more fun. Of course, Mace tightening his grip on her body and nuzzling her neckthat didnt hurt either. She wasnt surprised, though, when Mace played along. The two of them together had always been trouble. The nuns always separating them in class, giving them detention, calling them evil incarnate and condemning them to the fiery pits of hell. Ya knowwhatever.
Seemed some things never changed.
So, Mace, I get off work in a couple more hours.
He shook his head. Baby, I cant wait that long. Lets go bang this out in my sisters office. You know. To take the edge off. Dez wrestled the part of her that wanted to take Mace up on that particular offer and kept the game going instead.
That is sooo romantic, Mace. I never knew you were so romantic.
Theres a lot about me you dont know yet. Besides, Missys desk is a nice, sturdy mahogany. We could go at it like wolves on that thing, and it wouldnt budge.
Ah, the Mace she remembered. The smart-ass kid who tortured people on a daily basis for his own amusement, and his sister was no exception. Actually, Dez knew he went out of his way to torture his sister and that he enjoyed every minute of it.
Yup. Her day just kept getting better and better.
Could his day get any better? The woman of his dreams cuddled up in his arms and his sister in an almost violent rage. A few more minutes of this and he would start purring and not stop.
Mason, his sister spit that out between clenched teeth. I need to speak with you. In private.
Mace watched her. He wondered how long before she snapped.
Now!
Well that took all of ten seconds.
He watched her rigid back stalk into her office.
Ooh, Mace. Youre in tru-ble, Dez whispered in a singsong voice.
He pulled her closer to him. He couldnt help himself. Did she have any idea exactly how tasty she was?
Another cop came to stand beside them. He glared at Mace, but Mace ignored it. He wouldnt let anything distract him from the woman in his arms.
Were out of here.
What? Why?
Got a call from the lieutenant. Theyre pulling us. Ive been informed we have enough information for this investigation and we are not to harass Ms. Llewellyn any longer. And would you two stop whatever youre doing?
Hey, B! Youre harshin my buzz.
With an annoyed groan, the man turned away from them. Dez looked at Mace over her shoulder. Mr. Llewellyn, I do believe your sister made a call.
I believe youre right,Detective. His sister had a lot of political connections and was not shy about using them whenever it served her.
Too bad. I had such plans of torture for her. And they all involved her desk. Smiling, Dez turned, reached up, and kissed Mace on the cheek. Hed had many women do much more intense things to him over the years, but none of it felt as good as that simple kiss. It was really good seeing you again, Mace.
She pulled away from him and he grudgingly let her go.
And Im glad youre doing okay. Although I never doubted youd do any less. She motioned to her partner. Lets get out of here, B.
The male left. Dez followed behind, but Mace stopped her with one word. Wait.
Dez looked at him, curious why he wanted her to wait. Actually, she found herself curious about a lot of things when it came to Mace.
Go out with me tonight. Dinner.
She laughed at what was clearly an order as opposed to a request. No.
Why not?
You dont even remember my name, Mason Llewellyn. He hadnt said her name even once in the last ten minutes. It hurt to think hed so easily forgotten about her, but when you looked like Mace now did, how could you remember all the women? Especially one who you hadnt actually slept with.
Dez turned and headed down the hallway.
Desiree. She froze as his low voice slid across her skin. Patricia. Marie. MacDermot. Dez for short.
Dez spun around, her mouth open in awe. How the hell did you remember all that? He even included her confirmation name. No one knew her confirmation name except the parish priest, and thats because he really didnt like her much.
I remember everything about you, Dez. Absolutely everything.
Her breath caught on a sigh. Her heart began to beat faster. And she suddenly wondered if Mace could feel her blood racing through her veins.
After a few moments, she shook herself. Youre still doing it, Mace. The bastard.
Doing what?
She grinned and glared at him all at the same time. Torturing me.
He leaned against the doorjamb, his arms crossing in front of him. He took all of her in. From those cute little feet, past those magnificent breasts, straight to those gray eyes and auburn hair. Baby, I havent even started.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After another moment, Im outta here, Mace.
This was not how his fantasy went. She kept turning him down. Didnt she know? Yes to dinner today. Yes to marriage tomorrow. Dammit, he had a schedule to keep. A schedule that involved getting her sweet ass into bed as fast as humanly possible.
Seemed some things never changed.
So, Mace, I get off work in a couple more hours.
He shook his head. Baby, I cant wait that long. Lets go bang this out in my sisters office. You know. To take the edge off. Dez wrestled the part of her that wanted to take Mace up on that particular offer and kept the game going instead.
That is sooo romantic, Mace. I never knew you were so romantic.
Theres a lot about me you dont know yet. Besides, Missys desk is a nice, sturdy mahogany. We could go at it like wolves on that thing, and it wouldnt budge.
Ah, the Mace she remembered. The smart-ass kid who tortured people on a daily basis for his own amusement, and his sister was no exception. Actually, Dez knew he went out of his way to torture his sister and that he enjoyed every minute of it.
Yup. Her day just kept getting better and better.
Could his day get any better? The woman of his dreams cuddled up in his arms and his sister in an almost violent rage. A few more minutes of this and he would start purring and not stop.
Mason, his sister spit that out between clenched teeth. I need to speak with you. In private.
Mace watched her. He wondered how long before she snapped.
Now!
Well that took all of ten seconds.
He watched her rigid back stalk into her office.
Ooh, Mace. Youre in tru-ble, Dez whispered in a singsong voice.
He pulled her closer to him. He couldnt help himself. Did she have any idea exactly how tasty she was?
Another cop came to stand beside them. He glared at Mace, but Mace ignored it. He wouldnt let anything distract him from the woman in his arms.
Were out of here.
What? Why?
Got a call from the lieutenant. Theyre pulling us. Ive been informed we have enough information for this investigation and we are not to harass Ms. Llewellyn any longer. And would you two stop whatever youre doing?
Hey, B! Youre harshin my buzz.
With an annoyed groan, the man turned away from them. Dez looked at Mace over her shoulder. Mr. Llewellyn, I do believe your sister made a call.
I believe youre right,Detective. His sister had a lot of political connections and was not shy about using them whenever it served her.
Too bad. I had such plans of torture for her. And they all involved her desk. Smiling, Dez turned, reached up, and kissed Mace on the cheek. Hed had many women do much more intense things to him over the years, but none of it felt as good as that simple kiss. It was really good seeing you again, Mace.
She pulled away from him and he grudgingly let her go.
And Im glad youre doing okay. Although I never doubted youd do any less. She motioned to her partner. Lets get out of here, B.
The male left. Dez followed behind, but Mace stopped her with one word. Wait.
Dez looked at him, curious why he wanted her to wait. Actually, she found herself curious about a lot of things when it came to Mace.
Go out with me tonight. Dinner.
She laughed at what was clearly an order as opposed to a request. No.
Why not?
You dont even remember my name, Mason Llewellyn. He hadnt said her name even once in the last ten minutes. It hurt to think hed so easily forgotten about her, but when you looked like Mace now did, how could you remember all the women? Especially one who you hadnt actually slept with.
Dez turned and headed down the hallway.
Desiree. She froze as his low voice slid across her skin. Patricia. Marie. MacDermot. Dez for short.
Dez spun around, her mouth open in awe. How the hell did you remember all that? He even included her confirmation name. No one knew her confirmation name except the parish priest, and thats because he really didnt like her much.
I remember everything about you, Dez. Absolutely everything.
Her breath caught on a sigh. Her heart began to beat faster. And she suddenly wondered if Mace could feel her blood racing through her veins.
After a few moments, she shook herself. Youre still doing it, Mace. The bastard.
Doing what?
She grinned and glared at him all at the same time. Torturing me.
He leaned against the doorjamb, his arms crossing in front of him. He took all of her in. From those cute little feet, past those magnificent breasts, straight to those gray eyes and auburn hair. Baby, I havent even started.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After another moment, Im outta here, Mace.
This was not how his fantasy went. She kept turning him down. Didnt she know? Yes to dinner today. Yes to marriage tomorrow. Dammit, he had a schedule to keep. A schedule that involved getting her sweet ass into bed as fast as humanly possible.
