Playing Dirty

Katya

“You are making a mistake, Miss Petrov.”

I was in my office in the evening catching up on the work I missed while I had been busy when Lee Alistair Jung walked in, holding a stack of documents, and breathing as though he had just run a marathon.

I had expected him to call on me sooner, given how disappointed he had been when I walked out of the police station with Ferrara.

Honestly, I had also given a thought to my actions but concluded that I had made the right decision.

Ferrara might be a scumbag, but that didn’t mean that a murder he didn’t commit should be pinned on him.

Then I was also trying not to think of that kiss which had rippled my insides.

I looked up from my system and regarded him silently, then I massaged my neck, taking off the anti-bluray glasses perched to the bridge of my nose.

“Didn’t you use the elevator?”

I was standing up as I spoke, walking over to the couch where I motioned him to take a seat opposite me.

But instead, Alistair sat beside me, his knees