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raked my teeth across his tight, hard butt cheeks, crawling up over him and pressing the length of my body against his so he could feel my breasts on his back. He wriggled with delight at the touch of my skin against his. My long dark hair fell down and tickled his neck.
     
    I kissed the back of it and trailed out over his shoulder, my lips dusting over the tattoo, licking and sucking at his tight skin, dragging my teeth seductively across the epidermis. The fire inside of my body was now concentrated and raging between my legs. Nipping and nibbling, I pressed my hips up against him and stimulated myself with grinding and rotating motions. Fuck, that felt good. It had been a long time since I had sex, too long. It was going to happen fast, I could feel my orgasm coming too fast. I gasped and sucked in a breath. I pushed my hand through thick black hair on the back of his head and tangled my fingers in it. Thrusting and grinding my hips harder. I bit my lip and sat up, straddling him from behind. Panting, I said, “Luke, take me now, fuck me now, I can’t wait…”
     
    “I’ve been waiting for you to come to me. I can feel how wet you are for what I have. I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby.”
     
    He turned over on the massage table but it wasn’t Luke, it was the face of the old dead man at the Greymore Hotel with pale sallow skin and wiry blackish-gray hairs protruding in all directions from the crown of his balding head. I screamed, but no sound came out of my mouth. Instead of my scream, I heard a loud buzzing noise that tore me out of my nightmare. I sprang up in bed and leaned on my elbows. My sweat drenched thin, cotton sleeping shirt stuck to my body and the grogginess lifted slowly as I realized it wasn’t real. Jesus H. Christ , w hat the hell was that all about? A fter last night’s event, my damn emotions were having a fucking freak fest, messing with my mind. I certainly couldn’t have the hots for some steroid infused, unconscionable, badass fighter, Luke, whatever his name was. That was Joey’s realm of fantasy, God love her for taking me to the fights, but this should have been her dream, not mine.
     
    The buzzing sounded again. I glanced over at the nightstand. It was my phone that had woken me. I grabbed it. Two missed calls and a voicemail. Holy crap, it is already two in the afternoon.
     
    I jumped out of bed and managed to complete my shower in a record three minutes. While getting dressed, I pressed play on my voice mail and turned on the speaker mode.
     
    “Miss Carrington, this is Detective Anderson from the New York City Police Department. Please give me a call back at 646-610-5555. There’s been a development in the case of Franco Gianni’s death and it is very urgent that I see you.”
     
    Fuck. I glanced over at my backpack on the table, right where I’d left it before I fell asleep. Did the police know about the missing money?
     
    My hands were shaking like a leaf as I punched in the number to return the call.
     
      Bless me father, for I have sinned…
     
    “Detective Anderson here.”
     
    “Yes, hi. This is Daniella Carrington. You wanted to talk to me about the incident at the Greymore Hotel?”
     
    “Oh yes. Where are you? I need for you to meet me at the station. We’ve found the body of a woman who matches the description you gave…the one who was with the deceased, Franco Gianni, last night. I need for you to come down and identify her. I’ll send a squad car to pick you up. Just give me your address.”
     
    “O—okay,” I stuttered in shock. “I’m at 804 Bergen Street in Brooklyn.”
     
    “Thank you, Miss Carrington. Officer Larkin will be by in twenty minutes or so, to pick you up.”
     
    I’m so screwed.
     
    An avalanche of worries came crashing into my mind as soon as I had hung up. This wasn’t right. It couldn’t be a coincidence that the hooker from last night had turned up dead today. It had to have something to do with the missing