One:
"You've been re-assigned" AD Partridge's voice cut through my thoughts and snapped me back to reality.
"Re-assigned?" I looked at him blankly.
"Yes Agent Reyes, to New York"
The NYC Field office. Harder and tougher then the cosy New Orleans offices.
"You'll be transferred in a week" he said, nodding his head curtly towards me. I took that as my signal to leave.
Bradford Follmer. Or should I say AD Follmer. He's my new supervisor.
Bradford?
What a name! I'd only ever been to New York once, and I never imagined myself to be working here. Now I'm standing here in AD Follmer's swanky office and feeling very unsure of myself. Suddenly the door opens and walks over to me and shakes my hand. "You must be Agent Reyes" God he's gorgeous! "Yes, I'm Special Agent Monica Reyes"
"Well welcome to the NYC Field Office"
We go into his office and sit down. He's wearing a charcoal suit, white shirt and looks spotless, flawless. His office is just the same. Plush mahogany desk, pictures of the American flag and the President adorning the walls. The way he moves and shuffles the papers on his desk makes me feel that this guy plays by the book. Even his hair is gelled to perfection. I'm a big believer that looks say a lot about a person's personality.
"So, Agent Reyes you specialise in...satanic ritual abuse"
"Yes" I say, and flash him a smile. "There's a case, and it certainly has elements which we could use your help in"
I take the case file and read through it.
The case turns out to be a crock. However it's nice to have someone watching my back. Apart from having no evidence of satanic ritual abuse I'm enjoying my time in NYC. The big apple. A few days later one of AD Follmer's cases turns out to be a big success, and he asks me out to celebrate. I say yes without even thinking about it.
That evening he shows me everything that the city has to offer, I'm just the rookie agent from New Orleans, and while some of the agents laugh at my theories Brad actually listens to me and takes me seriously. When we go out he takes me to Heat, a quirky little bar in the city. Luckily it's near my apartment as I'm useless at hailing cabs in the city.
"You wanna do shots?" I say to Brad as we perch on the bar. His eyes dance with excitement. "You're on" he says. We drink heavily but I beat him at the shot race. "Now what?" I ask him, wondering what he has planned. "Now we go dancing" he says, and flashes me a cheeky grin.
I'm pretty sure I'm drunk, and I'm pretty sure he is too. Which is how we ended up at a salsa dance club at midnight. He's a good dancer, but so am I, and we match each step to step. He pulls me close to him, our legs entwined.
"Monica" he murmurs softly. Then he kisses me.
"You wanna get of here?" I whisper.
We take a taxi back to my apartment. Once inside we're all over each other. We don't make it into the bedroom and sink down onto the couch and begin the exploration of each other. He's hot, desperate. I just wanted him to pull off his pants and drive into me, lay into me. He had other ideas. Kissing me feverishly his hands undid my top and bra and his hands stroked my breasts over and over until I cried out wanting release. I removed his shirt and moved my fingers around the bulge in his trousers. Needless to say *they* were off pretty sharpish. He undid my skirt and moved his hand into my panties.
I cried out when he stroked my clit, and arched my back into him. He breathed my name and I felt him slip inside me. I revelled in the sensation of him. We rocked back and forth until we collapsed, both of us spent. I don't know whether it was the excessive amount of alcohol that made us pass out, or the endorphins released from...well you know, but we both fell asleep on the sofa.
