"Why'd you fuck him?"
His voice brought her fully awake but, instead of turning to face him, Erin kept her back to Mike Killeen.
"Fuck who?" she asked, the 'you asshole' silent.
"Avery Smith."
"And you know this how?"
"Well, for one, the way he looks at you..." he said then paused.
"And two?" she asked evenly.
"And two, Clovis has it all on tape."
Erin barked a bitter laugh and finally turned to him.
"He took great pleasure in showing it to me," Dean told her.
She smiled mirthlessly.
"And did you get off?"
"Fuck no," he said hotly and, rising up to rest on an elbow, he asked her again. "Why'd you fuck him? As part of your cover?"
"That's frowned upon at DEA so no, not as part of my cover."
"Why then?"
She thought about it for a moment remembering something in Avery Smith's eyes, something in his voice when he asked her to make love to him and she answered truthfully, "Because he asked me to."
Her answer surprised him. He never knew Carter Shaw to ask for anything...except for your loyalty and the truth and Carter Shaw didn't ask, he demanded. Dean had never really seen Carter with any woman and there were rumors that his wife had left him because of his commitment to the job, his almost single handed campaign to right that which was wrong. Other rumors had it that she'd died - also because of his commitment to the job. Whatever had happened, it had been a long, long time ago and in a city far, far away.
"Would you have fucked me if I asked?" he queried.
She snorted. "Not in a million years...Mikey."
She never even hesitated and, if he was honest with himself, it hurt. But Dean Bendis was rarely honest with himself. If he were, his job performance would suffer right along with his sexual performance, not to mention his conscience. It was better and so much easier to just do as he pleased, especially where women were concerned, Jamie Allen included. He'd told her he wanted no complications and she lied and said it was nothing, their coupling, but he could see it in her face when Nadia or Naomi or whoever had come out of his bedroom wearing next to nothing.
"Why?" he then asked.
Erin sat up in the bed, pulled up her legs and rested her chin on her knees and wondered if she could fuck him senseless then smother him with a pillow while he slept.
"Listen, I have no doubt that we're a perfect match on "Chemistry dot com"," she started admitting freely that there was something between them, no matter how base, "But we're totally mismatched in every other way. I'm an agent of the federal government and swore an oath to uphold the law and you...swore an oath to the devil."
Dean sat up and turned to look at her, a quizzical look on his face, and she wondered what was wrong with him. Did he really not know right from wrong? Did he really not know that murder was against the law and, if he couldn't bring himself to respect man's law, did he really not know that it was against God's law? Maybe he didn't, she thought.
Clovis had not only delighted in showing Michael Killeen his sex tape of her and Avery Smith but, days before to intimidate her she supposed, he had shown her the tape of Michael Killeen killing an unarmed man, spitting on the body before walking away.
Dean smiled. Oh, he'd made a deal with the devil all right - Carter Shaw but not even the devil could have planned this cluster fuck. Maybe it was God and Dean remembered how his mother had always said that if you wanted to make God laugh, tell him your plans. He wasn't sure he believed in God anymore and thought that, more than likely, it had been a fucked up twist of fate that had dumped a DEA agent into the middle of an LAPD bust.
"And after tonight, you think St. Smith's gonna take all those guns and all that heroin and just dump it into the gulf?"
Erin turned to him and wondered just why she had fucked Smith and conceded, "You're right. Smith's just as bad if not worse than you and it's true, I did dance with the devil...and I liked it." She watched as his eyes darkened.
"Good, because as soon as the deal goes down you can tell Satan in person," Dean sneered. He watched her face blanch.
She had known that death was coming eventually but still she was stunned when he alluded to it. She just sat and watched as he got up, walked naked to his closet and pulled out a garment bag from the Four Seasons. He came back to the bed and threw it at her and, when she unzipped it, she saw the green Versace.
"The shoes are in there, too," he told her.
She looked up at him with uncertainty.
His smile would have been beautiful had his eyes held even the least bit of warmth but they were shining brightly and looked as hard as glass and, in a frigid voice, he told her, "I want you to wear this."
Erin opened her mouth to tell him that if he liked it so much he should wear it himself but a new look in his eyes stopped her. She let him finish.
"The last thing I want Avery Smith to see in this life is you wearing this...when I shove you up against the wall and fuck the shit out of you."
