With the investigation finally over, Goren and Logan had arranged to meet Eames and Barek for a drink at the Charleston Pub in Brooklyn.
At the entrance of the pub, Goren and Logan looked for Eames and Barek.
Logan was the first to see them.
Barek was standing there, and Eames was trying to push aside a redheaded man who was flirting with Eames, if he could believe it.
Logan turned to Goren, elbowed him in the ribs, and pointed to the two female inspectors.
Goren looked in the direction of the hand that Logan indicated to him, and at the vision of the scene which took place in front of his eyes, Goren felt a violent anger rising in him.
A red-haired man of about forty years was if he was not making a film, was importuning Eames.
Eames tried to push him back, but the man approached her, and of a blow, he grabbed her wrist of force, maintaining it of force, and drew it towards him.
With this gesture Barek approached the redhead, posed his hand on the shoulder of the man, tried to calm the business to help Eames by speaking to him, but he did not listen to it, not caring royally, gave him a blow on the hand, making him move away his hand from him.
Goren did not hesitate one second, if the redhead did not want to listen to Barek, he would listen to him.
He rushed towards Eames, Barek and the redhead, followed closely by Logan.
Arrived at their height, he grabbed by force the arm of the redhead, placed it by force in his back, twisted it and crushed it.
- Ouch.
The redhead grimaced, threw a black look at Goren who had just intervened between the little blonde and him.
But what right did he have to intervene.
- Who authorized you to put your fingers on her.
At his words, Eames raised his large hazel eyes towards Goren, and made him a small smile.
At this smile, Goren felt his heart melt.
Goddamn it...
What the hell was wrong with him?
Why was he reacting like that.
He couldn't stand that redhead putting his fingers on Eames.
And now...
There was Eames's smile that turned him upside down.
- If she didn't dress like a... Goren tightened his grip, making the man wince in pain. I wouldn't have...
I'm sorry...
If she didn't dress like that.
But she was dressed as simply as possible.
And Eames had not wanted to attract the gaze of men.
She was hallucinating.
This redhead was not lacking in nerve.
He had come to harass her...
By being insistent.
But she was finally relieved.
Even if she was used to defend herself.
She thanked Goren for having arrived in time.
Preventing this man from any attempt at force.
- You were saying...
Goren spoke in a deep voice, where anger vibrated.
My God...
But this tall, dark-haired man was going to break his arm if he kept on squeezing so hard.
If he had known that the little blonde was with that tall dark-haired man...
He would never have gone near him.
He didn't want any trouble.
- Go away...
On his words, Goren let go of the man's arm, pushing him without mercy.
Finally free, the redhead didn't waste a second, and took legs to his neck, leaving them alone.
- Goren a true protector for Eames...
Logan burst out laughing, warmly tapped Goren's shoulder, who blushed violently.
A real protector...
Logan was not necessarily wrong.
Eames was like a little sister to him.
And he couldn't stand to be bothered.
But was it the real reason...
- Thank you Bobby...
At Eames' words, Goren turned to her, and his heart stopped at the vision.
My God...
He hadn't paid attention to the outfit Eames was wearing...
Eames was wearing a little pastel pink dress with a slit up her right thigh, and boy was it sexy.
While her dress was very simple.
But on her...
This dress highlighted her forms...
And made it particularly sensual.
Eames had a headpiece of black color which maintained her splendid golden hair, which revealed a face with the delicate features, and which fell down in cascade on her small ivory shoulders.
Name of God...
Goren blushed violently, his heart pounding in his chest.
Eames was so cute...
So desirable.
- Let's have a drink and forget about the incident.
At Barek's words, Eames, Logan and Goren nodded.
Yes.
A drink or two wouldn't hurt Goren.
Drown in alcohol to forget what he had felt when he saw Eames in that dress.
Feelings, which he should not feel for his partner.
All four of them sat down around the table, Logan took his place next to Barek, and Goren next to Eames.
- A whiskey... Logan turned to Goren, who nodded. Two I meant.
Oh, my God...
Goren had offered Eames a ride home for her safety, because he didn't want to let her go home alone, especially since they were in Brooklyn.
But now...
He didn't think it was a good idea anymore.
He was a little drunk...
And was afraid of what he might do...
Of his actions.
Eames looked so pretty in that dress.
Goren gave her little insistent looks from time to time.
From his tall height, he could see down into the cleavage of her dress.
And good God...
Eames had really nice little breasts.
Breasts that one wanted to plunge the hands there.
At this thought, he got all fired up, but he pulled himself together.
No.
He shouldn't have such ideas with Eames.
Eames was a good girl.
Not an easy girl.
And especially not...
A one-night stand.
Goren respected her too much for that.
Not only did he respect her...
But he had a little secret he'd rather Eames never find out.
He would be so humiliated if she found out.
At his age it was shameful.
- Bobby... Eames stopped, and turned to Goren, who flinched, blushing violently. I wanted to thank you again.
Thank him...
If only she knew what he had in mind...
She wouldn't thank him.
And would run away from him.
She looked at him with pink cheeks, her big hazel eyes shining with softness, a little smile on her lips.
No.
Don't look at me like that.
Or I'll...
- Bobby... In Eames' small voice vibrated worry. Something is wrong...
At his words, Goren slowly approached Eames, who found himself backing up, his back stopped by the wall.
Eames didn't like that strange glint in his brown eyes.
She had never seen that flame.
It was as if she was the prey, and he was the predator.
Despite herself, she felt her heart racing, and she put her hands on her heart, trying to control them.
- Bobby...
When he reached her, Goren put both hands flat on the wall on either side of Eames' face, and lowered his face to hers.
- Alex... His voice was warm. You are so...
What was she...
Eames couldn't understand what Goren was trying to tell her.
But she felt a chill run through her.
She saw Goren bring his lips to hers, and with infinite gentleness, he took possession of her lips.
At the softness of his kiss, Eames moaned, inflamed all over.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her small breasts against his powerful chest.
At Eames' reaction, Goren's blood boiled in his veins, setting him on fire.
Since he had seen Eames in that slit dress, Goren had only dreamed...
He had only one thought in mind...
That of kissing her.
He had wanted to drink to evacuate what he felt...
But nothing had done.
He was still dying to kiss her.
And even more...
To slip his fingers under the slit of her skirt…
Just to caress her skin, and know how soft she was.
Goren crazy with desire for Eames, deepened his kiss, and forced the passage of his teeth, intertwined their tongues in a wild dance.
He let his fingers slide along her dress, and stopped them at the level of the slit, and plunged them inside, caressed the satiny skin of her thigh.
My God...
It was more than he had dreamed.
More than he had imagined.
Eames had such soft skin.
Crazy with anticipation, he placed his knee at Eames' crotch, spread his thighs, and positioned himself right in the center.
Eames pushed small cries, inflamed of more beautiful, clutched with him, feeling the member all hard of Goren, frôlait its intimacy.
She put her hands on the buttons of Goren's shirt, unbuttoned them.
My God...
What was he doing.
He had to stop right away.
Otherwise Eames would find out what he was hiding...
And he would be humiliated.
Never be able to look at her again.
So reluctantly, he brought his hands to Eames', stopping her and pulling them apart.
- No... Alex...
He stepped away from her, and without a word, his face serious, in front of an Eames her big hazel eyes shining with desire, her lips reddened and swollen by his kiss, Goren ran away.
- Bobby... Eames reached out his hand, trying to stop him. Wait...
But too late.
Goren was already turning right down the alley, and disappearing from his vision.
Eames couldn't believe what had happened.
There she was.
Still in shock from what had just happened.
Goren had kissed her...
And with his tongue.
He had caressed her thigh.
And suddenly he stopped everything.
And ran away...
What did it mean...