1Chapter 2
The next day, Arielle had changed back into her own clothing. She kept her head down and tried not to blush when the others asked her about what had happened after she went off duty. They had all seen her go off with Flack. They hadn't seen what came next, thankfully.
They hadn't seen their passionate kisses... seen the clothes being stripped, bedclothes being messed up... hadn't heard what they told one another. Arielle remembered the heat rising between them, the feel of his skin, and his lips... Lord, he had made her feel so beautiful last night...
"Why are you so happy?" Mac asked, as he stepped into the lab.
She jumped and looked down again. "Oh, nothing," she said to him, seriously.
"Really? It looks like a lot more than nothing."
"People don't have a right to be happy around here? Just because of the job we have/ No offense, but..." she trailed off. "I don't want to talk about it."
Being naturally indifferent, Mac shrugged. "So I guess Flack must have been really good in the sack, eh?"
He walked off. She looked after him, shocked and indignant. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she called at his retreating back.
"That's what I want to know." Flack showed up next to her, his cologne enveloping her senses, nearly making her weak. She stiffened and turned to him, trying not to show her emotion. But that was hard to do when her whole body screamed, Take me, I'm yours!
"I don't know. You know how hard Mac is to understand." She let him kiss her on the cheek softly. "He's amazing, though. Seems to think he knows so much-"
"He does, though. And by the way... I know I'm good." He smiled that cocky detective's smile and strode off, leaving the feel of his lips on the skin in the crook of her neck.