Note: This chapter is a little shorter than I planned but I moved an Underworld section that was at the end of the chapter and I'm putting it either later in chapter 11 or in the beginning of chapter 12, because it'll fit better there.

/Texting/

Chapter 10

"This top is cute." Maria held up a red top with sparkly beading on it.

"Mm, it is. Try it on."

"But it's seventy dollars. Can I justify spending that much on a shirt?" Maria held it away from her, looked at it, then turned it back toward Liz. "Is it really seventy bucks cute?"

"Try it on." She repeated, smirking. "If you hate how it looks on you problem solved. If you love it than we'll continue with 'is it worth it'."

Maria shrugged but kept it on her hand while searching through the clearance items. Fifteen minutes later the two bought a couple shirts, Maria didn't buy the red top, and a few skirts. With their purchases in hand they walked a few shops down to Victoria's Secret.

Liz picked out some outfits to try on and made her way to the dressing room. Slipping into a relatively simple but sexy nightie she dug her phone out from her pants. She snapped a picture and sent it to Cole with the question. /Do you like?/

Cole's Office

"My client accidentally hit the victim. He is remorseful and horrified that he hurt that man but you're pushing for assault, armed robbery, and attempted murder, which is a bit extreme counselor." Defense attorney, Ford Deacon, stated strongly.

"The tire iron just magically flew out of his hand, is that it?" Cole leaned forward on his desk and chuckled in disbelief. The man was not magical or demonic, he was a normal, albeit evil, human. "Your client Mr. Deacon, admitted to police that he hit Mr. Randal over the head with a tire iron. A witness saw him standing over the victim going through his wallet. That doesn't sound very remorseful." He shot back to the defendant's lawyer.

Granted the attempted murder charge was unlikely to fly, despite the severe head injury Mr. Randal received. The victim required eighteen stitches on the side of his skull, he still, two months later, has difficulty walking without getting dizzy and light headed. Not to mention the array of bruises and cuts he got when he fell to the ground as a result of the tire iron to the head. Add to that how the defendant left the victim bleeding out on the street, he had at least a decent case for attempted murder. However, armed robbery and assault were slam dunks.

This meeting had not been on his books today. All he had planned for the afternoon was getting his ducks in a row for the trial next week against Mr. Webster, however Webster's lawyer called him to set up a meeting. They wanted to discuss a deal. Cole had been interested in hearing what the two had to say, maybe getting the case off his docket. But seeing how little guilt the accused felt, he was no longer entertaining a deal.

Mr. Deacon's client smirked at him. Arrogant little shit was confident in his lawyer's ability to get him off, despite his foul up in speaking with the detectives and telling them he hit the man. Cole itched to throw an energy ball at him. His smugness grated on his nerves.

"Mr. Webster felt pressured to confess to something. The police were throwing baseless accusations at him and an eye witness to boot. When the woman, who falsely id'd my client, even admitted that the other man had much longer hair than my client did at the time of the lineup."

Cole stared blankly at the two bottom feeders across from him. "So he got a haircut. Everything else our eye witness described matched your client to a 'T'. Right down to the tattoo on his left shoulder and the jagged scar on his neck. You're grasping at straws here Ford." On his desk his cell phone vibrated. Still glaring at them he swiped open his phone.

A message from Liz. He tapped the screen and opened the message. There, wearing a light teal nightie, was his gorgeous girlfriend, Liz. Lace cupped her breasts, giving him only a hint of the dark pink areola underneath. The bottom of the nightie was decorated with that same lace and the satin smooth fabric brought out Liz's soft curves. Suddenly he didn't care all that much about the case in front of him.

Tearing his gaze away from the beautiful photo now gracing his phone he saw the text underneath asking. /Do you like?/

Quickly Cole set his phone face down, he pushed away from the desk and stood up. "Well, it appears there won't be a deal made. Your client has shown no remorse or admitted guilt and tried to make amends. Thank you for your time gentlemen but it appears we have a trial to prepare for."

Mr. Deacon pointed to his cell phone. "What was that about Mr. Turner?"

"Nothing to do with this case. Please see yourselves out." He abruptly ended the meeting. No point in wasting any more time.

While not quite believing him, Mr. Deacon let it go and he and his client left the ADA's office. Leaving the side of his desk, where he watched the two leave, Cole returned to his chair and sent back a text. /Very much so. Buy that one./

He waited for a few moments for Liz to respond, when she did, he wasn't disappointed. /Well, what about this one?/

Cole scrolled down, the picture showed Liz wearing a black lace corset top, no breast cups, and sexy tantalizing garters and fishnet thigh high stockings. His lover had carefully placed her arm over her breasts so he couldn't see the full effect.

/Tease./ He texted back. Followed quickly by. /Love that too./

/Hehe./

Leaning forward Cole checked his appointment book for today. A couple more meetings awaited him but not for another hour. He'd teach his little witch that it's dangerous to tease him. On his office door Jimmy knocked. Before the mail guy entered the room Cole shimmered out, only hearing the first four words of his sentence.

"Mr. Turner, sorry to—"

Cole shimmered into the dressing room hall. No one was there. Looking up at the domed video camera he waved his hand, making the camera go on the fritz. In the dressing room closest to him he could hear Liz moving around, lingerie rustling softly.

Quickly he glanced around then, making sure no dressing room attendant was around; quietly he knocked on the dressing room door. The rustling stopped, he could hear Liz put down, what he assumed, was her phone to open the dressing room door a crack. "Hey." She whispered happily, her smile widening at his arrival.

"You should know better than to tease me." Cole seductively threatened.

"I like teasing you." She was about to say something else but the footsteps of the attendant could clearly be heard and she didn't dare speak right then.

Thinking fast Cole shimmered in behind Liz, took her around the waist, kissed her exposed shoulder, and closed the door. Keeping the worker from knowing anything naughty was happening mere feet from her.

Liz quashed the giggle bubbling up in her throat, even as her lover turned her around to face him, and put a hand gently over her mouth. "Shh." He murmured low.

Feeling playful she nipped at his palm. Sinister eyes narrowed on her, he lifted her up. Liz softly licked at the patch of skin she bit.

Cole removed his hand, only to replace it with his lips. Liz loved kissing him. She could kiss him for hours and still want to get lost in him for a few hours more. "Looks like this outfit is a keeper."

"It's the woman in the outfit." He rumbled against her neck.

"Good answer." She whispered.

"Oh my God! Liz, get out here quick!"

Hearing Maria scream, Liz jumped out of Cole's embrace. Thinking quickly she grabbed her jacket and flung it over the top of the lingerie before rushing outside toward her friend, with Cole hot on her heels.

Skidding to a halt Liz searched the store, ready to fight a demon that had to be attacking Maria from how she shouted. Instead she saw Maria hugging a tall, lanky man. Laughing and saying how she missed him.

Stepping forward and smiling Liz laughed too. "Alex?"

TBC