Samantha stormed out of FBI Headquarters and flew down the street. All she wanted to do was get away, away from Martin, away from that place, away from those cases. She was pissed at herself for letting him upset her and ruin her good mood after Danny. Who the hell did he think he was? When did he become so judgmental?
Damn him, if he wasn't right. She had no businesses going after Danny, not with her fucked up life. And Martin really had no idea just how fucked up it was. Sweet, funny Danny. It wasn't fair to him, just as it wasn't fair to Martin. If she really cared about Danny, she would leave him alone.
Samantha continued to push down the street, oblivious to the people who stood in her way. She just couldn't understand why she always let Martin get to her like that. Who cared what he thought about her, he was the one who left her, abruptly, without even giving her a chance to defend herself, to make it right. Not that she knew how to make it right, but she would have given it her all.
Love is a funny horse.
Samantha slowed, swallowing hard and out of breath. She caught sight of her surroundings and realized she had traveled several blocks away from the office. No one noticed her, nor paid her any attention.
You should try to learn from your mistakes, not make new ones.
Samantha spun around in a circle, her chest tightening with panic. That voice…where was it coming from? Why couldn't anyone else hear it?
Because I'm talking to you and only you.
Samantha cried out loud and raced into a nearby coffee shop. She collapsed in a chair in the back and put her head into her hands, trying to calm the shaking. She was going crazy. She was hearing voices. She took slow, deep breaths until her heartbeat returned to normal. Looking around the coffee shop, she felt the damn urge. She was hearing voices in her head, yet the urge would not go away. She slowly stood up and walked back outside.
She walked in a daze back towards the office when she spotted him leaning against the side of a newsstand. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, he was so beautiful and massive. At least 6'4" with cocoa brown skin and an incredibly physique. And he was looking straight at her. As if she had no control over her body, she headed straight to him.
"Hello," she said softly, once she was standing face to face with him. His face was perfectly symmetric, his black hair smooth against his skull, leading down to a clean-cut goatee.
"Hello," his deep baritone answered. His eyes were deep dark pools and Samantha found herself falling in. "What is your name?"
"Samantha."
"You seem distressed…is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly. Samantha grabbed his hand and pulled him after her, the man following easily. Her body, still under some other control, steered them into an alley off of the corner. Samantha pulled him to the back. Once out of sight she tore at his clothes and he at hers, as if this was what they were meant to do. He crushed his lips against hers as he tore at her slacks, pushing them down her hips. He roughly turned her around and pushed her against the wall, entering her from behind. She cried out in pain mixed with needing and pleasure as his massive cock shoved into her, hard and fast.
When she thought she couldn't take anymore he pulled out and came, groaning with the effort. Exhausted, she turned around and slid down the wall to the dirty ground, her creamy white skin exposed to the filth.
Buttoning up his jeans, he passed her a card. She reached up and took it, wearily reading the name.
"Galaxy," she read softly. "Neo Harris."
Neo crouched down until he was eye level with her. "The address is on the card. Meet me there on Friday night, 11 p.m." He smoothed her messy hair away from her face. "I think I have what you are looking for."
Samantha watched as he left the alley, clutching the card to her heaving chest. It wasn't until then that she realized she had given him her real name.
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"Where have you been?" Jack asked as she entered the squad room. The team was assembled around the table, openly staring at her. Danny threw her a quizzical look.
"I went to pick up Rinella's clothing from the property clerk," she said, holding up the plastic bag. She tossed it on the table. "DNA analysis hasn't been conducted on the shoes and pants. We might be able to get a hit off of them."
Jack stared at her. "Good thinking," he said finally. "Next time, let someone know what you are up to."
Samantha smiled thinly. "Sure."
Jack turned back to the team. "I am going to head out to check on the divers, Martin and Danny come with me."
Martin avoided Samantha's gaze as he moved past her, but she couldn't help but smirk at the large stain on the front of his pants. She moved to her desk and slunk into her seat, her heart beating at her close call.
"Miss Samantha, are you hungry?" Elena asked as she perched on the side of her desk, scanning a take out menu. "I'm thinking deli sandwiches, I really want a club. Doesn't that sound good?"
Samantha smiled at her friend. "Sure, that sounds good. Turkey on wheat."
"Coming up," she replied, heading back to her desk. Samantha watched her until she got on the phone to order. Satisfied that she wasn't being observed, she discreetly pulled out Neo's card from her purse. She punched in Galaxy and the address into her search engine. Samantha's eyes widened as the result appeared on the screen.
Galaxy was an invite-only sex club.