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Chapter three disappeared for a while, I don't know why :)

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Previously:

(…) He grinned at her shamelessly and withdrew his fingers when she was really, really close. Liz looked at Red, desperately pressing her thighs together to get rid of the ache between her legs. He licked his fingers off and continued to listen to Cooper as if nothing had happened. Liz was stunned.

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"Agent Scott? Are you listening?" Cooper's voice interrupted Liz.

"Sir?"

"Are you listening?"

"Of course, Sir."

"Then what was I talking about in the past fifteen minutes? You seemed a little bit distracted."

Before Liz could answer, Red explained what Cooper had been talking about, saving Liz from being exposed as a liar.

Cooper continued talking and after another ten minutes, the meeting was over. Red and Liz left the office and he dragged her into an interrogation room.

"Thanks" she muttered breathlessly, still a little aroused.

"For what exactly? For saving you when Cooper asked you what he was talking about or for almost letting you come in a room with more than twenty people?" Red grinned at her, for some reason, he could still control himself.

Liz wasn't surprised that he didn't say 'for the other thing' or something like that. Red was someone who could talk about sex like other people talked about the weather. She, however, replied: "For saving me and for...you know..." and blushed.

"I know a lot of things, Lizzie. Tell me what you mean." he took her wrists and pinned her to the wall, his lips only a few centimeters from hers.

"For almost letting me come..." she quietly trailed off.

Red pressed her body to the wall with full force and kissed her violently, his tongue pushing into her mouth without waiting for her. It was like in one of the dreams she had recently noted in her dream diary, but right after this thought, she couldn't think for a long while. After the kiss, he pulled her shirt over her head, opened her bra and nipped and sucked her breasts, leaving wet spots on her nipples.

Then her phone rang.

"Oh no, damn it!" Lizzie glared at her phone and saw that Ressler was calling.

"Take the call, sweetheart. We'll finish this later." Red said with an devilish smile on his face; he was planning something.

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When Liz was at home that evening, she turned her whole apartment upside down to find her dream diary, but, not really to her surprise, she couldn't find it. Normally, it was locked in the bedside table with a pen next to it. She opened the drawer, but only the pen was lying in there. Maybe it was somewhere else, so she looked everywhere. After an hour of searching for the one thing that she didn't want anybody else to read, she panicked: it was gone.

xxxxx Friday

One week. Red tortured Liz with soft touches at inappropriate times and places. Only at work, they didn't see each other after work because he pretended to have 'business'. Exactly one week he showed up in the Post Office everyday. He always stood close to her, but not so close that anybody would suspect anything. They always were standing at the back when there was a group of people. During meetings with business partners, Red stroked her thighs and whatever else under the table; during briefings at the office, he tickled her waist under her shirt, caressed her back or rubbed and squeezed her butt, it was tantalizing. Friday evening, Liz was alone at the office and had to write two reports before she could go home. She wondered what would happen when she was alone with Red, certainly not writing reports and filling in case files. Moreover, she still hadn't confronted him with the absence of this diary, perhaps because she didn't really want to know what he would reply if she asked him about it...

"Red? I have to write two reports and then I can go home. You don't have any business tonight, do you?"

"Well, actually, I do. I have to fly to Canada until Saturday evening. I'll fly after you're finished here."

"Why don't you fly now? I really do have to finish this today, it's important." although I'd prefer to get laid by you...she added in her mind.

"No, no, no. I'll stay. I won't let you alone here with this boring paperwork. Sit down."

"What?"

"I said sit down. The faster you write this, the better."

"Fine..."

As soon as she had sat down at her desk, Red put his hands on her shoulders. She winced.

"Lizzie, calm down. Before you start, I want you to relax."

He massaged her shoulders for several minutes, but his hands stayed there after he was done.

"So, sweetheart. You can begin now."

She took a pen and felt his right index finger on her pulse point at her neck. He ran his fingertip up and down, sometimes tickling, sometimes slowly stroking, almost comforting. She didn't know if she liked it or wanted him to stop.

"Red! What are you doing?! I can't concentrate!"

"Did you think I'd let you work without teasing you?" he growled into her ear. "I've done that all week, it's fun."

Liz brought her left hand to his one and wanted to push it away, but he twisted her left arm behind her back, holding it tightly.

"No, Lizzie." he ordered firmly.

She sighed and wrote the reports, occasionally twitching her shoulder and suppressing a giggle. After half an hour, she was finished. Red let go off her left arm and kissed the side of her neck he had been playing with for the past thirty minutes. Liz couldn't wait to scratch herself there, but Red held both her wrists and soothed the spot with his tongue before she could do anything. She moaned and he pulled her up and guided her out of the office to the elevator. An elevator is always a dangerous place, always. Liz knew that from movies and books. Never be alone in an elevator with the man who makes your panties wet just by looking at you.

Red pinned her to the wall and Liz threw one leg around his waist, pressing herself against him. They once again kissed and then the door opened.

"Lizzie, stay here, you can now officially with my permission sleep in my bed as if it was yours." Red said as they were standing in front of his safe-house.

"But I don't have any clothes since you brought my bag to my place..." Liz protested.

"Did you think I'd invite you into this house without making preparations? I went shopping for you...don't look at me like this! I like spending money for you! Now go inside and make yourself a home."

For some reason, he seemed to be in a hurry to get back into the car. This was Liz's last chance to ask him about her diary before he would fly away for one day.

"Uuum, there is something I wanted to ask you...Last Monday, you told me that you have been in my apartment several times without my knowledge. I looked everywhere for something that's very important to me, but it's gone."

"And what does that have to do with me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I'm pretty sure you have it and I'm asking you to give it back."

"What is it?"

She hesitated. "Well, it's my...my diary." she whispered without looking at him. It wasn't her real diary, she didn't have one since she was a teenager, it was the little black book that contained all her dreams, especially her dirty dreams about Red.

He opened the door and dragged her in, she wasn't aware of the move, she just realized at some point that she was standing inside whereas he was still outside with one hand at the door, ready to close it.

"Oh, you mean", he reached into his jacket pocket, "this one?"

She blushed crimson and tried to snatch it out of his hands, but he held it out of her reach, grinning at her and pushing a hand on her chest to keep some distance between them.

"Give it back! Please, Red!"

"Oh, no. I borrowed it and will give it back to you when I finished reading it. Very revealing, by the way."

"You already read some parts and didn't say anything?!"

He ignored that question. "I'm flying to Canada now, have a nice Saturday and sleep well. I'm sure I'll finish it during the flight. Good night, Lizzie." Red gave her a quick peck on the lips and left.

Once again, he slammed the door behind her, but this time she was inside. Nevertheless, she felt almost as uncomfortable as the last time he had kicked her out. By the time she opened the door again to run after him and get her diary back, the car was already out of sight.

This was going to be a nightmare, Raymond Reddington was reading about her secret little sex dreams right now while she was alone in his house without having the slightest possibility to stop him. Great.

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