The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βHow, Daddy?β
βWell, one thing Iβm going to do is pick up some brick while weβre in Cabo and try to get it back on the boat. Thatβll be a good test of their security.β
βWonβt you get arrested if youβre caught? Or at least thrown off the ship?β She looks up at me with an anxious, little frown.
βNo, sweetie. Captain Lopez knows whatβs going on. They tell me sheβs a veteran of nineteen years and totally reliable. Sheβll step in if the security people catch the drugs. If they donβt, that might help me figure out whether the security people are in on it.β
βWow,β Emily says.
I tap the tip of her nose with my notebook. βWow, what?β
βThis is so cool. Itβs just like Magnum PI.β
Grinning, I shake my head at her and banish her to the bathroom before Chrisjean Olsen shows up.
* * *
In her four-inch stilettos, Chrisjean Olsen is taller than I am. Her crested Afro gives her another two inches, and I run my hand over my crew-cut self-consciously after I shake her hand and show her into the suite, not used to dealing with women I have to look up to.
She sits across from me on the couch, which at least eliminates her height advantage, declines coffee, tea, or water, and spreads her knees. Sheβs not showing me anything other than the inseam of her dark blue capri pants, but the pose catches at me. Itβs a very masculine position. After being around Emily, who automatically goes into submissive postures when sheβs with me, itβs jarring.
Not much else about Chrisjean Olsen is masculine, though. Sheβs got a fantastic rack, a double-D cup at a guess, that she carries well on her long, lean frame. Her bare arms swell with muscle at the shoulders. Sheβs not above showing off her assets, and her sleeveless, wrap top emphasizes each dip and curve. She doesnβt shove her tits under my nose, which gains her points, but Iβm glad Emily isnβt in the room.
Olsen purses her full lips, glossed a vibrant purple, before she says, βI know youβve spoken with Reggie and Jay. Did they tell you Bill and I were lovers? Because we werenβt.β
βNo?β I ask neutrally.
βNo. Check with the cruise company. We had separate cabins. We werenβt sleeping together.β
Emily and I have separate cabins, and weβre damn sure sleeping together, but I nod.
βAre you married?β I ask. Sheβs wearing a couple of rings, including a silver band on her left ring finger, but that might not mean anything.
βCivil union,β she says.
Ah, Black was the wrong gender for her to sleep with. βI understand you have a daughter with diabetes who became ill while you were on the cruise, which was why you had to leave early. I hope sheβs okay.β
Olsen tips her head. βShe is, thank you. Did Jay tell you Bill threatened to fire me if I left? He did. Bill threatened to fire me about once a month. It didnβt mean anything. That was just Billβs way of venting. He was very happy with me.β Her black eyes flicker. βWith my job performance.β
With more than her job performance, obviously, but they werenβt lovers. Despite her bulldog approach, I donβt think Olsenβs lying. βI understand you and Bill pitched to several telecommunication companies while you were in Mexico. How did those go?β
She leans forward and clasps her hands between her knees. βWhy? Are you looking to poach our clients?β
βNo.β
βHmm.β Her dark pink tongue flicks out between those bright purple lips. βThey went pretty well. Of the three Bill and I pitched together, we won two. Those bastards from KornFerry beat us out on the other one. Jayβs still waiting to hear on the pitch that he and Bill did together. I think that oneβs iffy, personally.β
βUh-huh. Mrs. Black mentioned that you went on this cruise with Mr. Black because you had contacts with the Mexican companies. Is that right?β
βIs that what she said?β Olsen sits back and crosses her legs, right ankle over left knee.
βIs she wrong?β
βNo, Central Americaβs my market. But if youβre working for Pink Pearl, then you know thatβs not why I was on that cruise, Mr. Logan.β
She stares straight at me. An alpha stare. And I realize that Iβve made the mistake I told Emily not to make. I didnβt come into this interview with a blank slate. I came into it with a fundamental assumption: that Bill Black was a top.
But looking at the woman across from me, I realize he wasnβt.
βYou were Blackβs top,β I say.
She nods. βFor the past two years.β
βBut you werenβt lovers,β I phrase it as a statement, but one she needs to confirm.
βNo. I told you.β
She did, but not having sex with your bottom is still a tough concept for me. Still, unlike Reggie Black, sheβs not behaving in any way like a widow, which makes it more feasible they werenβt romantically involved. βWithout sticking my nose where itβs not wanted, if you told Mrs. Black that, it might give her some relief. Sheβs grieving not just because she lost her husband, but because she thinks he was cheating on her.β
βYour nose isnβt wanted there. What Bill and I did outside work hours was nobodyβs business but ours. Bill never cheated on his wife that I know of, but if she thinks that little of the man she was married to, thatβs her problem.β
That sounds like a justification to me. Iβm sure the dynamics of being Blackβs top, when both were married to other people, and when they were employer and employee, must have required a lot of justification. But sheβs right, itβs none of my business. βGetting back to the cruise, were you and Bill active on the boat?β
βActive? Do you mean, did we scene?β
βYes.β
βWe did,β she confirms.
βWere the scenes public?β
βNo. I donβt know if you
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