Big Riggs (Trilogy Bundle) (BBW Erotic Romance)

by Hart, Melissa F.

  “Won’t it be worse for her if you find him and he has an alibi?”

  “If he does, no one needs to know we found him,” Mark said, just as a matter of fact. “I’m going to ask Lisa to order up some Chinese food for lunch. Anything in particular that you like?”

  “Um, no,” she said. “Whatever is fine.” He excused himself and Fannie continued to look through the case files. She heard someone come in and didn’t look up right away, assuming that it was Mark. When she looked up at last, she saw a pair of blue jeans in her peripheral vision.

  “Oh, hi,” she said, turning to face Crocodile Dundee once more.

  “Hey,” he said. He didn’t have an Australian accent when he spoke, and Fannie found herself almost disappointed by that fact. “Is Mark here?”

  “Yes,” she said, standing up. “He went to talk to Lisa. I’m Fannie Riggs, by the way,”

  “Okay,” he said and started toward the door.

  “Excuse me,” Fannie called after him. “Who are you?”

  The man turned back toward her. “I’m Grant. I work here.” He turned around then and left the office.

  Wow. Counting the paralegal, Susan, Grant was the second rude employee of the firm she had met today. She shook her head and went back to reading the files. It looked like Harlan was actually the father-in-law’s attorney. Mark had joined in on the case so that she and the father-in-law would each be represented in case the prosecutor at the last minute called him out. From what Fannie had read about Mark since getting the interview for this job, this woman was lucky to have him. In three years with the firm, Mark hadn’t lost a single case.

  To Fannie’s chagrin, Mark came back with Grant in tow. “Have you two met?” Mark asked.

  Fannie forced a smile. “Yes, we have.”

  Grant only nodded again in her direction.

  “Grant was just telling me that he has a lead on the business partner. He’s possibly in Toronto. Grant’s going to fly out there this afternoon and see what he can find out.”

  Grant eventually left and apparently returned to his own office.

  While they ate lunch, Mark went over his and Harlan’s defense strategy with her. As they were wrapping up the day, Mark finally said, “Have you and I met before?”

  So there it was. Fannie wasn’t sure what course of action would be best to take here. What if she told him who she was and it reminded him of how distasteful he used to find her? She could just pretend like she didn’t remember where they knew each other from, but then if he ultimately remembered, he might think she was pretending not to know him because he intimidated her.

  She finally just decided to bite the bullet. “Washington Elementary School, and Lincoln Junior High, class of 1998.”

  Mark still looked uncertain, but then a sudden look of horror crossed his face, and Fannie knew that he was remembering. “Oh my goodness,” he said at last. “Fannie Riggs. I’ll be damned. I’m surprised you didn’t walk in and punch me in the face.”

  Fannie had to laugh at that. “I can’t lie and say that I didn’t consider it. But I really wanted this job.”

  Mark smiled, but sadly. “I was such a little jerk. Does saying I’m sorry now even matter?”

  She smiled back. “It’s fine. We all do things we regret when we’re kids.”

  “It’s not fine, but you’re nice to say so. I wish there was a way I could make it up to you. I was so mean.”

  “Yes, you were,” she said with a grin. She stood up and picked up her briefcase.

  “Forgive me?” he asked. She could tell that although he may be genuinely regretful, he was used to being able to flash those baby blues and wipe pretty much any slate clean.

  “We’ll see,” she said with another grin. “Good-night, Mark.”

  “Good night, Fannie,” he said, watching her go.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Fannie took the stairwell down and out to the parking garage. When she reached the fifth floor, she thought that she heard a door open and close right above her. She didn’t hear any footsteps however. She thought that was strange, but didn’t dwell on it. When she got to the second floor, she went through the door that led to the garage. Her car was on the first level, so she went into the stairwell of the garage.

  As she descended, she again heard the sound of a door, but no footsteps. She was starting to get just a little bit creeped out. She hurried up to the door on the first floor and pushed on it. The door didn’t budge. She could hear footsteps now. She couldn’t tell if they were going up or down. She turned and climbed back up to the second floor door she had just come through. She pushed on it, and found that one locked too. She could still hear the footsteps above her so she knocked loudly on the door and yelled out, “Hello, can you help me please? Hello!”

  The footsteps continued to get further away. Fannie continued banging on that door for a few minutes, and then she returned down to the first floor and started yelling and banging on that one. She did that until she had worn herself out. Finally remembering her cell phone, she sat down on the bottom step and took it out. She looked up the firm’s number and dialed it. The call didn’t connect; it only made a strange beeping noise in her ear. Fannie looked at the screen. She had no signal in here.

  “Damn it!” she said, out loud. She stood up again and started pounding on the door again.

  “Who’s down there?”

  “Hello?” she called up. “It’s me, Fannie. I’m stuck between the first and second floors. Both doors are locked.”

  She could hear someone trying to open the door on the second floor. She ran up the stairs to the stairwell door. “Hello, are you still there?”

  Whoever had been there was gone now. She tried the door again and found that it was still locked. She wanted to cry. She sat back down on the stairs, not knowing what to do. Five minutes or so passed, and she was just about to start banging and yelling again when she heard footsteps.

  “Hello!” she yelled, knocking on the door again with the palm of her hand.

  “Hello,” a man’s voice called out. “We’re unlocking the door now, Miss.”

  She heard the key jangle and then the door was pushed open. “Oh thank God,” Fannie said when she saw the custodian with a shirt that said Stan standing there. When she stepped out of the stairwell, she saw Grant was there as well.

  “How’d you get locked in there?” he asked her.

  “I have no idea,” she said. “I went in on the second floor and found the first floor locked. When I went back to the second floor, that one was locked too. Do they lock automatically?” she asked Stan.

  “No, you have to lock them with a key,” Stan told her.

  “Who all has keys?” Grant asked him.

  “There’s one on my set, and another one on the master set in Mr. Smyth’s office,” Stan told them. “I’ll talk to Mr. Smyth and find out who had access to them. I’m sorry about that, Miss. I’ll head down now and open the first floor too. Gimme just a minute.”

  Fannie smiled at him. “It’s okay now that I’m out. Thank you.”

  The man gave her a nod and a smile and left.

  She looked at Grant then, who was still staring at her. “Thank you too.”

  “Sure,” he said. “Are you parked on the first floor?”

  “Yes,” she told him.

  “I’ll walk down with you,” he said.

  She didn’t argue; she was a little shaky still and hadn’t been looking forward to going back in there alone.

  “Thank you,” she said again, following him back into the stairwell. When they got to the first floor, he pushed on the door and it opened. “Whew,” she said with a grin.

  Grant looked at her and smiled. It was the first genuine smile she had seen on him. It made him even more attractive.

  “I really do appreciate your help,” she told him.

  “Where are you parked?” he asked.

  “I’m right over there,” she said. He didn’t leave, so she just headed for her car and w
hen she realized that he was following her she said, “I’m okay now.”

  “I just want to make sure,” he said. “Don’t you find it strange that someone locked you in that stairwell?”

  Fannie stopped and turned to look at him. “You think someone did that on purpose?”

  Grant shrugged. “I just want to make sure.”

  Fannie found her car, thanked him again, and then as she went to unlock it, she said, “Oh my God!”

  Grant came over to where she was standing between her car and the one parked next to her. The windshield looked like it had been hit with a rock. Worse than that though, on the side of her red car the word Pigg had been spray painted in bold black letters.

  Grant asked her to unlock the car. After he checked out the inside, he told her, “Wait here, don’t move.” He went looking around the rest of the garage. When he came back he said, “I don’t see anyone. I’ll have security pull the tapes. We better have the police come down and get a report also.”

  Fannie had tears in her eyes that she was trying to hold back. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was living her dream, and she wasn’t harming a soul doing it. Who would want to do this to her?

  She nodded at Grant, knowing that if she spoke it would release the water works. It wasn’t until he asked if she were okay that she lost it. She leaned into her car and let the tears finally flow. After a few minutes, she felt a warm hand on her back. She looked up and saw Grant looking at her helplessly. That made her start crying again, so he just pulled her into his chest and held her while she cried it out.

  * * *

  Mark opened the door of his apartment and found Susan sitting on his couch in her hot pink bra and panties. He sighed. “How did you get in here?”

  He and Susie had a brief affair a few months before, but beyond that, they hadn’t really had anything in common. Mark had broken it off, but Susie obviously wasn’t getting it.

  “You gave me a key,” she said.

  “Susie, that was to feed the cat and water the plants when I went out of town. I just forgot to ask for it back. I surely didn’t expect you to use it to sit naked on my couch.”

  Susan giggled. “But do you like it?” she said, trying to sound seductive.

  Mark looked her up and down. She was kind of a pain in his ass but damn the girl was hot in bed. He sat down the briefcase he carried. “I only have about an hour. I have dinner with Harlan and one of our clients at seven.”

  Susan reached up behind her and unhooked her bra, letting her size D-cup breasts fall out.

  “That’s plenty of time,” she said, licking her lips.

  If Mark hadn’t been horny already, he was now. He felt his pants grow tighter as his manhood swelled and began aching to get out. He walked over toward her and grabbed a handful of the soft flesh she had been flaunting.

  “You can’t let yourself in here again, Susie, okay?” he told her as he fondled them.

  She said, “Umm hmm.”

  He leaned in and kissed her neck. “I mean it.”

  “Okay,” she said breathlessly as his mouth found her left nipple. He ran his tongue around the outside of her dark red areola, making her squirm.

  He traced a path back up to her lips with his tongue, and as he slipped it into her mouth, his right hand found its way into her tiny little pink panties. As he fondled her, he reached up with the other hand and wrapped his fingers through her hair.

  Tugging on it enough to pull her head backwards so he could see her face, he said, “This is the last time, Susie. I mean it.”

  She nodded and made a sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep in her throat. He was enjoying watching her face as his fingers found their way inside of her where she was warm and wet. She moved her hips back and forth and moaned.

  Finally, seeming like she couldn’t take it any longer, she said, “I want you inside of me, Mark, please.”

  Mark smiled. “Doesn’t that feel good?” he asked her, putting his mouth close to her ear.

  “God, yes,” she whispered in a husky voice.

  “You want me to stop?” he said.

  “Only if we can go to your bed and finish this,” she told him.

  He let go of her hair and let his hand slide down her back, grabbing a handful of her backside he pulled her close, smashing her breasts against his chest, and rubbing himself on her through his pants. He was about to explode.

  He whispered in her ear again, “I really, really mean it, Susie. This is the last time.”

  Susie pushed her hips into him. “Then let’s make it the best time.”

  Mark stripped out of his suit as he followed her down the hall, leaving things where they fell. Susan laid down on her back on the bed and watched him finish stripping.

  He stood naked in front of her. “Take off your panties.”

  She sat up at the edge of the bed facing him and as she bent forward to slip them off one leg, she flicked her tongue out and made contact with his skin, sending jolts of electricity up his spine. She did it again as she slid the other leg out, and this time he took her head in his hands and pressed her into him.

  He watched her as he felt her, and God it was good. He let her go at it for a really long time. He decided that this would be all they were going to do when his body took on a mind of its own. He found himself pushing her back on the bed and climbing on top of her. Fireworks exploded in his head as he slipped inside of her warmth and wetness. She thrust her hips, working him like a pro. Just as he thought that perhaps he should have used a condom, he realized that it was too late.

  TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK TWO: Love and Chinese Food - Volume 2

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  Love and Chinese Food

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  Synopsis

  Fannie Riggs embarks on her new life as a lawyer. Young, single and confident, she has gotten a job with a prestigious Chicago firm almost right out of law school. Fannie works closely with a man who had grown from her childhood tormentor to her mentor, and possibly her friend. Frightening things begin happening to her just when she thought she had her life and her career on track. Confused, hurt and beginning to doubt her own self-worth, Fannie finds comfort in Grant’s arms. He and Fannie make an unlikely pair, but when he sticks around two nights in a row to protect her from the stalker, the sparks between them fly and the passions ignite.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  The woman thought about standing in the shadows and watching as the overweight girl discovered what had been done to her car, and smiled. The investigator who came to her rescue in the stairwell had still been with her, and as she had begun to cry, he’d put his hand on her back. She was sure he was just trying to be nice; certainly he hadn’t wanted to touch her. He was way too good looking for that. That was when the fat girl had thrown herself on him. It had been embarrassing just to watch. The poor man had no choice but to put his hands on her chubby back and hold her as she cried. The woman shivered with revulsion at the thought.

  She’d had to leave when she heard the police were being called. She had somewhere she needed to be anyway. The fat girl really should be thanking her. That was probably the first hot guy who’d ever touched her.

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  The phone rang for probably the fifteenth time that evening before Fannie finally answered it. It was Paul, and he was the one who had called the other fourteen times as well.

  “Hi,” she said when she finally picked up the phone.

  “Hey, you are alive!” he said, facetiously.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t feel like talking.” She had sent him a text earlier and told him what happened. They were supposed to see a movie, and she didn’t want to stand him up. He had been trying to call her ever since.

  “Aw, my poor Fannie. Do you want me to come over? We can make popcorn, watch a movie, have hot, sweaty sex on the balcony?”

  Fannie laughed. “The popcorn sounds good.”

  “The popcorn? Someone please pull the knife out of my heart,” he
said.

  “One of these days I’m going to agree to the hot, sweaty sex, and then what will you do?” she asked.

  “I’ll finally show you how a real man is supposed to treat a woman. Oh, and I’m like a Lay’s Potato Chip, no pun intended. You won’t be able to have just one.”

  Fannie was really smiling now. “Thank you.”

  “For what?” he said.

  “Always making me feel better.”

  “Seriously, love. Are you okay?” Paul asked.

  “I will be,” she said. “It was scary, and embarrassing and maddening all at the same time.”

  “I’d like to get my hands on whoever would do something like this to you. Bastard should be publicly stoned. And what the heck do you have to be embarrassed about?”

  “It said Pig on the side of my car. Whoever did this obviously knew me,” she said.

  “Are you f—ing kidding me right now?” Paul asked her. “Whoever did this did not know you. You are the furthest thing from a pig that I’ve ever seen. You’re a classy, beautiful woman and the person who did this is the one who’s a pig.”

  “Thank you,” she said. “You’re sweet.”

  “I’m just telling the truth, sweetheart,” he said. “What are they doing to catch this creep?”

  “Grant had them pull the security tapes. Whoever it was had on a huge black sweatshirt with a hood and big round sunglasses. The body and face were small, like a woman. I doubt they’d be able to find anyone using those.”