Luca stood without a word and tugged at the bulge that was stretching his slacks. Excited by the promise of awesome sex that was sure to come, Tammy hurried into the house.
CHAPTER 27
TRACY
Tracy stepped off of the elevator. After a nice lunch with Francis, she was in a great mood. It was her first day back to work since they were released from their elegantly decorated prison that was Victoria and Jack’s house. Since Tracy had worked on most of her accounts from Victoria’s, her first day back had been easy.
Tracy rounded the corner on her way to her office, but her assistant, Kim, blocked her path.
“Miss Baker,” Kim whispered.
“Tracy, Kim. Call me Tracy.”
“Okay, sorry. Tracy, the police are waiting for you.”
“The police? Why? Did they say why?” Tracy asked, wondering why the police were there to see her.
“No. They just asked to see you. I told them that you were at lunch, but they said they’d wait.”
Francis had assured her that the situation outside of the club had been handled, so Tracy could not begin to guess why the police wanted to speak with her. At any rate, she certainly had no intention of implicating Victoria and Natasha in the death of the shooters.
“Thank you, Kim,” she said as she entered the outer office.
Two male officers stood as she approached, one white, the other black.
“Tracy Baker?” asked the tall African American.
“That’s me,” Tracy confirmed.
“I’m Detective Harris, and this is my partner, Detective Carson. May we have a minute of your time?”
“Sure.”
Tracy opened the door to her office and gestured for them to enter. She stepped in after them and closed the door.
“Please, have a seat,” she offered, waving at the chairs in front of her desk.
“No, thank you,” the white detective responded.
Tracy walked across the office and took a seat behind her desk. Her experience in marketing had taught her how to portray a confidence that she didn't always necessarily have.
“What can I do for you, detectives?”
“Miss Baker, we’re from Missing Persons. We’re looking into the disappearance of William Thompson.”
Fuck!
“Will Thompson? Missing? I mean, I knew that he’d been fired, but missing? I had no idea.”
Tracy gave her best impression of a person that gave a damn about the likes of Will Thompson.
“Yes. His wife reported him missing a few months ago,” Detective Harris confirmed.
His wife!
“Honestly, I didn't know much about him. I didn't even know that he was married.”
“Really?” Detective Carson asked as if surprised. “We were under the impression that you two were dating.”
“Dating? No, detective, we were never dating. Will was supposed to escort me to a party only because we were hoping to land an account. It wasn't a date. We were simply trying to woo a new client.”
“Who’s the client?” the other detective asked, breaking his silence.
“Antonio Carlucci of Donati Pharmaceuticals.”
Tracy knew that Antonio was nothing more than a figurehead. Francis was the owner of Donati Pharmaceuticals, but she wasn't about to share that information with the cops.
“I understand that there was some tension between the two of you?”
Clearly, they’d been talking to someone before coming to her. They obviously wanted to hit Tracy with some hard questions, but she wasn't intimidated. She crossed her arms and gave the detective a cool smile.
“Detective, there is often tension in the workplace. Essentially, when it comes down to it, we are nothing more than glorified salesmen. If we don't sell, we don't eat. This can be very stressful at times.”
Detective Harris nodded and jotted something in his notepad before asking, “When was the last time you saw Mr. Thompson, Miss Baker?”
Before Tracy could answer, her office door flew open, and Victoria and Emily rushed inside.
“Hola, chica! We came to take you to lunch,” Victoria announced in a bubbly manner.
She stopped suddenly, as if she were surprised to see the detectives.
“I’m sorry. Your assistant wasn't at her desk. I didn't know you were busy.”
“It’s okay,” Tracy assured. “But, I’ve already had lunch.”
“Well, we haven’t. So you can take us to lunch.”
Tracy chuckled. “I’m sorry, detectives. Forgive my rude friends. This is—”
“Victoria Storm,” Detective Harris blurted.
Victoria smiled, but she was noticeably surprised. “Detectives, huh? Do you work for this firm?”
“No, CPD,” Detective Harris corrected.
“Oh. And you know me?” Victoria asked.
“Of course. The entire department has heard of Victoria Price.”
His sarcasm hadn't escaped Tracy, but Victoria wouldn’t be baited.
“Damn, okay. Well, meet my sister-in-law, Emily Storm. She’s the family attorney.”
She had successfully alerted the detectives that Tracy had the benefit of counsel.
“Nice to meet you,” Detective Harris greeted.
As if he were looking into the face of an angel, the detective openly stared. Emily graced him with a sweet, sexy smile that Tracy had often seen her use to soften the hardest of men. She batted long, dark lashes, purposely bringing attention to the bright blue of her eyes. The detective couldn't hide his attraction even if he wanted.
“Sorry for the interruption,” Emily said softly, extending her hand. “It’s good to meet you. Is this an official visit?”
“Um…no, it’s okay. We just had a few questions for Miss Baker, but we’re done here.”
“Oh, well it was nice to meet you both.”
Detective Harris nodded and moved, reluctantly, toward the door. Carson, the other detective, followed without a word. When they cleared the doorway, Victoria hurried to close the door. She and Emily turned to Tracy.
“What did they want?” Emily asked. “The shooting?”
“Naw,” Tracy responded, shaking her head. “They're looking for Will.”
Victoria narrowed her eyes as if she was trying to remember. Then she gasped as if coming to a realization.
“The rapist? That was months ago. Why the hell are they just now looking for him?”
“I don't know. Why don't you call ‘em back in here and ask ‘em?” Tracy snapped.
“Don't get smart with me, heffa,’ Victoria replied, rolling her eyes.
Tracy walked around her desk and over to the sofa. “I’m sorry,” she muttered as she plopped down on the soft cushion. “It’s the hormones. I swear, Vic, I’ve been super testy lately.”
Victoria waved off her apology. “Forget it. Let’s go get some lunch.”
Tracy shook her head. “I told you that I ate already. Besides, I gotta catch up on some work.”
Tracy massaged her temple. She could feel a headache coming on no doubt from the lack of caffeine in her life since becoming pregnant. Unfortunately, Tracy had already missed so many days from work. And, due to Tammy and Luca’s wedding, she’d be missing even more days. She needed to get as much work done as possible while she could.
“Okay. I guess we’ll see you later then,” Emily said, grabbing her purse from Tracy’s desk.
“Wait…what are you guys really doing here?” Tracy asked.
Victoria and Emily showing up, unannounced, while the detectives were there was just too much of a coincidence.
“Your assistant. She called Francis. Francis called Emily. She and I were headed to lunch when she got the call.”
Tracy exhaled a breath while continuing to massage her temple. Her assistant actually called Francis. Of course, she had to be under strict instructions, but it didn't sit right with her. Kim worked for her, not Francis. Well, technically, since he owned the company, they all worked for
Francis. But in Tracy’s opinion, her assistant’s loyalty should be to her and her alone.
Tracy stood, reluctantly abandoning to the softness of the sofa. She walked around her desk and planted herself in her chair. “Are you guys free for dinner tonight?” Tracy asked them both.
“Hell, I’m always free,” Emily muttered.
“Nah. I got plans with Jack. I gotta do something to get off his shit list,” Victoria remarked.
“Damn. Is he still pissed at you? For some reason I assumed you gave good head,” Tracy quipped.
“Shit, me too,” Victoria responded with a sigh. “I guess I’ma have to step up my oral.”
“Umm…can I not hear this?” Emily chimed. “I’m totally and completely disgusted.”
“Yeah…yeah…yeah. By the way, Emily, you're way too pretty to be so fucking lonely,” Victoria pointed out.
“I’m not lonely. I’m just picky. There’s a difference.”
Tracy powered up her desktop and leaned back in her chair. “Can you be remorseful, and you be picky somewhere else? I have work to do.”
“God, you're no fun,” Victoria huffed, tucking her purse under her arm.
She turned on her heel. Tracy listened to the click clack of her and Emily’s heels as they exited her office.
“Wait, Em!” Tracy shouted at their backs.
Emily stopped and turned to Tracy.
“Meet at the Gibson’s? 7?”
“Yup, but make it 7:30. You're not the only that has to work for a living.”
“Okay, cool.”
The ladies left her office, closing the door behind them. Tracy noticed that she was tapping her foot as she stared at her favorite coffee cup. It read Nerds Rule.
It was no secret that Tracy was addicted to coffee. She was surely, without a doubt, suffering from caffeine withdrawal. Nonetheless, she tore her thoughts away from Folgers and hit the intercom button on her desk phone.
“Yes, Tracy?” Kim responded on the other end.
“Come into my office. We need to have a little chat.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be right in.”
Tracy wasn't exactly angry with her assistant, but she did need to lay out her expectations. If Kim couldn't be an assistant that she could trust, her very own ally, then Kim needed to be replaced with someone that fit the bill.
****
Tracy picked up her desk phone and dialed Francis. She’d just had a lengthy conversation with her assistant about discretion, and now she would have the same conversation with Francis.
“Is everything okay, donna?”
“Well, everything except for the fact that you've corrupted my assistant. I realize that I work for you now, but Kim works for me. Stay out of my business, Francis. I won't ask again.”
With that said, she ended the call before Francis could respond. As always, he would try to rationalize his intrusive behavior under the guise of safety.
Tracy tossed her phone on her desk and flipped through the file of one of the accounts that had been neglected while she was on, yet, another lockdown. With all the drama going on throughout the last few years, Tracy was amazed that she managed to get any work done. Hell, she was amazed that she still had a job at all. And for Tracy, losing her job wasn't an option. At times, her work was the only thing that kept her sane.
When Steve was killed, Tracy had buried herself in work in an effort to avoid haunting memories of their love. She knew that her friends and family were concerned by her workaholic tendencies, but staying busy was her way of dealing with her grief.
Unable to concentrate, Tracy closed the folder and placed the file on her desk. She stood and walked over to the window. Francis and Steve couldn't have been more different. Whereas Steve was definitely the take charge type, Francis was a total alpha. He seemed to have the need to take control in all things, even her job. Though his behavior was frustrating, Tracy had to admit that there was a significant sense of security that came along with being with Francis. However, there was also the guarantee of danger and chaos. But, lying to herself, she couldn't do. She wanted him; wanted him bad. When Francis wasn't near, her body and her spirit ached for him. She could, somehow, physically sense him when he was close, and suffer when he was far. So even as she faced the window, looking out at a busy Michigan Avenue, Tracy knew as soon as her office door flew open that it was Francis. She slowly turned to face him, knowing that he wouldn't be smiling. When her eyes landed on the big man, her assumption was confirmed. Displeasure donned his normally handsome face. Francis was pissed. He slammed the door shut, causing Tracy to jump. She cringed inside as he closed the distance between them, but when he was close enough to look down at her, Tracy straightened her spine and attempted to appear unintimidated.
Francis narrowed his angry eyes and studied her for a few seconds before wrapping large fingers around Tracy’s neck. She gasped for air, surprised by his aggression. Normally, her reaction would have been to fight, but something in his eyes halted her natural instinct. It was indescribable. Besides, Tracy knew in her heart that Francis wouldn't hurt her.
“That was rude, bella,” Francis admonished. “Hanging up on me…rude.”
“Fran—”
Tracy’s attempt to respond was cut off when his fingers tightened around her throat. And by the throat, Francis led her across the room, backing her against the front of her desk.
“Look at me, bella. What do I look like to you?” Francis gritted. “Do I look like a fucking woman?”
Tracy attempted, frantically, to shake her head, but Francis had a good grip on her neck.
“No? Then I look like a man?”
When her breathing became restricted, Tracy clawed at his fingers and nodded, but Francis was unwavering in proving his point.
“Ahhh…so you do understand that I am a man?” he said in a low, threatening tone.
“Y—” Tracy attempted.
“Don’t disrespect me, donna, ever again,” Francis warned, just as Tracy was becoming light-headed.
One would think that such actions, after everything that Tracy had been through, would be traumatizing. Strangely, Tracy wasn't afraid. She was, however, horny as hell.
Francis used his free hand to violently swipe every single item off of Tracy’s desk. He forced her on her back and ran a single finger up the inside of her thigh. Thankfully, he released her throat. Tracy swallowed much-needed air as he leaned over her weak body and looked her in the eye.
“I would die for you, bella.” His voice was filled with emotion. “I would kill for you. I deserve your respect, no?”
“Y-yes,” Tracy croaked.
Francis slid his hands under her pencil skirt until he reached her warm center. He massaged her mound over the thin material of her panties. Tracy gasped, not because she had been deprived of oxygen, but because she was wanton. Her desire for Francis was blinding.
He yanked her skirt over her hips and worked, feverishly, to rid himself of his slacks.
“Bella, it seems that I must remind you that I am a man,” he growled near her ear.
Francis grabbed the seat of her already soaked panties and ripped the fragile material from her body. He reached for his erect dick and stroked his long, thick shaft against her throbbing clit. Tracy’s body jerked violently when Francis smacked her swollen bud with the heavy head of his dick.
“Ughhhh!” she grunted, unable to disguise her desperation.
Tracy reached up, attempting to caress his chiseled jaw, but Francis slapped her hand away. He continued the torturous teasing of spanking her throbbing clit with his powerful rod.
“Francis…” Tracy pleaded.
She wanted… no…desperately needed him inside of her.
In a not so nice way, he complied. Francis placed his massive rod to the mouth of her hungry pussy and pushed inside of her without an ounce of mercy.
Tracy was unable to suppress the scream that escaped her throat. She was sure that her assistant, and everyone else within a fifty-foot
range, could hear her crying out. The size of him rendered her breathless. He was filling her from the very beginning to the very end of her core. Tracy was damn near delirious as he pulled and pushed into her, establishing dominion over her entire body.
Francis placed her legs on his shoulders and worked her over until a tear fell from her eye. The sound of his body slamming against her own echoed throughout her office. As she listened to forceful grunts emanating from Francis, Tracy realized that she was no longer concerned with anyone hearing. She was in a trance created by ecstasy.
Tracy held on tight to the edge of her desk as Francis rocked into her. Without warning, he grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying about the room. He pulled the cups of her bra under her breasts and leaned in, sucking her pebbled nipples into his mouth. As Francis fucked her, he alternated between licking, flicking, and sucking her hypersensitive nipples, quickly sending her over the edge.
“Gotdamn, Francis!” Tracy breathed. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Yessss. Cum all over my cock, bella.”
Francis’ encouragement seemed to push Tracy over that edge. She tensed, and she could feel body shaking uncontrollably.
And then…eruption.
Before she could stop herself, Tracy found herself howling her gratification. Francis pressed his mouth against hers and pushed his tongue between the seams of her lips, silencing her cries with his kiss. When Francis was satisfied that Tracy could control the volume of her pleasure, he flipped her over, bent her over her desk, and entered her again. Tracy gripped the edge of the desk as he pushed, balls deep, into her.
“Ohhhhh…fuuuck,” she moaned, a bit softer, aware that she was still at work.
Francis lifted her hips from the desk and placed a protective hand over her belly. With his other hand, he reached down and began to fondle her
As Francis worked her clit, Tracy knew that there was no hope of her lasting more than a minute. From behind, he was rocking the fuck out of her G-spot. The chase was over for Tracy. She was coming again.
“Aghhh, Fraaancis.”
Francis pushed with great force into her one last time, and Tracy could feel his dick jerk and throb as he hosed hot semen into her.
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