Hot Coffee (The Hollens) novel Chapter 18

Ethan's POV

Why couldn't I just keep my hands off her?

I'd rushed after her as she ran out of the kitchen, looking sad and scared. I'd followed her directly to her bedroom, forgetting about everyone else. When I kissed her she'd stopped me before it escalated any further.

What she said made sense. I was engaged to another woman and there were police officers in the house conducting an investigation. Any of them could request my presence at any moment. And there she was, laying on the bed with me hovering over her like my prey. 

I got up, straightened my clothes and left her room. I had to put that to the back of my mind, for now, but I was becoming crazy about her, having dreams and fantasies about her. God, I wanted her. To have and to hold.

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One week later, Halley was in much better health and had recovered wonderfully. The NYPD, along with Detective Sam, tracked down the two culprits and had already stuck them behind bars. They explained that they had bought the drugs from a Colombian and decided to use it on a bunch of the girls at Matt's birthday party. Halley had gotten an overdose because those fools had no idea what the hell they were doing. Her body reacted to the foreign substance differently and turned it into a poison in her blood stream. It drug was Liquid XXS, one of the most dangerous and effective drugs in the world; it could knock out an elephant. 

I left the office at around 6:00 p.m. I headed straight home to make sure the ladies were alright. When I got in the living room there were suitcases and boxes everywhere. Emma and Halley were descending from the stairs, looking tired and drained as Sharon was sipping on a glass of wine at the dining table.

"What's going on here?" I asked.

She looked up at me with her puppy dog eyes. "Oh darling, you're home. I've missed you," she hugged me; I didn't respond. 

Oh shit, in the Bahamas I did told her she could move in. Was she doing that right now?  "You're moving in already?" I asked.

"Yes."

Damn it. 

A stumble woke me from my thoughts. We rushed to the stairs. A suitcase had slipped from Emma and toppled over.

Thank goodness. I thought someone had fallen.

"What the hell!" Sharon screamed as she ran to the fallen suitcase, "You little fool, why are you so stupid? You can't even carry a damn suitcase!"

How disrespectful of her to talk to Emma like that. Emma was my maid, not hers.

"I'm sorry." Emma apologized.

"Take your sorry and shove it up your white with black mixed ass!" Sharon rudely and quickly responded.

I'd heard enough. "Sharon, let's be grateful that no one was hurt." I walked over and held the suitcase.

"My suitcase was hurt! That stupid ass maid of yours."

"I can't have you talking to my employees like that. You've crossed the damn line! How can you insult someone over a damn suitcase? Your suitcase isn't alive Sharon." 'dI reached a boiling point; I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Ethan, don't you dare defend her stupidity."

"Stupidity? Okay, here you are," I handed her the suitcase. "Carry it yourself!"

She looked at me as if I had just spoken a foreign language.

"Emma, Halley, you're relieved from your duties," I said to them as they wiped traces of sweat from their faces.

How long had they been carrying stuff upstairs? They shouldn't even be lifting anything. That was the movers job.

"Where are the movers?" I asked Sharon as I watched her struggle with the suitcase.