"I haven't been up to anything to make me forget about you," he said."Well that's sweet, but you know you don't want to be seen with a cop," I said."N..., but we could always meet at one of those motels far enough away to save both our reputations." he suggested."Sure but why. I have paid you off Monk. If I owed you anything, I would be more than happy to pay you. You know that is true." I said."Yes Sylvia, I know you pay your debt." he said."That's a good thing for you to know, because it is. Ramon asked me if I would like a drink. I accepted but left the choice up to him."I think the occasion calls for Champagne," he declared. As he went to the kitchen to get a bottle from the fridge, he said, "By the way, there is a phone over there in case you want to make a call."A call? - Christ! His remark brought me down to earth. I was in Paris, it was nearly ten and my father had told me to be home by eleven at the latest. 'Making passionate love all night long' would take much longer than. He watched, leaning against the bedroom door jam, as she got on all fours and poked around in the bottom of the closet, hunting for her black pumps. He said, "Shit Kat! Hurry it up!"She looked back over her shoulder at him, "You aren't even dressed."By the time she'd slipped on her shoes, found her laptop, packed it and her work in its bag, he was of course dressed and waiting by the front door."You have no trouble finding things," she'd said.After they'd climbed out of his car in the office. ” I bound her hands together and it left her back arched, pushing those deliciously perfect breasts up. We had been making out for about an hour and we were in nothing but our bras and panties. Giving her a wink I sashayed to my iPod dock to press play. I’m normally too shy to dance in a club full of people, let alone one on one. I straightened my back and took a deep, calming breath, allowing the smooth horns of, ‘I’ll Take Care of You’ by Etta James wash over me. Her succulent voice filled.