Lib Novel Page 61
“What does that mean?” Seth asks.
“Mr. Alan has been out of the country for the past six months on sabbatical. He returned a few days ago. Which is why the drinks hit him so hard last night, alcohol combined with jet lag. It’s no excuse for what he did to you though, ma’am.”
Coop holds Madison’s hand on the table.
Bill clears his throat. “The texts and videos came from within the country. That doesn’t rule out an accomplice. We’ll hold him on the sexual assault charges while we look into it. We don’t think stalking charges would stick.”
“Does that mean the stalker is still out there?” Madison’s voice trembles.
“Honestly, we don’t know, ma’am.” Bill leans back in his chair and looks over all of us. “We’ll do what we can to see if we can pin any of this on him.”
“Let us know if you need anything from us.” I glance over at Madison. She’s pale and her lip trembles a little.
“Keep us informed if the stalker contacts you again.”
“Of course.”
Bill takes our statements. Mostly Madison’s and Patrick’s. Patrick leaves after his interview. His kids have stuff today.
When we head back to the office, everyone is quiet. We thought we caught him, but it’s possible that whoever is after Madison is still out there. Not to mention Jeff and Val. They might never reemerge from the underground. If we’re lucky, they’ll run into other trouble that keeps them out of our lives permanently.
Once we’re in the office, everyone returns to work. Something still feels off about the whole situation, but I’m not sure what it is.
A movement in my doorway draws my attention. Madison stands there with her hand holding her elbow, looking so uncertain.
“Do you need something?”
She walks in and glances at the door. “Do you mind?”
She gestures to the door. I nod and she closes it before stepping up to my desk.
“I can’t focus.” She drops her gaze to my desk. “My mind keeps spinning.”
Her eyes lift to mine and my cock twitches.
“Do you need me to help you?” I ask carefully. She may just need someone to talk to, but…
“When you spanked me in the apartment, it helped me gain focus.” She bites her lip as I stand.
Fuck. This is something that will help clear my mind too. “Come here.”
She walks around my desk to me.
“Hands on the desk.” I reach in my drawer and retrieve a leather paddle.
She leans over in front of me, pushing her hips out and spreading her legs. I trail my hand over her ass, and she shivers beneath my touch.
“Ten blows shouldn’t be too much with your jeans on.” I grip her ass and she presses her head on the desk. “No crying out. The only thing I want to hear from you is counting.”
“Yes, sir.”
I run my hand under her shirt, touching her warm skin. She sighs.
“Ready to count, tiger?” I fix my grip on the paddle.
“Yes, sir.”
Aiming for the fleshy part of her ass, I land the first strike.