Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

“You’re a good-looking woman, sugar. I’ve witnessed the way men look at you. The first time I saw you…” he began to say then snagged her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him, and he laid one palm over her left ass cheek while he cupped her hair and the base of her head with his other hand.

“It was a back view of your perfectly round ass. My cock got so hard, sugar, I could hardly speak. Then when you turned around, with those big brown eyes filled with fire and annoyance, I nearly grabbed you to spread you against the wall and devour your words with my mouth. So yeah, I’m still hung up on that touchy-feely attorney at the office and the dick that called you.”

She lowered herself to look him in the eye, and he kissed her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and devoured her moans as he explored her mouth.

His hands caressed her body underneath the shirt, and he pulled it up, releasing her lips while he disposed of the garment.

She in return grabbed his jeans, unbuttoned them, and reached inside to grab ahold of his cock.

“Get up,” he told her, and she stopped with her hand latched on to his penis.

“Get your ass in that bedroom, woman, or I’m gonna spank it.”

She seemed to absorb the intensity he must have shown in his expression then debated before bolting up and running toward her bedroom. He leaped over the couch and nearly caught her. She fell to the bed laughing as he ripped off his jeans then jumped onto the bed, grabbing her by the ankles and pulling her beneath him.

She squealed and laughed until he kissed her. It was a wild, hot, wet kiss that lasted only moments until he pressed his cock between her sweet, wet folds and sunk into her deep.

Her head tilted back, and her legs wrapped around him as he began to pump into her, imprinting his mark on her and knowing that with every stroke and every kiss he grew deeper and deeper in love with Mikayla.

She grabbed ahold of his hair, tugged, and caressed him as she rooted him on to go harder, move faster. He lifted up higher, pulling her legs up over his shoulders as he thrust into her channel. She screamed her release just as he felt himself reach the top then explode, pouring his seed into her womb.

He panted for breath, loving the feel of her in his arms and how wild and crazy she made him feel. They held one another, caressing and kissing exposed skin as they calmed their breathing.

Mikayla reached up and cupped his cheek.

“Stay with me tonight?” she whispered, and his heart soared.

“Whatever you want, sugar.”

Douglas left Mikayla’s house early so he could go home to change then head to work. He would meet her at his estate tonight.

Mikayla hurried to shower and get dressed. She was a few minutes late when she got to the office and saw Betty had the new agents looking over the paperwork and documents necessary before they were hired.

“Let me just run into my office to drop off these things. I have a light schedule and just have to show the Mastersons a few more houses at noontime.” Mikayla walked down the hallway and into her office. As soon as she opened the door, she knew that something wasn’t right.

She didn’t have to go all the way in to see that some things were left on her desk and the window was broken. Someone had burglarized her office.

“Betty, call the police immediately. Someone broke in here,” she called to her assistant. The expressions on her hopefully still-new employees did not look promising.

“Is it the same guy who made the calls to you? We should call Michael,” Betty stated firmly. She was calling Michael by his first name as if she had every right to do so. He had come to the office to get the phone calls on voice mail and talk with her. Had he also said to call him if anything happened? Her mind was thinking crazy thoughts as she dismissed the feelings of sophomoric jealousy and instead walked a little further into her office. She hoped that her files weren’t tampered with.

That’s when she saw the items on the desk. There was some really sexy, red underwear with garter belts attached, some rope, and some other items she couldn’t make out from the distance but didn’t want to chance destroying possible evidence. She stepped back and Betty had Michael on the phone.

Mikayla took the call from him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I just got here and saw that the window was broken and that someone broke in.”

“Don’t touch anything,” he commanded.

“He left stuff,” she whispered.

She guessed he hadn’t heard her when he stated firmly back at her, “What?”

“He left stuff. I can’t see everything, Michael. I didn’t want to contaminate possible evidence.”

“Good. Stay out of there and keep everyone out. I’ll be there with some people momentarily. The local police will be notified to remain outside until my arrival. Stay calm, sugar.”

Mikayla passed the phone back to Betty, and she told everyone that the police were on their way and to check to make sure no other windows were broken and that nothing else was tampered with. She knew there wouldn’t be. This asshole was messing with her.

About ten minutes later Pierre and Douglas entered her office. They were immediately at her side and looked like they would embrace her, but she turned her head away. She didn’t need her staff to know that she was involved with four men. They seemed to get the message, and Pierre looked pissed.

He took her hand and brought her closer.

“Michael is on his way. Are you okay?”

“Yes. It must have happened last night,” she told him.

“You were supposed to come back here last night after the closing? I was meeting you at your place?” Douglas asked.

She hadn’t thought about that. She could have walked in on the culprit or perhaps he had hoped she would have. Flashes of the red tiny panties and rope entered her mind. She covered her mouth, and the tears hit her eyes, but she quickly swallowed them.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Pierre asked, and he and Douglas pulled her to the side and out of earshot of the employees.

“The person left some things. I saw red panties and rope,” she told them, and they each looked mortified and then pissed off. Just then Michael and three other men entered the building. He immediately came by and touched her cheek, his only public show of affection.

“No one touched anything, right?” he asked, and she assured him that no one had touched a thing.

“Pierre, can you meet the detectives and police outside and inform them of the situation. Douglas, remain with Mikayla please.”

They each did what Michael stated. He was so commanding and in charge. She felt proud but also scared. What did the person responsible intend to do to her with the rope and what was in the other pile of things on the desk?

“Come sit down over here, Mikayla. The police are going to want to question you when they come in,” Douglas told her as he squeezed her hand.

* * * *

Michael was trying his hardest to remain calm as he and his agents along with the local detectives which he knew well looked over Mikayla’s office. He had to hide his emotions as they took photographs and gathered evidence on the desk and around the office. This wasn’t his case but he did oversee what the detectives did. He couldn’t believe that the culprit left panties, rope, some handcuffs, and other bondage materials on her desk. There were sketches and pictures of a woman with shoulder-length black hair tied up and spread open for a masked man’s enjoyment. The person responsible was trying to scare her. He had bad intentions, and Michael was sick to his stomach with concern.

He talked to the detectives to see if any similar events had taken place over the last several months and then to Deputy Leon Rue. He was friends with Eloi Lafont who showed up as soon as they heard that Mikayla had trouble at her place of business.

He could see Leon talking with Mikayla and Douglas.

* * * *

“I’m fine really, Leon. Thank you so much for responding,” Mikayla told him.

“You know I care about you and your sisters. Do you have any idea who would want to do this to you?” he asked.

She explained about the other night and then they made small talk about Orchidea and her sister Ellena. Mikayla knew that Ellena liked Leon and his three brothers. Mack, Troy, and Roy Rue were very edgy men. They were nice looking and had great jobs. Roy was a firefighter, Mack was an accountant, and Troy was an electrician. They were upstanding men but stubborn and set in their ways as Ellena would put it. Mikayla wouldn’t push her sister. She wouldn’t want them pushing her either. If it were meant to be, then it would happen.

They waited a good hour before things started to settle down and the local detectives gathered everything in evidence bags for forensics to handle. Michael appeared and spoke with Pierre first, who cursed then remained stiff with his hands by his side curled into fists. Betty was helping Mikayla to rearrange her afternoon schedule when she noticed Douglas looking just as angry and upset. She swallowed hard.
What else is left in my office to make them react like this?

* * * *

Michael asked Betty to help reschedule Mikayla’s afternoon appointments. Michael felt that Mikayla should not remain at work today until a full investigation took place.

“Absolutely not!” she argued with him until Pierre took her by the arm and led her into the meeting room. Michael and Douglas followed, closing the door behind them.

Michael was trying his hardest not to yell. Here Mikayla stood, looking so damn sexy and professional in her pale pink one-piece thigh-length dress and high-heel sandals with her shoulders exposed. The dress dipped slightly in the front, bunching so that anyone looking closely enough could see the cleavage of her abundant breasts. She had pearl earrings to match and a thin silver, barely visible chain holding one small white pearl in the center. She was classy, sophisticated, and their woman. Some fucked-up asshole left her disgusting pictures and items that exploited someone with such sophistication as Mikayla. It didn’t make sense. But after years of hundreds of cases, both he, his agents, and the local detectives knew this shouldn’t be taken lightly.

His brothers argued with her about leaving the office.

“You don’t seem to understand the seriousness of the situation, Mikayla,” Douglas began to explain.

“I understand that if I don’t work, I don’t get paid, Douglas.”

Michael stepped forward and stared at her intensely. Even in the heels she was shorter than the three of them. That in itself should have been intimidating.

“You will go home with Pierre or Douglas until we come up with some kind of plan for security for you,” Michael stated.

Mikayla opened her mouth to argue then swallowed hard.

“What was left in my office for me to see, Michael?”

He hadn’t expected that at the moment. Maybe later, after the fright of the situation died down, but not now when he was trying so hard to remain calm.

“We’ll talk about it later. Right now you will listen to what we have to say and do as your told.”

“Do as I’m told?” she countered and was about to argue more when Pierre grabbed her and pulled her against him.

“You agreed to our rules. The rules that state we will protect you in every way we can if you are in danger or we feel necessary. If you defy us, Mikayla, there will be significant consequences.”

“That’s different. I didn’t think you meant to control me and rule my life,” she countered.

Pierre held her firmly against him. She held on to his forearms and tried to resist his pull.

“It’s not different. Our commitment to you and yours to all of us is to abide by the rules we set, and we see fit to protect you from possible harm.”

“I will not let some asshole ruin my life and my business and scare me like this. I won’t allow it,” she stated as the tears filled her eyes.

Michael could tell she was indeed scared and trying to be brave. He moved next to her, and she looked right up at him.

“We’re not asking you to give in to his threats and acts of intimidation. We’re asking you to be smart about this, to not take unnecessary chances, Mikayla. We don’t know yet what and whom we’re dealing with. You have to trust my judgment,” Michael told her.

“Our judgment,” Douglas added, and Pierre agreed.

She exhaled in annoyance.

“So what? I have to hide and ruin my business, which is my livelihood, because of some sick game someone is playing?”

“Give me a couple of days to sort through this. Please, Mikayla. A couple of days?” he asked, hoping by then they would have a better plan and a security detail in motion for her protection.

“Fine, but just a few days,” she replied, and Pierre began to release her but then pulled her back against him and hugged her.

“Listen to Michael, sugar. Please don’t be stubborn now. He knows what he’s doing and we’re worried,” Pierre whispered, but Michael and Douglas heard him. Michael glanced at Douglas who appeared on edge and antsy.

“Let’s make a plan for the next couple of days. Antoine will want in, too. He’s currently in surgery right now and we can’t reach him,” Douglas told them as Pierre kept an arm around Mikayla’s waist.