Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

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.

___________

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.

ran to the fallen suitcase, "You little fool, why are you so stupid? You can't even carry

like that.

sorry." Emma

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

heard enough. "Sharon, let's be grateful that no one was hurt." I walked over

hurt! That stupid ass maid

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.

you dare defend

handed her the suitcase. "Carry it

as if I had just

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

long had they been carrying stuff upstairs? They shouldn't even be lifting

movers?" I asked Sharon as I watched

"I sent them away."

were the ones who

when we've got two

"Sharon, I don't want the maids doing things like

so shallow."

attitude of yours. And don't ever think you'll take advantage of those maids, they're

the suitcase from her again and carried it up myself.

________

knocking on Emma's

disturb you, but I need a cup of coffee." I didn't really

wrapped in a bath towel. "Can you give me

time," I smirked as I envisioned what I wanted to do