Loving The Temperamental Adonis
Chapter 290 - 28

Chapter 290: Chapter 28

In Zen, the city buzzed with afternoon activity as the summer sun asserted its presence. Cars filled the streets, their engines humming alongside the chatter of pedestrians bustling along the sidewalks.

The heated sunlight bathed the buildings in a bright glow, casting long shadows that stretched across the pavement. People hurried about their day some pausing to chat on street corners, others rushing into shops and offices.

The city’s rhythm pulsed under the clear blue sky, with occasional gusts of wind stirring leaves and lifting hats. And in one of the many skyscraper buildings in the city of Zen, one particular one stood out with a plaque that said "Zen Field Office."

Inside the building, the FBI office was spacious and filled with activity, with the sound of computers humming softly and agents talking quietly.

Behind a large desk sat Special Agent William "Will" Parker, who looked focused as he reviewed a file. Will, in his early thirties, had an authoritative presence and took his work seriously. His office, typical of the FBI, had digital screens showing surveillance feeds and shelves neatly stacked with case files, showing his dedication to his job.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and a young assistant rushed in, his breath hurried and eyes wide with urgency. Will’s blue eyes, already narrowed in concentration, flashed a disapproving look at the interruption.

"Sir Will, there has been a report about the murder of Alvin Thompson," the young assistant blurted out before Will could say anything. "A man called just now to say he can prove to us that Liam Thompson was responsible for murdering his stepbrother."

Will sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. Though an investigation into Alvin Thompson’s death had previously been inconclusive, the suspicion against Liam Thompson was well-known within the bureau. But without solid evidence, they couldn’t touch him, not after the Neil Wayner case had made authorities wary of premature arrests.

Furthermore, Liam Thompson wasn’t an ordinary man they’d just walked to and arrest because of some random stranger’s call. Will wasn’t ready to lose his job when things would turn out like Neil Wayner’s case.

"Who is the man who called? And what sort of evidence does this stranger claim to have against Liam Thompson?" Will demanded, his voice measured but edged with skepticism.

"He didn’t give his identity, but he sent this," the young assistant replied, handing over an iPad. "I think you’ll want to see it yourself."

Will accepted the iPad with a resigned sigh. "One of these days, I’ll have to replace you for how you love to interrupt my breaks," he muttered good-naturedly, though the frustration lines on his forehead softened as he scrolled through the contents. Soon, his expression shifted from annoyance to genuine surprise and interest.

He looked up at the young assistant, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement and disbelief. "For the first time in ages, you’ve brought something meaningful. Send my team to Liam Thompson’s residence. We need him here at the office by tomorrow."

The young assistant beamed with delight at the rare praise from Will. But he sobered up upon hearing what his boss said. "Mr. Thompson is no longer in the city," he interjected, his expression serious. "Last I heard, he’s relocating to another country within a week."

Will’s frown deepened. "Where is he now?"

"I don’t know his current location, but the informant mentioned we could track him through Rayne Wallace."

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Standing on the balcony with his elbows propped on the wall, Liam watched the lights of a distant cruise ship sliding slowly northward as he waited for Rayne to finish dressing up so they could leave for the casino he’d promised to take her inside the hotel building.

After their first bout of lovemaking, they had gotten up to eat; then they had gone back to bed, made another crazy, intense love again, and fallen into a deep, exhausted slumber holding each other.

The sun had already set when he woke up with Rayne in his arms. He had felt utterly contented and totally relaxed lying there, and he still felt the same way now as he waited for her to finish getting ready.

In the past, whenever he took a woman to bed he never felt as contented as he felt now, he always had the urge to take another woman just so he could feel satisfied, but this time...

"I’m sorry I took so long," she said behind him, interrupting his thoughts.

Liam straightened and turned, his relaxed smile widening into an appreciative grin as he took in the sight of her.

Dressed in a short sleeve black bodycon knee-length dress that huged her body in the right places and emphasized her tiny waist, with a black sassy high heel, Rayna Wallace was a vision of lush curves, luminous skin, luxuriant hair, and smooth long, long legs.

His gaze riveted on her legs again, and Liam tipped his head back, grinning at his astonished reaction to what was, very possibly, the most beautiful pair of legs he’d ever seen.

"Are you grinning because I look nice, or because there’s something wrong with my dress?" she teased, but she sounded a little anxious and unsure.

"I’m smiling because I just realized you have gorgeous, sexy legs," Liam replied wryly, "and I never saw them before."

"I was wearing both of them earlier," she deadpanned. "In fact, I clearly remember that they were attached to me when we were in bed."

"I was too close to get a full-length look when we were in bed." He winked at her.

She rolled her eyes and walked up to him and turned her back. "Would you pull my zipper up the last inch?" she asked, lifting her hair out of the way for him. "I can’t reach it."

Liam had performed that same service for other women countless times in the past, but as he looked down at Rayne’s exposed nape, there was an intimacy and pleasure associated with the simple act of pulling her zipper that surprised him.

As he located the tab of the zipper and slid it up, she joked with him about his reaction to her legs. "Let me guess," she said, "you’re one of those men who like legs, a leg man, right?"

Normally, Liam would have answered "yes" without hesitation or thought, but for some obscure reason, the question seemed all wrong, especially coming from her.

Curving his hands around her shoulder and waist from behind, he bent his head and kissed her cheek. "Let’s not have that conversation," he whispered.

Rayne slowly turned around and looked at him. He hadn’t answered the question for the same reason she’d instantly regretted asking it—she didn’t want to know what female body parts he liked the most.

In fact, right now, she wanted to think he was partial to her as a whole being. "Nice answer," she said, smiling into his eyes.

"I thought so, too." He grinned and then, without warning, leaned down and captured her lips for a quick kiss that transformed into a hungry one. He knew he would never be able to get enough of her, and the more he kissed her, the more addictive she became. He liked kissing her; in fact, he liked her response to his kisses and touch.

She melted into his kiss like liquid and moaned into his mouth as he closed his teeth lightly on her bottom lip and used his tongue to soothe it. He smiled into the kiss as Rayne’s arms went around his neck and parted her lips for him. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth and stroked every inch of her as his hand went behind her to pull her more tightly to his rigid thighs.

Desire was beginning to rage and burn his blood to the extent that he was tempted to cancel their night outing and go back to bed with her, but he’d already promised to take her out tonight. Thus, he reluctantly tore his mouth from hers and grinned to himself when she moaned in protest and tried to kiss him again.

Using his thumb to caress her slightly swollen lips, he whispered, "That’s enough for now, little red." He pecked her lips one last time because he couldn’t help it, then wrapped his arm around her waist and began to lead her towards the door before he changed his mind about going to the casino.