Page 5 of Matlock
A knock on the wall had Keys sticking his head past the curtain. He handed me the bag and nodded before he ducked back out and left.
“Will Simon be ready to make a statement this afternoon?”
“Yes.”
I sent an angry glare at Simon when he opened his mouth to answer. He snapped his mouth shut and glared back.
“Then I will take these”—he held up the bag of clothing—“and see you later today.” He slipped out of the room, and I was about to move closer to Simon when Sally came back in.
“I need to look at your cut, Simon. Then you can shower if you want.”
“He can shower at home,” I snapped.
Sally and Simon both turned to look at me. I knew I was drawing her attention by acting like an asshole. But I needed to get Simon out of here. I wanted to know what happened. I wanted to hold him in my arms, and I wanted to fucking kiss him.
As soon as I’d gotten the call from him, I knew it had to do with Sadie’s boyfriend Alan. When I walked into the station and saw him covered in blood, I lost my shit.
Never in my life had I been so fucking scared. Seeing all that blood on him, not knowing if he was hurt. The only thing holding me together was knowing that Alan fucking Sanders would never touch Simon or Sadie again.
I pulled into the driveway at Simon’s house and followed him inside. If he were surprised by my actions, he didn’t let on. We entered the house through the side door that led into the kitchen.
I’d never been to Simon’s house. There was no valid reason for me to be here, so I couldn’t take the risk.
Until now.
Now I had a fucking reason to be here.
He dropped the small bag Sally had given him to hold his wallet and keys on the counter and walked down the hall with me following behind him. He stopped in front of his door and turned to look at me.
“What are you doing?”
“We need to talk, Simon.”
“Go sit down, and after I shower, we’ll talk.”
Staring into his eyes, I saw the question he wouldn’t ask. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to follow him into the shower and fuck him while the water rained down on us.
Instead, I took a step back and nodded. I didn’t miss thedisappointment on his face, despite his trying to hide it. I spun around and walked back to the kitchen. It was the right call to make. Simon was a client now. I didn’t fuck my clients, no matter how much I fucking wanted him.
I sat down at the table and waited for him. The sound of the running water down the hall had my cock thickening. I closed my eyes and groaned, reciting tax law in my head as I willed my cock to soften.
I looked up when Simon entered the room, but my gaze hadn’t moved any further than his hips, and the outline of his cock in the grey sweatpants he was wearing. He cleared his throat, and my eyes traveled north to find him standing in front of me, his chest bare.
“Put on some fucking clothes, Simon.”
“No.”
He walked toward the kitchen, and I followed him.
“What the fuck did you say to me?”
“I said no,” he called over his shoulder. “This is my house. Be thankful I put the pants on at all, Tony.” He moved to the cabinet and pulled down two mugs. He filled the coffeemaker with water and turned it on. He turned to face me while the coffee percolated.
“What the fuck happened?”
“I went over there looking for Sadie, and he attacked me. I defended myself.”
I moved forward, pushing him against the counter with my body, and snarled, “Don’t fucking lie to me.”
