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CHLOE LAY IN HER BED staring up at the ceiling. She watched as the ceiling fan blades spun round and round. She threw the covers off her heated body.
For the last three hours, she has done nothing but toss and turn in her bed. Sleep eluded her tonight. If she didn’t get some rest soon, she would be utterly useless in the morning.
If she couldn’t come up with a story in the morning, the newspaper editor would fire her on the spot. She was slowly starting to understand the way Detective Landry thought. She wondered if she showed up on his doorstep again if he would ravage her body. She could still remember the way he smelled, completely masculine and sexy. Chloe rolled over to her side and clutched the pillow tight against her. It had been a while since she felt this alive from a man. She seldom let any man get close to her after she had her heart broken. She found it difficult to trust a man ever since she was betrayed. She shouldn’t hold it against him. Being unfaithful and unable to keep promises was just in a man’s DNA. She didn’t need a man for money, she had enough of that, but she wanted to feel loved just once.
Chloe glanced around the room at everything money had bought her so far. So far no one had ever wondered how someone her age could afford to live the way she did. Most people just assumed her parents paid her way in life. Even her parents never questioned her extravagant spending. Maybe they believed she was in debt up to her ears, but everything was paid for. Over the years, she managed to build up quite a nice nest egg. She wondered what the good detective would say if he found out how she made her money. Would he look at her with disgust in his eyes?
She couldn’t seem to get the handsome detective out of her mind lately. Ever since she pushed her way into his house the other night, she had been reminded of just how lonely her bed had become.
Her restless movements finally woke up Junior, her toy Yorkie. He came over to shower her face with kisses. Chloe swooped him up in her arms and snuggled him for a few moments.
“Okay, boy, that’s enough. Go back to sleep.” She placed him back at the foot of the bed. He placed his head on his paws and looked up at her with sad eyes.
She ruffled the fur on his head and laid back down. As much as she adored her kisses from Junior, that wasn’t the kind of kisses she wished for. Landry’s image surfaced one more time. She envisioned him lying beside her, all six foot plus of him. She couldn’t stop thinking about feeling his taut body and luscious lips against her body. Her thoughts started to have a very carnal nature.
Chloe tossed back to her side. She was so pathetic. The man didn’t even like her, and all she could think about was having sex with him. He was not the kind of man she needed in her life. The man could be rude, arrogant and downright wretched.
Kicking back the covers, she gave up on sleep and headed to her computer. She may as well do some research on Black Widow murders. She knew over the years there have been women who murdered their lovers in cold blood. She speculated if that was what was happening here.
After an hour of searching, she found several recent cases of women killing their husbands with poison. None of the cases were similar to those happening here, but it did prove she was on to something. These cases also gave her an idea on what she wanted to write about for her next story. She began writing since sleep seemed to be so elusive. Three hours later, she had her story complete and sent it off to the editor for review.