The flat was covered in mess. Bed sheets covering the floor, piles of paper leaning slightly on their sides. The curtains completely closed, the dim glow of the daylight behind it. He turned his head slightly to look at the woman next to him. She had long bleach blonde hair and was lying on her stomach.
“You can take a picture it lasts longer…” Her voice was soft but had a rough edge to it.
“I would if I wanted too. Now here’s the deal… you, are going to leave now. We will pretend this never happened and you shall go back to teaching.”
She laughed shortly.
“I’ve got work to get through so I will see you later.”
He smiled to her quickly, he climbed out of bed picking his boxers, t-shirt and trousers off the floor.
“You have five minutes to get out of my flat.”
He took the towel off the bathroom door hanger. Switching on the shower onto the hottest temperature he stuck his head around the door.
She raised an eyebrow.
“What will you do Detective Inspector?”
He smiled to himself watching as she stood up, the duvet wrapped around her.
“Will you… handcuff me?”
His smile turned into a smirk as she stood in front of him.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
She kissed him lightly, dropping the towel as she wrapped her arms around him.
“I would but I did that last night, so… you will be leaving my house right now.”
She sighed walking back over to the bed slipping on the clothes she had worn the night before.
“Oh and… thanks for last night.”
She rolled her eyes exiting the flat as he climbed in. Five minutes later he finished the shower getting out as the knock sounded at the door.
“I’ll be there in a minute!”
He shouted, slipping on his silver suit. He strapped the black Armani watch onto his wrist opening the door.
“Yes what is…?”
“Detective Inspector Kenny Benkham?”
He nodded running a hand through his jet black hair, her dark blue eyes connecting with his grey one’s.
She pointed to her eyes taking in his surprised expression.
She smiled pushing past him into the flat.
“I would’ve thought that Detective Inspectors have a tidier home, though… because of your record I’d say you’re more concerned about women.”
She pointed to the lace thong lying on the floor. He cursed under his breath and picked it up. He threw into the washing basket and made a mental note to give it her back.
“That was my… friends.” He paused, “Now may I ask who you are Madamemoiselle?”
She sighed moving folders off the medium sized desk at the back of his other room.
“My name is not your concern Detective inspector, what is though is why I’m here.”
He looked at her, his expression one of pure curiosity. He closed the door walking towards her as she put her hand out to stop him.
“I don’t want you near me, I know of your ‘track record’ and frankly I hate it. Now why I’m here… I’m sorry is there a problem?”
“No, no problem.”
She smiled, nodding and looking at the pile of folders in her arms. She passed him one of them.
He opened the file taking the picture out of the old fireman.
“I don’t understand why this file was given to me…it says he committed suicide.”
The woman in front of him smirked.
“I’m sorry will you tell me the information that you obviously have kept from me?”
“Detective Inspector Kenny Benkham…where would the fun be in that?”
He sighed in a frustrated manner.
“The second reason I didn’t want you anywhere near me… was because of that.”
She pointed at what she meant, Kenny going a dark shade of red as he realised she was pointing to the evident erection.
“Goodbye Detective inspector.”
She turned around opening the door as she smiled to herself. Turning to face him again she added.
“Also I would sort that out if I were you. Good day sir.”
She smiled once more leaving the room.
“I don’t know how that happened.”
He mumbled to himself as he shook his head looking at the problem.