Rich grabbed Angel by the throat, forcing her onto her back on the bed. Even if he couldn’t help her out of this mess, a familiar face was something she could settle for. Indian hot sex “How old are you, Angel?”
Angel glared at the man, “I told you, I don’t know,” she practically hissed. “I just think you deserve some relaxing time,” she kissed him again. It would take time to block out the memories of her fight with Rich, or at least until she could close her eyes and not relive the argument over agin. Getting off her sore feet was a relief but the weight of Rich’s cold shoulder was almost unbearable. She felt a hand on her hip, and she couldn’t stifle the flinch that was habit at being touched. Neither of them had acknowledged her as she shut the door. Rich turned away from Angel, “where were you picked up?”
“My usual spot.”
Rich was quiet a moment before mumbling, “you’ll stay at the PD until we can get you on a new track.” He put a hand on Diamond’s knee gently, turning his attention towards her, “baby, call Riggs tonight, ask him if she can cousin up.”
Angel’s jaw clenched.
