I did as I was told. Sort of. 

I became immersed in the wedding world, looking at dresses and hairstyles. I didn't know there was so much to choose from. 

Emma told me I would look pretty in a sleeveless gown that had a skirt that flared at the bottom.

A few of my family members even said that with my auburn hair, I could get away with a colored dress which was rare, but not unheard of. 

I didn't want a Christian wedding, I already knew that. I wasn't one for grand celebrations. I needed something casual, more calm. 

As I flicked through several magazines, I saw that there were receptions that were held outdoors, with many different variations of religions. 

My most favorite were the viking traditions. I would have to see Hero's opinion on that. 

Unbeknownst to him while he was doing his best to figure out all the ransom business, I searched all I could on another sex tape incident.

Much to my displeasure, there wasn't any clear lead. Not any court documents, no videos, nor any news articles.

It seemed my tape had made it global though. 

Virginal and unsuspecting. 

That was how TMZ decided to describe me. I was not a virgin. The tape that had been sent was a small town matter anyway. 

How had a disgrace like TMZ get their hands on it? 

The important thing was that the cops had declared it as a sealed case. 

I knew it was risky, but I visited the college campus again, asking around for a Rose MC, not that I thought it would get me anywhere. It was simply an email. 

I wasn't kind in the way I presented her. I included how I suspected her and Hero to have had a tumultuous past together, but most people didn't know who Rose was. It was like she didn't exist. 

My answer was soon found in a facetime Hero and this Rose did. I studied carefully and if I had given up early, I wouldn't have noticed the woolen sweater on a high shelf. 

In grainy letters it read; Anchorage School. 

Wait. What? That couldn't mean Anchorage in Alaska. Did he go to school in Alaska? 

Being me, I wasn't about to leave any stone unturned. If Hero had gone to school in Alaska, it would have been around 2016. That was the only appropriate age I guessed he would have started his escapades. 

Online, I found an old copy of a yearbook. I was probably reaching, but it was better than nothing. 

When I returned to work, I decided to quit worrying at least until the book arrived. There were more important things to fret over. 

Despite everything, I wanted to help Dorinda figure out who was holding her to a ransom. Why now? 

In the middle of my day, I recieved a knock on my door. I expected to see Cole, though it wasn't. 

Hero stood on the threshold, leaning against the frame like some perfectly etched picture. 

Oh, he didn't know that I'd been asking around did he? 

"Hero... what are you doing here?" 

He smirked, walking over to my desk. 

"What, I can't visit you?" 

I shook my head adamantly.

"No, it's not that. I'm glad to see you. It's just... my days barely begun. How's Dorinda doing? Have you found who's threatening her?"
 
He leaned on my desk, his knuckles pure white. Yes. He was frustrated. 

"No, we haven't. She hired a private investigator. Whoever is threatening her is smart and has definitely done this more than once. It isn't a disgruntled customer. It has to have been in her inner circle."

I bit my lip in consternation. 

"That's so strange. Your mother doesn't seem the type to befriend much people." 

Hero shrugged. 

"You'd be surprised. Babe?"

I looked up warily. 

"Yes?" 

"You said Josephine works in the treasurers office, correct?" 

I nodded, not quite sure where he was going with this. 

"Yeah." 

"And there's a printer?" 

I expelled a long breath at his obtuse questions. 

"Um..." 

He leaned in close.

"I want to fuck you in the treasurers office, Kristina. There's just something so hot about a quickie so close in earshot of your boss." 

Oh God. Why was he always so greedy for the risk?

He was right. Tawnee's office wasn't too far. With a dryness in my mouth, I took his hand. 

When we made it to the front desk where Brendan sat, I let go as if to not raise suspicion. 

"Thank you, Miss. Addison!" Hero shouted in a professional manner, though it fell flat. "I just need to photocopy these for my business downtown." 

I was barely able to contain my excitement as we rushed to Josephine's door. I was sure I'd let out a squeal past Brendan's prying eyes. 

As Hero twisted the doorknob, he held a finger to his mouth.

"You'll need to be quiet." He whispered. "I'm going to fuck the ever living hell out of you." 

I sucked in a breath, taking aback by his dirty words. He locked the door, eyeing the room, as did I. Shame on Jo. The office was a complete wreck with papers littering the counters and desks.
 
It was in complete disarray. 

"Perfect." Hero growled.

I gasped. "What?" 

He caressed my smooth face, eyeing me intensely. 

"We're going to make a mess on these documents. Wrap your legs around me. This mini skirt is doing so much for those sexy thighs."

Not wasting any time, I latched my arms around his neck, allowing him to grip my legs. Like some carnal animal, he slammed me down on the counter, causing the cupboards to rattle. 

Fuck. 

I tried looking around, but Hero took ahold of my delicate chin. 

"Eyes on me, baby." 

He lifted the thin material of my skirt, revealing the expanse of my thighs. The hickeys were still present though they had begun to fade. 

He kissed his way along the reddened trail, admiring every inch of me. 

"I like this." He murmured. "It means you're mine."

When he reached my cotton panties, he fingered them softly, making me jump in anticipation. They were soaked. I wanted him already. 

"You won't need this," he began, "but I can make this so good for you." 

Taking one long finger, he massaged the material, brushing against me. I arched my hips, causing him to press against my entrance. I pulsated from his demanding touch. 

Using two fingers now, he pushed against the cotton, rubbing against the walls of my vagina, circling tantalizingly slow. 

Somehow the cotton seemed to make me more sensitive than ever as it brushed against my G-spot. 

"Is this what you want?" Hero taunted, pulling down his zipper. 

"Yes," I managed to choke out, levering up on the counter to ease my torture. 

Before I could make sense of what was going on, he'd pulled out his throbbing member, lining it at my entrance. 

Yes. This was it. I splayed my legs apart, feeling the heat from him as he drew closer. This is what I needed with everything going on. 

In this moment, he was mine and I was his- 

"Hello?" 

A rap sounded on the door of the office causing both me and Hero to jump to our feet. My wanton feelings seemed to have dissipated as well as Hero's. He pulled up his fly, breathing heavily. 

"Tawnee." I called out. "I'm just in here with a client making some photocopy's!" 

I was worried for a moment that she might try the handle until she asked me something else. 

"Which one?" 

I slapped my face, not seeing this one coming. 

"It's Hero. Um... he's coming from his mother's firm..." 

Crap. 

Unexpectedly, Tawnee seemed to have bought this. In a more cheery voice, she began receding down the hall. 

"All right! Thank you dear!" 

Hero sighed heavily. 

"Rain check?" 

Surprise.

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