The Deal Maker chapter 7

 The Deal Maker

Chapter 7

"Who are you working for, Claire? Who the fuck are you really?" I whispered, letting the words linger, my fingers grazing the edge of her jaw before I kissed her lovely lips...

There was a flicker of something, fear? Amusement? passing through her green eyes. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by that same smile she always wore when she was playing a game. She tilted her head slightly, her lips almost brushing against my jaw.

"Now, why would you ask me something like that Boss?"

I didn't move, didn't break eye contact. My fingers still rested lightly on her thigh, just beneath the hem of her hospital gown, wetness inches from my fingers, the heat of her skin seeping through the thin fabric.

"Because something doesn't add up."

She chuckled softly, but there was an edge to it. "You just bribed a doctor to put me in a full leg cast for six weeks. And you're questioning me?"

My eyes locked onto hers, unwavering. I could feel the sexual tension building between us, the air thick with anticipation.

"I'm not questioning you, Claire. I'm warning you. You see, I have a few...investments, in certain individuals, and I have reason to believe you're not who you say you are." My fingers danced along her vagina, sending shivers down her spine.

"I think you're getting a little too worked up over nothing, Boss." She tried to sound casual, but I could sense the faintest tremble in her words while I slid one finger inside her....

Dr. Reynolds nervously scribbled a note on the chart after what he witnessed. "I'll send the nurse in to prep you for casting." I watched as Claire shifted in her seat, her fingers trailing absently over the curve of her knee.

Six weeks.

I had just made a very, very satisfying deal.

Claire was on the casting table, her long leg stretched out as the nurse prepped the materials. The bright red fibreglass that Claire chose sat on the tray beside her, waiting to be wrapped around her delicate, injured limb. I sat close, closer than necessary, watching every careful movement as the nurse lifted Claire's leg. The way her toes curled slightly, the way her muscles tensed when they positioned her just right.

First, the soft stockinette slid up, covering her foot and stretching all the way up to her thigh. Claire reacted when the cool padding followed, layer upon layer wrapping snugly around her calf, her knee, her upper thigh. Then came the fibreglass.

The first strip of casting material was moistened and rolled gently around her ankle, the material stiffening slowly. I watched, captivated, as her sleek, toned leg, a sight I'd come to admire, slowly disappeared under the layers. The doctor worked meticulously, his hands shaping the material around the delicate arch of her foot, locking it into a perfect, immobile position at a precise 90-degree angle.

Her long, graceful leg, once so fluid and free, was now in something equally mesmerizing. The perfect red cast followed her every contour, as if it were an artist's creation. I couldn't look away as the doctor continued, layer by layer, wrapping her leg in a vibrant, deep red cast. The color was striking, bold yet elegant, like the woman herself I had to admit regarding if she was in my office for my downfall.

As the final strip was smoothed into place, the transformation was complete. Her leg, once a vision of natural strength, was now wrapped in that stunning red cast. The sensuality of it was undeniable, the way it hugged her form, the way it seemed to accentuate her femininity rather than diminish it. Her injury made her even more sexy.

Claire exhaled slowly when the nurse left, her head tilting toward me. "Happy now?"

I dragged my gaze up her body, taking in the way the red cast gleamed under the fluorescent light. The way it followed the shape of her long leg, from toes to thigh, leaving her utterly dependent on those crutches because of the angle of the cast at her knee.

I leaned in, my voice a whisper meant only for her. "Ecstatic, you look perfect Miss Claire or whatever is your real name."

Later on that night, Claire had been resting on the couch, her full leg cast propped up on a stack of pillows, when a sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Dressed in nothing but a soft, fitted t-shirt and snug yoga pants, no bra and underwear, she shifted, feeling the cool fabric stretch over her round breasts while teasing her nipples. A long white sock covered the foot and lower leg portion of her cast, keeping her exposed toes war. She exhaled through her nose, already knowing who it was

Her friend and handler, Detective Vanessa Price.

With a quiet groan, Claire shifted forward, bracing her hands on the cushions. Moving was still a struggle. Her cast was long, heavy, awkward, and every movement sent dull throbs up her ankle and leg. She reached for her crutches, gripping them tightly as she moved herself upright.

A deep breath. Then another. And finally, she crutched her way toward the door, her leg cast was bent at the knee and it was impossible for her to put any weight on it so she had to rely on crutches full time.

Another knock, this time more insistent.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," she muttered under her breath, adjusting her grip on the crutches as she reached the door.

When she swung it open, Vanessa Price was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. Her sharp brown eyes flickered over Claire's body, lingering for a moment too long on the erected nipples.

"Well, look at you," Vanessa drawled, stepping inside without an invitation. She let the door swing shut behind her. "I leave you with a sprained ankle and you come back with a double fractured leg? Didn't take you for the damsel-in-distress type."

Claire rolled her eyes and hobbled back toward the couch, but she felt Vanessa's gaze trailing her. The way she watched every movement, the slight sway of Claire's hips, the way the fabric of her yoga pants stretched over the long cast.

"Are you enjoying the view?" Claire tossed over her shoulder.

"Immensely," Vanessa admitted, following her into the living room. "Never thought I'd see you like this so vulnerable."

Claire lowered herself back onto the couch, setting her crutches aside. "I'm not vulnerable. I'm sure it's not even broken"

Vanessa arched a brow, stepping closer. "Oh, really?" She let her fingers trail along the surface of the red cast, her touch deliberate. "Looks to me like you're stuck here, waiting for someone to take care of you."

"Cut to the chase, Vanessa, why are you here?"

Vanessa smiled and sat down beside her, she was close, too close. "You know why. Your little accident changes things. You're out of commission for a while, which means I need an update."

"No way, nothing's changed. I'm handling him. He's mine, I will get him to confess"

Vanessa's fingers trailed down Claire's cast again, slow, almost absentminded. "Doesn't look like you're handling much of anything right now." Her voice dipped lower, more intimate. "Tell me, Claire... does he know you're a cop?"

Claire swallowed hard, meeting Vanessa's gaze and lied. "No but I know he wont be able to resist me in this long red cast."

"Good." Vanessa's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Because I'd hate to see what he'd do if he found out who you really are." Looking at her friend's leg cast and sock covering her little toes.

The next morning, Claire sat on the edge of her sleek leather couch, her polished nails gliding over the smooth fabric of her black dress as she adjusted its hem. The black dress hugged her perfectly, sophisticated yet very seductive, its deep V-neck revealing just enough to tempt without giving too much away.

Her red cast was partially propped on the ottoman in front of her. She then reached for her crutches, their cool metal steadying her as she carefully stood into position. She was getting better at this, balancing elegance with necessity.

A soft knock at the door broke her focus.

The Deal Maker
Chapter 8 to come
K