Find Me Alastar

“Emerson,” Deirdre whispers. “They are waiting for you.” I frown. Oh shit, that’s right. The police

are here for me.

“I got to go, babe. Love you.”

“What do you want me to cook for dinner?” he asks.

I notice Mark come out of the conference room looking for me. Oh shit.

“Your dick. I got to go. See you at five.” I hang up in a rush and stand and make my way to the

conference room.

Knock knock.

“Come in,” Mark calls.

I smile nervously at the two gentlemen sitting down while Mark stands. “Emerson, this is Detective

Trout and Detective Michaels.” These are different officers than I met the other day.

“Hello.” I shake their hands.

The taller officer puts his hand out to the chair. “Please, take a seat.”

“Thank you.” I fall nervously into the chair.

“We understand that you have come across some suspicious activity in your time here.”

“Yes.”

“We have been through the case and it does seem to have a link. You are correct in your findings and

have done the right thing by reporting it. Mark mentioned you were worried that you hadn’t done the right

thing.”

I take a glance at Mark and he smiles reassuringly.

“Oh, that’s good. The other officers put my mind at ease the other day. I was worried I was imagining

this whole thing.”

The taller officer shakes his head. “No. There is a definite link and there are real crimes going on

here, as well as in other auction houses.”

I smile nervously.

“We will be contacting the people who have been robbed and getting statements and going back

through the cases. We may need to call on you for more information if needed.”

I nod. “Of course.”

“In the meantime, I want you to keep an eye on the activity around the office and see if you notice

anything suspicious.”

My eyes widen and I look at Mark again.

“I really don’t think it is an inside job,” Mark replies.

“Probably not, but we just wanted to personally thank Emerson for her help with the matter.”

The officer shakes my hand. “Well done, Emerson. Good work.” I smile proudly.

“Thank you for coming.” Mark shakes their hands.

“Emerson, remember, not a word to anyone or you could jeopardize the whole case.”

I nod. “Yes, of course. Goodbye.”

The officers leave and I turn to Mark. “Well done, Emerson. I’m glad you came to me. We will catch

this thief.” He smirks and throws me a conceited wink.

I smile, relieved. “Thank you.”

He stands with his hands in his pockets and his eyes hold mine. He’s waiting for me to say something.

“Mark, I want us to be friends. I’m sorry about the whole Alastar thing. I didn’t mean to meet him.

Sometimes things are out of our control. Your friendship means a lot to me, though.”

He smiles his first genuine smile he has given me in weeks. “I would like that too, Em.”

I point to the door. “I better get back to work.”

He smiles as he opens the door for me. “Please.”

I leave the office and I want to jump in the air in excitement. I feel like I have really accomplished

something.

This is a big week of change in my life.

The warmth of the fire dances on my face and I struggle to keep my eyes open. It’s unimaginable doing

anything else on a night now.

He picks me up from our corner at five and we kiss like long lost lovers who are desperate to see

each other. We go home, drink wine, talk and laugh about our day as my Twinkle star cooks us dinner.

We shower or take a long hot bath together, and then make love in front of the fire on a mattress on the

bedroom floor.

I smile. At first the mattress on the floor would annoy Alastar. He would pack it up every day becauseContent is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

he likes things in order and neat. But I have noticed that for the last two days, he has simply made the bed

on the floor. It now has its own permanent, soft woolen blankets and plush pillows. I think he loves our

fire time as much as I do and I can’t imagine us not doing this anymore. We are naked and under the

blankets. Alastar’s body is spooning me from behind, and his head is hitched up on pillows while his

hand roams adoringly over my naked body as we bask in our lovemaking afterglow. I smile sleepily as he

kisses my cheek.

“I need to buy a wedding dress,” I murmur sleepily.

“Hmm,” he moans into my neck. “Just wear anything. It doesn’t matter to me. It’s only us.”

“Does it bother you that it is only going to be us?” I ask.