Chapter Two

Logan had just sunk down into her plush chair about to lift off the lid of the steamy hot coffee when the door swung open, and tall women dressed to the nines marched in, slamming the door behind her.

Silvery blonde hair was pulled high up tight from her face making her look fierce, her eyes showing the signs of having had surgery to lift them. They looked more feline now than they should. "You!"

"Excuse me," Logan replied, utterly confused with what was going on.

Meera rushed in behind the woman. "This is your appointment, Logan."

"Caroline Smiley." The woman arrogantly interrupted, thrusting her long thin arm into the air.

"Oh, thank you, Meera. I can handle the rest." Logan smiled at the secretary, reassuring her that she could leave. The mysterious woman named smiley asset smiley by nature, she grimaced as she took a handkerchief to wipe the chair at the other side of the desk.

"Can't be too careful these days." The woman said as she pulled out sanitizing wipes and rubbed them over her hands.

"Indeed." Logan stared at the woman, her hazel eyes boggling out of their sockets; it was the first time she had ever seen anyone do that. "So, sit down, please, and tell me what you need from me."

The woman hesitated as she grimaced down at the chair. "Has anyone died on this chair?"

"Err. No, never I bought it from Ikea, and I'm not sure they have a history of deaths in new chairs." Logan joked; it was an odd question she stored that away for later. Mrs. Smiley clearly had some issues, but whatever her concerns, she'd managed to get herself hitched, which was more than Logan was able to do.

The look of disgust that crossed the woman's eyes almost made Logan laugh, daintily she sat down, brushing the back of her skirt as she did. "It's my husband, Larry."

Of course, it is, can I ever get anything but a cheating spouse? Logan had discovered that when she left the police force's professionalism, she also left behind any meaty cases, and now all she took on were missing family pets or cheating spouses. She wanted something more challenging.

"He's become very distant towards me recently, no not recently, it's the last six months, and I am worried he is having an affair." Mrs. Smiley's eyes glistened with tears.

Logan leaned back in her chair, studying the women. "Okay. Well, what evidence do you have? Maybe life is getting on top of him. Bills, debts, and work. This doesn't have to mean he is having an affair. What else do you have?"

"He has scratches on his back."

"Maybe he fell into a rose bush." Logan shrugged.

Mrs. Smiley leveled the PI with a knowing look. "Please, we're both women of the world you know what I mean when I say scratches these are not the mark of a rose bush encounter."

"Okay, so you think some chick with long talons is going to town on him, what else do you have?"

The woman's face grew tight and red, anger flowing through her now she realized that the one person she had come to seek help from wasn't taking it seriously. "I came to you, Ms. Luther because I was told you are the best!" The lines around Mrs. Smiley's lips grew deeper. The very thought of another woman touching the man she had been married to for so long was enough to make her stomach churn.

Logan smiled smugly. "Oh, I am the best, but you see, if you've just used your insecurities to form a decision, then I'm going off on a wild goose chase, and we'll be both wasting each other's time." Logan left out the part that only the aggrieved woman would end up out of pocket with some serious explaining to her husband.

"I have not used my insecurities; I had none until he began going away on business trips and taking secret phone calls on his second secret phone."

Logan leaned forward on her chair. "Now we have something, did he tell you about the phone?"

Mrs. Smiley rolled her eyes. "Of course not, I found it. That's how I learned about his weekends away at this golf club."

"And you want me to follow him, make sure he's not doing the horizontal hula with some bimbo." Logan pursed her lips in contemplation. "You have yourself a PI, go home and act as though nothing ever happened here today, I'll contact you when I have the information."

"That is it?" The woman asked.

"It is until I contact you again, that is." Logan stood up, reaching her hand for the woman to take only the woman cringed. Logan had momentarily forgotten the woman's fastidious entrance moments before. "You can leave any details with Meena."

"Well," Meena questioned from the door.

"Her husband is definitely fucking Catwoman; we just have to find out who Catwoman is," Logan replied nonchalantly. It was harsh, but it was a reality that at this point, Logan was seasoned to extramarital affairs.

Meena's face grew grave. "Are you sure that's wise? What about last time?"

"It is not my fault one woefully distraught wife decided to go nuts, Meena." Logan shrugged; she did what she was paid to do once she'd passed along the information, it was no longer her business. What her client did afterward was not her business.

If the clients couldn't take the reality of what they already suspected to be accurate, then that was on them, not Logan.

"She stole a car Logan and mowed down her husband's mistress." Meena retorted.

"Again, it wasn't my fault. It was her sister, Meena. Their parents should have taught them better." Logan shrugged, picking up her cup of coffee and finally taking a big delicious gulp. Luckily it wasn't anywhere near cold yet edging towards lukewarm but not cold. "Or at least told them there was a point where they could share too much."

"You need to be more careful, Logan, that is my point," Meena warned.

"Fine, but I want to drink my coffee in peace, and when Liam gets in, send him my way. I need him to do some research on this Smiley dude and this golf clubhouse."

Meena shook her head as she closed the door leaving the younger woman to her caffeine delight.

Meena had long since given up the hope that Logan would become more organized; the only thing that had any kind of structure was the Pop figurines on her office shelf. Her most recent acquisition was an adorable doctor who no one was allowed to touch or even remove from the box.

Mrs. Francis, the cleaning lady, had to undergo extensively long lessons in what she could and couldn't do.

The secretary had not sat down when the door thrust open violently and in stormed a blast from the past, Logan's history of being exact.

As always, Logan never really tried very hard to avoid trouble. She seemed to embrace it, and Sadie Jansen had been nothing but trouble. This was why months after Logan ended things, the woman still tormented the offices.

Meena was deadened to the woman's theatrics now. "Ms. Jansen, what can I do for you?"

"Cut the crap, where is she?" The redhead demanded her green eyes lit with a fury Meena was used to by now.

"She's right in her office waiting for you." Meena grinned innocently; she was tired of making up stories so that Logan could dodge the unpleasant woman. This was Logan's mess, and Logan could deal with it.

"It bet she is." Sadie huffed as she strutted to the door, not waiting to knock, she opened it and haughtily walked inside.

"I'm just going to pick up some shopping; I'll be back in two hours," Meena called out, grabbing her handbag and keys; there were some occasions where it paid to get the hell out of the office and pretend it didn't exist.

For Meena, this morning was such a time.

Logan gasped at the suddenness of her door opening, almost throwing her Styrofoam cup of coffee and choking on the mouthful she had drunk. "Sadie, what are you doing here?"

The woman lifted a well-sculpted red eyebrow. "I'm wondering why my girlfriend hasn't returned my calls."

Girlfriend, wtf. "Oh yeah, that." Logan flustered as she struggled to decide whether she should put the cup down or use it as a weapon in her own self-defense. It was touch and go as Sadie prowled towards the desk, her long sleek legs gracefully moving eerily without sound. "I was going to text you about that…I just..err…I fell asleep and then I…I…I…had some trouble with a really troublesome ex, and then I had some issues with parking tickets."

"Excuses, all I hear are excuses," Sadie smirked.

"Very good ones." Logan pouted.

"You've been very naughty." Sadie purred, moving closer; her hands pressed against the desk as she maneuvered herself closer.

"I'm a lot of things," Logan replied as she stepped backward, almost tripping over a pair of her own boots that she'd left there weeks ago and forgot about. "Fucks sake!"

Sadie let out a burst of laughter, her already thin lips becoming thinner. "Oh, poor you, falling over yourself for me."

"Yeah, to get away, actually," Logan mumbled under her breath, she'd never been very good at ending things, and because Sadie was a complicated person to say no to. The redhead always had ways to put Logan off her intended goal, usually using sex, and Logan would never be strong enough to avoid the temptation of a beautiful, strong-willed redhead. Especially this one.

Sadie outmatched the caught off guard detective by moving around the other side of the desk and blocking Logan in, risking moving closer until their lips almost brushed against each other. "I've brought you a little gift." Her voice was as smooth as satin and thick and rich as honey.

"Oh, how nice … it..it's not my birthday, though." Logan shrugged, straining backward to escape.

"Who says gifts are only for birthdays?" Sadie's green eyes shone with mischief. "In fact, this gift you left at mine and I've been meaning to return to you, and I thought as I was passing by, I'd bring it to you." Sadie purred, dipping her hand into her handbag, which she had sat on the desk and pulling out the familiar purple dildo.

Logan's eyes grew wide. "Shit, I forgot about that, but really you should have just thrown it, thanks for the gesture, though."

"I hope you're not getting shy on me, Logan; do you remember the time we christened your office?" Sadie asked, her eyes drifting to Logan's lips.

Logan blushed, she did remember, and that was the problem.

"You weren't so shy then, were you?" Sadie asked, letting her hand wander down Logan's shirt to her pants, slowly undoing the zipper. "You know you want to, just do it, we'll both have fun."

Logan's gaze shifted to the door.

"She's gone out." Sadie smiled, moving her hand lower.

Logan caved as Sadie knew she would, wrapping her arms around Sadie as she held her tight as they kissed, her arms wrapping around her waist and pressing their bodies closer, eliciting a groan from the red-haired woman. Never breaking their kiss, Logan pulled Sadie to sit on the desk.

The raw wood was harsh against Sadie's back as Logan lay over her kissing her deeply, then slipping her shirt off and exposing her black, lacey bra. "You went with the sexy lace, huh?" Logan smirked.

"Of course," Sadie replied. "I know what your favorite things are."

Logan pulled the straps of Sadie's bra off her shoulders and kissed her collar bone. Then the PI unhooked the black bra and pulled it off her, revealing firm, full breasts with hard pink nipples. "They're always pleased to see me." Logan grinned.

"They are in awe of your humbleness." Sadie chuckled breathlessly.

"Yes, Ma'am," Logan replied just before she hungrily took one into her mouth and sucked it gently, caressing the other. Sadie inhaled sharply as her lover's teeth bit a little too hard. Logan's mouth found her other nipple and suckled from it, enjoying the heady moans that escaped from Sadie.

Logan unhooked the zipper to Sadie's tight jeans and pulled them off, smirking smugly as she noticed the wet spot in the crotch as she discarded them.

Logan was well acquainted with Sadie's vast underwear collection by now; she could say hand on heart the black lace ones that she wore now were her favorite. "Naughty you, wearing these, you know how wild they drive me." Logan laughed as she pulled them off.

"Quit making jokes, you're ruining the moment." Sadie chastised her. She'd never tell Logan, but something was charming about how she could take an intimate encounter and make her feel at ease. It was as though Logan sensed her insecurities and went out of her way to destroy them.

"You're so hot," Logan whispered softly as her hand caressed across Sadie's bare stomach. "Scorching hot."

"I know," Sadie said, taken aback by the fire she saw in Logan's eyes.

"And so modest.", Logan replied as she scooted down and started to kiss her way up Sadie's soft, smooth thighs. Her legs quivered as Sadie spread her legs open.

Sadie rocked her hips back and forth with Logan's head movement as she began to kiss her succulent pussy lips. Logan tasted Sadie's sweet nectar on her lips.

"Don't you dare say it"? Sadie let out a moan.

Logan flashed the woman a grin before defying her command. "You taste so sweet."

"I can't believe you said it."

"You know not to dare me," Logan replied, getting back to her job at hand and gently nibbling on Sadie's sensitive clit. Logan sank her tongue into Sadie's tight little slit. As she slid her tongue inside, Sadie pushed her hips up into Logan's face.

Logan worked her tongue slowly at first, then harder and faster.

Sadie's body kept in movement with Logan, her clit was tight as Logan pressed a finger inside her. She felt the warmth of Sadie's body, then Logan slid a second finger inside.

Sadie began to spread her legs open even further to take Logan's fingers into her. The woman was panting hard now, letting out little yelps as Logan pumped in and out of her tight body. Then Sadie opened her legs as wide as she could as if to make room for Logan to slide another finger inside her. Logan wasted no time, and soon she was bucking as Logan sank a third finger into her.

Logan locked her lips around Sadie's luscious nipple and sucked hard. Sadie moaned and twisted to find release. She was on the verge of cuming, and Logan had no intention of letting her climax too soon, so she stopped short and withdrew her well-coated fingers from Sadie's luscious body.

Logan quickly positioned herself between Sadie's legs. As she stood before her, Logan pulled the penis-shaped appendage from the desk where Sadie had put it and stepped into it, letting it stand at attention before her. She hadn't expected to come to work packing some heat.

Logan aimed it toward Sadie's fresh pussy, grabbing her hips and pulled Sadie towards her. Logan held the head of her cock at Sadie's opening for just a moment as she stared into her deep green eyes. The desire Logan saw there scared her. She didn't feel it, and she doubted she ever would, but sex was sex; she would recover and try to end things another time.

With a wink and a smile, Logan slid the bulbous head of her strap on passed Sadie's tight slit. Sadie gasped and tensed as Logan began to penetrate her. Slowly, but surely Logan drove the length of her shaft all the way inside the beautiful woman.

Logan stayed still for just a moment letting Sadie adjust to its size. Then Logan began pumping it in and out. Logan locked her hands on Sadie's buttocks and held her tight as she assailed Sadie's pussy, making her catch her breath.

Sadie was moaning loudly with each thrust. Watching her mouth, Logan could see her bottom lip quiver. Logan knew she wanted to cum, but instead, she slowed her assault and pulled out of her.

"No.." Sadie protested.

Still holding her buttocks, Logan lifted her hips up to her mouth. She leaned forward and started to lick Sadie's hot crotch. Sadie pushed up into Logan as if to rub her stiff clit against her lover's face.

Logan pushed Sadie away and rolled her over onto her belly. Logan's hand came up under, slid a couple of her fingers into her drenched pussy. Logan moved her fingers around inside her and felt her heat.

Logan withdrew her hand and turned Sadie around, hands leaning on the desk in front of her, as Logan mounted her from behind and began to fuck her doggy style, slamming the purple-colored shaft deep into her then pulling almost out.

Logan drilled her harder and harder until she was banging back.

Logan smiled, seeing her backing up against her as close as she could get. She wanted to take as much of Logan into her as she could.

Logan was working her breasts and tightening her grip on her perfect nipples, twisting them between her fingers, still wet with her juice.

"Fuck..fuck." Logan hissed between her teeth. "Cum for me, baby."

Sadie mumbled something Logan didn't get, but she rocked and bucked on the stiff shaft, as Logan went in and out of her. Slamming herself against Sadie's tight pussy, then suddenly, Sadie's whole body just stopped moving.

Then Logan felt Sadie spasm against her, and she tightened up as if to hold Logan inside her. Logan held her up in the doggy style position kissing her naked sweat-soaked back until Sadie swayed, and the spasms stopped.

Sadie lowered her upper body to the ground; Logan held Sadie's hips up with her hands as she continued driving herself in and out of her. Then Logan felt her own spasm begin. Logan held Sadie against her crotch area and pumped off until they were both satisfied. They parted, then Sadie rolled over onto her back.

"Wow." Sadie gasped as she tried to catch her breath.

"Logan, I nee….OMG!" Logan spun around towards the door. She hadn't heard the door open until it was too late, and Liam stood in the doorway, his mouth agape as his eyes were covered by his hands. "I'm so sorry I didn't expect….well, who would expect this."

Logan rolled her eyes; she should have expected this would happen.