Sonny slipped several hundred dollar bills in the palm of the head delivery man. “You take care of the other guys on the crew, okay?”
The man gaped at the bills in his hand. “Yes, sir, Mr. Corinthos! Thank you!”
Alexis smiled at the exchange. Say what you might about Sonny's lifestyle, he always took care of the men working for him. “You could have bought another bed with that tip!” she laughed.
“Yeah, well,” Sonny's patented dimple appeared, “it was worth it. They did a good job.”
The attorney nodded. She had taken a quick glance at the brand new bedroom furniture Sonny had purchased. Since tossing Carly out of his life, he had redone the penthouse from top to bottom.
“Are we interrupting?”
The droll, quiet voice of Marcus Taggert broke the quiet.
With a shake of his head and a longsuffering sigh, Sonny waved him in “Come on in, Taggert,” he drawled arrogantly. “You won't be staying long.”
A swarm of blue uniformed cops came rushing through the open door. With blinding speed they had Sonny handcuffed and on his way out of the penthouse.
“You can't just do that!” Alexis yelled. She moved forward to go to Sonny's side, but was stopped by the beefy hand of a young, unsmiling cadet who stared silently at her.
“My client has the right to an attorney!” She pushed aside the young officer's hand. And promptly found herself spun around, her hands pulled behind her back.
“You're under arrest,” the cadet said, right before the click of the handcuffs was heard. “Interfering with an arrest, and impeding a police officer in the performance of his duty.”
Alexis gaped in shock. She stood there, facing the back of the penthouse, unable to believe what had just taken place. “Taggert!”
Marcus Taggert chuckled. “Well, well, well, Counselor. Look what we have here.”
Alexis spun and looked wildly about the now-empty penthouse. Taggert's men had come and gone like ninja. In fact, if it weren't for Sonny's absence and the fact that she stood handcuffed in the midst of the mobster's penthouse apartment, Alexis would be hard-pressed to prove that the raid had taken place at all.
“You've had your fun,” Alexis railed. “Now get these off!”
“Hmmm…no. I don't think so.” Marcus sidled up to her. “You could be armed and dangerous.”
“Armed and da-” she sputtered. The attorney was so outraged that she could not complete her statement. “You know damned well I'm not dangerous!”
Taggert's hands began a professional, but thorough pat-down of her body. His hands moved in a lover's caress down her sides and back up along the insides of her legs.
Despite her anger, Alexis felt a rush of excitement at his touch.
“You're clean.” Marcus reached into his pocket. He held the tiny handcuff key up for Alexis to see.
“It's about time.” Anything else she might have said was cut off as the detective wrapped his arms about her. Face to face, they stood so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath upon her face, and the brush of his arousal against her.
“If you don't stand still,” his voice was filled with amusement, “I will never get these off.”
As soon as Alexis felt the spring of the handcuffs release, she shook her wrists free and landed a resounding slap across the handsome face of Detective Taggert.
“How dare you!” Her chest heaved with anger once more.
Marcus Taggert gingerly rubbed his face. “You know, Alexis, I am getting tired of you calling all the shots in this relationship.”
Before she could blink, Alexis found herself thrown over Marcus' strong shoulder. “What do you think you're doing?” she screamed, struggling mightily to free herself.
The determined man placed a stinging slap upon her rear end, effectively halting her struggles. “I'm gonna take you upstairs,” he growled, “and christen your client's brand new bed."
